"Well, can you help him, Violet," Clark pleaded gently cradling a weakened Flash in his arms.

After Robin and Raven returned your consciences back, you were instantly met with the discovery of The Flash. Following Clark through the deadly corridors of Apokolpis, come upon the speedster hitched to a suspended treadmill, forced to run continuously despite his harrowing and hollow appearance. A man once lean, with muscle definition and humorous charm. One that was contagious, and tickled your cheeks with pink and produced your first semblance of a laugh. It was enduring to you and his presence or any mention of him flushed your girlish cheeks, Dick often teased, back then, your crush on the speedster.

Your heart folded and your hands began shaking. You could do something for him…you really could…you knew how to but…but…

The last time you did, your mind drowned you with the memory.

The invasion had begun, it hadn't reached the Kent's house yet. No sudden boom or screeching or tearing of flesh. It was the antithesis. Peaceful, clear, and warm. Unassuming. Joanna was a month old and fussing in her bouncer under the tree while you tended to plowing the soil. By plowing, you cast a spell to do it, and another to plant the seeds, and one for water. No one was around for miles so you had the privacy you needed and Ma and Pa Kent didn't mind.

You loved living here. After casting the spell, you take a moment and observe your work. Joanna's fussing rose higher and hitched your attention. You hurry to her quickly and check for anything out of place. There was nothing. She wasn't hungry either. You were baffled, maybe she missed Conner? Normally that's what her fussing meant. However, he wasn't here. He was called to Titan's Tower a few days ago and just two hours ago he called in to check. He didn't brief you on the mission, just wanted to say hi, and asked if Ma and Pa returned. They hadn't come from town.

Thinking about they should've already, dark clouds were beginning to roll in. You noticed them on the horizon, that's when Joanna began fussing. You tried bouncing her a bit in the bouncer, but it did little to cull her. As the clouds moved closer, her fussing increased to the point tears came.

"What is it," you lament, worried. She wasn't hungry you fed her already.

It didn't smell as though she needed a change. She had Conner's jacket covering her, which always kept her calm. So what was it?

The question at that time was so…feeble and simple and you wished never to have incurred. The answer came like a sweeping plague. The blue skies became devoured by murky darkness. The clouds became stained with rotting brown. And the ground screamed. The hairs on the back your neck stood on end, you felt the change and realized what was happening. The goosebumps arising on your arms told you all you needed to know.

You grabbed Joanna and took off to the house, screeches of hellish creatures tore away the ambiance, ascending closer. Joanna's fussing continued, did she sense this? You hadn't time to think reaching the farm was essential.

Running wasn't working for you, tucking Joanna close to you sprout your flame wings and take flight. A near mistake, those hellish creatures arrived sooner than you expected, like locusts that charged you. Holding Joanna with one hand and freeing the other manifest your blade and one slash split one open. You follow it up killing three more. Your movements lagged, but you kept it up. Joanna's fussing turned to fearful cries, your heart froze hearing her cries. You could concentrate on any spell.

More creatures came, their strength and feral attacks pushed you back and one rammed you with such force, you were knocked from the skies. You took the impact for you and Joanna. Leaving you stunned for a moment and in the middle of the dirt road feet from the house, you needed to get to the trees on the front law….you just needed too.

Joanna's cries filled your ears. Begging you to do something….anything. Gritting your teeth, to dull the sweltering pain flooding your body, your maternal instincts wouldn't let you lay as you were. With the creatures overhead see your movement and hear Joanna's cries dive. You managed to barely begin to move, dragging yourself across the road towards the tree…that's all you needed to do…that's all you needed to….

BANG!

A gunshot fired off. Twice. That didn't stop you, but turned your head for a moment and see Ma and Pa and their truck. Pa had his shotgun out aimed at one of the creatures, he fires off again, this time hitting one. Ma was banging on the hood of the truck desperately. Your stomach dropped realizing what they were doing. A few of the creatures turn their way, you wanted to scream, but you had to get Joanna to safety and-

"Gotcha!" Conner swooped in and scooped you and Joanna up in a blur.

He held you both close and flew to the house, kicked the door open, and set you both on the couch gently. His eyes were wide with concern and slowly deflated with tears of relief as they scanned over you and Joanna for any injury other than what you had. He saw none and held you and Joanna close, burying his face in your hair wetting it with his quiet tears. Tears came from you too, but you didn't let them fall.

Ma and Pa….they were still…

"Conn-" you tried to say, stopping at the grueling sound of tearing flesh and agonizing death ensuing. Your blood ran cold. You knew those screams. Your nails grip Conner.

He was reluctant to leave, "Don't look." He whispered, pulling you close and in a blur flew back outsides.

You do as he said and turn away, covering Joanna's ears to shield her. But the sounds of kindness being ripped from the word branded in your mind. What stained it forever….the sight of Pa. Conner brought him in.

He was shredded, nearly. The white of his bone showed on his face. Left arm. The upper part of his side. He didn't look like Pa at all….he…he….

"Violet! Violet!" Conner shouts, shaking you from your horrid, transfixed stare. You manage to lift your eyes to him. Doing your best to ignore Pa gurgling on his own blood and fluids. "Can you? Can you do something!?"

You froze. Holding Joanna closer, his pleading question echoed in your mind, drowning out the horrifying reality around you that began spinning.

Could you do anything?

Could you?

Could you?

You….you…weren't sure the world went black and…and….

"Violet," Damian called to you softly, taking your hand. "Violet? Violet?"

He called again, but there was no response. You went completely blank from Clark's question. Your eyes stared at your hands, now trembling. Color vanished from you making you paler than before and fear flooded your eyes. Damian, kneeling before you saw you drowning. He'd seen this before with you, and it still rose pain in his eyes. Raising his other hand cupped your face tenderly, and pulled it close. Squeezing your hand he touched his forehead to yours and called for you softly.

The others sat and watched, John especially. He found himself walking over and kneeling by your side. His gaze never left.

"Come on, luv," he heard himself say, to his surprise. Yet it oddly felt natural. "Come on. I'm right here." He whispered and reached out, laying a hand on your shoulder.

You gasp sharply. Broken from your trace. Startling the others. Raven breathed, relieved. John quickly removed his hand, looking at it confused. Damian remained as he was until he saw your…eyes as they should be.

Finding Damian's eyes fixed on yours, wasn't what you expected, but it was a relief. That quickly was covered with shame. He saw this and took hold of your hand.

"No." He assured, "Don't be. Are you alright?" He asked in a softer tone.

Slowly, you nod and turn to Clark. Your eyes fall to The Flash. That feeling gripped you again…but you shoved it down and answered Clark's question. With your hands hovering over The Flash.

"Yes."