Sylvia Wayne "Wildcat"

Gotham

June 20th, 2017

I was having an early breakfast with Alfred downtown. It was maybe six o'clock in the morning. I hadn't seen him so long, and I needed one of my father figures right about now. I had one month left to go, and I was getting nervous. At the same time, I also felt like a whale. I was bigger than ever, and at this point, I was just irritated that I could barely scoot into the table we were sitting at in this little Cafe in the park. I looked over to the fountain as a waitress brought us our food. I really missed my early bird mornings with Alfred. He was always up early with me whenever I had trouble getting back to sleep.

"Something on your mind?" He asked me, and I snapped back to reality, looking away from the fountain. He looked out of place this morning, as it wasn't often that one saw him in cargo pants and a casual short sleeve buttondown.

"Not really, just reminiscing. Everything has changed so much. I'm just hoping that Miss Martian and Superboy come back with the six Leaguers. I miss my dad," I admitted, taking a bite of my breakfast sandwich. It felt good to eat something warm as the two of us sat in the brisk morning wind. Despite the sunshine, Gotham wasn't exactly the warmest climate, not like my home in Miami.

"One could hope," Alfred smiled, sipping from his coffee. It felt so nice to have a casual day with him. It wasn't often that anyone had one of those with him. The last time Alfred was casual with me, was the trip to Martha's vineyard when Dick had just been adopted.

"So, how has it been, holding down the fort while he's away?" I asked, referring to my absent father.

"Honestly, Master Tim is a very easy child. No high school drama like you and Dick. The house is fine, nothing eventful has happened aside from maybe a few of Master Tim's friends coming from time to time," Alfred chuckled, and I wasn't surprised. If the, technically five, Batkids were music genres at the training age, I was heavy metal, Dick was jazz, Jason was alternative dubstep, Barbara was the classic hits, and Tim was straight up top forty.

"It's good that it won't even feel like he left," I said, once again referring to my father. But in that moment, I began to hear a humming sound coming from the fountain.

"What the bloody hell is that?" Alfred exclaimed as three unidentified objects flew out of the water, two drones that seemed to be armed and ready, and a third item that acted like a central pillar with a ball of energy whirring at the top. Everyone in the surrounding area seemed to stop. I was doing my best not to stress out, but I was beginning to panic. What made matters worse was the darkening skies above, black clouds engulfing the blue of what was supposed to be a beautiful morning. The tech began chittering, just like the Reach technology. We were under attack. Lightning began to strike like crazy. Just like that, tornadoes began to funnel, trying to touch down, but struggling. Tables and empty chairs were flying about as people ran screaming. I could feel my own adrenaline kicking in when I saw a little girl running and crying for her mommy. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a motorcycle lifted into a funnel and released, sending it straight for the girl. I bolted into action, running for her and pushing her out of the way. I grabbed her and ran her over to Alfred.

"You should not be doing things like that, Master Sylvia! Your father would have my head!" He yelled at me, taking the little girl's hand as the two of us ran. I looked back, seeing the little drones firing energy cannons upon people who got to close to the center pillar. Gotham had descended into chaos. I got on my comm as Alfred and I got the little girl to her mother who was calling out for her on the edge of the park plaza.

"Wildcat to Watchtower! There's Reach Tech here in Gotham!" I pulled out my holocomputer and scanned the tech before turning and running to the car with Alfred. "All around the Tech, magnetic fields are being altered and disrupted! We need assistance right now!" I yelled into my comm, but before I got into the car, my own panic got the best of me.

"What are you doing? Get in the car!" Alfred yelled, but I was already on my knees. This time, I knew there was no turning back as my leggings grew damp.

"Watchtower to Wildcat, zeta here immediately!" I heard Nightwing on the other end of my comm. I cried out in pain, unable to hold it back now.

"Master Sylvia!" Alfred yelled and I struggled to pull myself into the car.

"Nightwing! Which is closer to my coordinates? Gotham General or the Zetatube?" I screamed into the comm as Alfred slammed his foot down onto the gas. The car lurched.

"Gotham General… What's happening?" Nightwing asked as I felt the car swerve to avoid debris from the storm.

"This is not happening! This is not happening!" I screamed, clutching my stomach. "You are not coming out today!" I screamed at my unborn child. I couldn't take it.

"Sylvia! What is going on?!" Nightwing yelled in my comm. Before I could answer, Lightening struck and the car flipped. When the car settled, rocking slightly in the wind, I got back on the comm.

"Nightwing, get a hold of Wally, tell him Alfred and I are in the turned over mercedes at the intersection Adams and State. If you don't, I don't think I'm gonna make to the goddamn hospital!" I screamed into the comm. I looked to Alfred, and he was already getting himself out of his seat and climbing through the shattered windshield. The seatbelt wouldn't budge, so I gave up and used my claws to shred the restraint, dropping myself from the seat onto the broken remnants of the car windows. I couldn't even pull myself out I was in so much pain. Something was very, very wrong.

