FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ASKED: FLITISH IS A FAKE PLANT THAT DOES NOT EXIST BUT IF ANYONE WANTS SOME BACKROUND INFO I'LL BE HAPPY TO MAKE SOME UP: FLITISH IS A RARE PLANT THAT GROWS ON THE PLANET KILBEN, IT CURES ALMOST ALL ALIMENTS IN ALIEN PHYSIOLIGLY BUT HAS A NUMBER OF ADVERSE SIDE EFFECTS IN HUMANS. THE LEAGUE WAS PRESENTED WITH A LARGE SUPPLY AFTER SAVING THE KILBENIAN LEADER DURING A HUMANITARIAN MISSION.
ALSO THE ALTERNITE BATMAN WAS NEVER SHOWN TELLING OUR BATMAN AND SUPERMAN ABOUT FLASH'S DEATH…BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS SOMETHING THAT BATMAN WOULD DO YA KNOW? I THINK THAT BATMAN WOULD DO ANYTHING TO SAVE LIVES…HE EVEN BETRAYED HIS TEAMMATES AND LET THE LEAGUE GO.
ANYWHO I GOT MY REVIEWS SO HERE'S MY UPDATE…
Flash could see the others vaguely, he could track their movements, watch the sad looks on their faces, but still he was unable to move, he was trapped in his own body, still a prisoner like when Luthor had him. Sometimes he could even hear what his friends were whispering. He knew he had to get up…he just couldn't.
" It's been almost a week, if he was going to wake up--" Batman broke off and looked down at Flash then up at Superman, who was sitting in the chair next to him. Superman rarely left the infirmary any more, preferring to share shifts with another Leaguer or even fill in. J'onn was almost around as much as Superman, checking Flash's vitals and injecting more medicine into his blood stream,
" So you're saying that is was a bad idea to give him the flitish?" Superman asked his voice carrying a somewhat hurt tone.
" No, it wasn't a bad idea…but it wasn't the only one we could have chosen."
Superman sighed, " How many times have we had this conversation, Bruce?"
" I'm not trying to make you feel worse, but the time might come when we have to make the decision."
" What decision?"
" If he doesn't wake up…if he stays in a coma—"
" We can't make that choice, we're not his family." Superman raised an eyebrow as Batman pulled out a yellow folder from the pile he had been reviewing during his shift,
" John is his next of kin."
" What?"
" Flash gave me his will after the League was set up."
" I know, we all did, well except for Diana and J'onn."
Batman handed Superman the sheet of paper, who scanned it with slight interest, it was a short list consisting of 15 names and what they would receive if something were to befall him, the last line was the one that caught Clark's attention,
If anything happens before I'm married, or have a steady girlfriend, I name John Stewart my next of kin, however if something happens to him…ummm…then I want Superman to make any decision needed regarding, well, anything.
He handed the paper back to Batman, " Can we really use that as a will? It looks like he scribbled it down in five minutes."
" It was more like 20, he couldn't decide whether to give his cd collection to me or to J'onn."
John sat by the window staring down at the blue planet that was Earth,
" You okay?" A soft female voice asked. Hawkgirl was standing in the doorway of John's room watching him intently from underneath her mask. He beckoned her in with a small wave of his hand,
" Yeah, I'm fine." He murmured as she sat down next to him,
" Really?" She looked doubtful,
" Did you know that Flash named me his next of kin?"
" Well, you have him as yours." John shook his head,
" I didn't realize how much we have in common, I guess."
Shayera shook her wings sadly, " It's been quiet without him," She whispered, placing one hand over John's,
" I know…I used to think that sometimes it would be nice without him, a quiet day every once in a while, but—"
" But it's kinda creepy, I know what you mean, we all sort of split up when he's not around: Batman hangs around Superman, who never leaves the infirmary, Diana keeps to herself, so does J'onn." John leaned forward and pulled Hawkgirl into a hug,
" I wonder…is this how the Lord's began?"
" I don't know, but I know how they turned out…it won't end like that John."
" I hope you're right."
Flash kept running towards the Watchtower, but it never seemed to get any closer,
" John! Bats! Supes!" He yelled, noticing how his voice echoed on the light that surrounded him,
" Guys? C'mon this isn't funny!" He shouted angrily at the Tower, " Princess? J'onn?" His voice started losing the anger and began to be replaced with fear. Slowly he sat down on the floor and brought his knees up to his chest, staring at the light that was beginning to fade,
No! Fight it Flash!!!!!
A sharp voice echoed through the area, it sounded like a mixture of his friend's voices. Quickly he got up and began running, noting how the lights stopped fading and began to get brighter,
That's it, come back to us, buddy.
That was definitely John, only he called Flash ' buddy '. He kept running, he had to get back to his friends and to iced mochas.
SO YEAH…GO LINKIN PARK!!!!!!!