A dream.
This choking ash and a blinding vision. Heat and red. Sounds and noise and a static at the back of his mind. Images flash in front of his eyes, making his breath quicken and stomach churn unrelentlessly.
Kid Flash laughs. Impulse whimpers.
And that scene playing out in front of him again. And again. And again.
His Wally. His Wally, and his cold, dead eyes. Because, he is dead.
He dies over. And over. And over.
And Bart is powerless to stop it.
