Blank Slate
J'onn closed the door behind him. The remaining five, faces solemn, gathered close.
The Lantern was the first to speak: "How bad?"
"Flash's brain has been completely wiped. He is as an infant again." No one made the obvious joke. No one could.
"We'll take care of him," Superman said. "He'll never want for anything." He glanced at Batman, who nodded. "When he gets better ... "
"There is no guarantee," J'onn said. "I found nothing of the man we knew."
Lantern shuddered. Shayera touched his shoulder. "Will you be okay?"
"Yeah. Just ... There but for the gaze of Grodd, go I."
A/N: I am a bad, bad monkey. - N.B.