"Sylvia, I know this is difficult, but I need you to breathe," Alfred told me. I could feel his hand on my back, trying to reassure me. That was when the rain started. I took a deep breath and grabbed his hand, slowly climbing out of the car despite the immense amount of pain.

"Alfred!" I screamed as I had a rather extreme contraction.

"I know it hurts, but you have to hold on, you know help is coming," He told me as he helped me stand up.

"I can't walk like this," I cried as I fell to my knees once again. The rain was soaking me from head to toe as I gripped his hand. I opened an open channel to all comms, knowing I didn't have time to set a specific channel.

"You stupid speedster! If you don't get your ass to Gotham, I'm having your baby right in the goddamn middle of a shit-storm-Reach-apocalypse!" I yelled into the comm, struggling to stand up again to try and walk with Alfred. We barely made it five feet before I started to crumble.

"You can do this, Sylvia, just hold on," Alfred told me as he kneeled next to me.

"But I can't! This can't happen yet!" I cried. I was so afraid. "I can't do it without my dad! I need my dad," I cried, gripping Alfred tightly.

"Yes you can, you can do this," he told me. I screamed out as I tried to stand again, determined to get somewhere safe, but that's when I fell back, unable to stop myself. I saw a blur of red and yellow before everything went black.

Wally West "Kid Flash"

Gotham General

I was panicking. I was lucky that I was fast enough to get to her, and I was panicking. Sylvia was in the emergency room, surrounded by a sadly familiar set of doctors that were trying to asses the job they had ahead of themselves. She was unconscious when I brought her in, and I was waiting in the corner of the room, keeping a watchful eye. One second, I was worried if she was going to wake up, the next second I was pained with guilt as her eyes fluttered open and she started screaming.

"I can't do this!" She screamed. "Let go of me!" She snapped at the doctor, so I moved to intervene.

"Hey, you're okay. You're gonna be fine, you just need to cooperate with the doctors," I told her, holding her hand. "Hey, can I keep holding her hand and you guys just work around me? Does that work?" I asked and the nurse nodded.

"No! I can't do this," She was crying now between screams and contractions. "I need my dad," she sobbed as a doctor did an ultrasound.

"Ma'am?" The doctor got Sylvia's attention. "We have to prep you for surgery, the sooner we get your baby out the better," they told her. She began panicking even more.

"Okay, fine," she told them, taking deep breaths now. "Just put me out now and get it over with," She told them and almost immediately, the nurse when to grab an anesthetic drip to put up with Sylvia's IV bag. Another contraction hit and she bit back her cries, groaning loudly through her teeth. I took my free hand and stroked her hair.

"I will be here when you wake up, okay? I promise, everything is going to be okay," I told her, not actually sure how this was going to play out. But I had to reassure her. Her eyes began to droop as she slipped away.

"I love you," She whispered so low that only I would hear.

"I love you, too," I whispered back, kissing her on the forehead. I heard her whimper with the next contraction, then she was gone. I let go of her hand, just standing there as they put up the side rails of her bed and went on the move, taking her away. I knew she would be out cold for a while after the surgery, so I went to Alfred in the lobby. The two of us sat together, Kid Flash and the Wayne Family's Butler. We kept getting some strange looks, and a couple children and teenagers came up to me, asking for an autograph or if I'm the real Kid Flash, so I'd do something super-speed like and give them autographs and let them take pictures. When they ask me why I'm here, I tell them I'm waiting for a friend in surgery. After I'd tell them, they would get all sullen and uncomfortable, leaving me be and giving me space. After a few hours, my comm went off.

"Watchtower to Kid Flash. This is Captain Atom. We need all hands on deck, but I know you have a conflict of interest. Can you come in?" Atom asked, immediately making me conflicted. I couldn't leave, but I couldn't just sit by as storms raged outside and the world went to shit.

"Alfred, I know I should be here for when my child comes into the world, but there won't a world for her if I don't go out there and help-" I started but he raised a hand.

"I completely understand. I will contact Mrs. Kyle and see if she can come and wait with me for Sylvia. I'm sure she would be more than capable of protecting them if the Reach decide to try anything before the end of all this. Go, be a hero," he told me with a proud look. I nodded, got up, and ran. The world was a blur for a moment, then my eyes began to adjust. Ever since I started working with Cisco and Caitlin, I've gotten faster and faster, and my eyes and brain function have been catching up to. Caitlyn was starting to think that I had the capabilities all along, but my psyche suppressed my ability so as not to draw away from my childhood hero, who was my Uncle Barry. As I ran, it only took a few minutes for me to get from Gotham to Metropolis where Captain Atom said the coordination was starting at.