The group stood together, they had announced to the nation that they were holding a special weapon that they needed some of the best scientists to come look at.
Superman approached Batman as he waited for confirmation that scientists were indeed answering their call.
"So this is your plan?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"Luthor could not pass up this opportunity, we just need to wait for people to call and the we'll set a time and place." He told him, reading through the e-mails already pouring in.
"Then what?"
"Leave that down to me." Batman said, turning his back to the Man of Steel and stalked out of the room.
They had set the time for the following day, early in the evening at a local research laboratory. J'ohn had been hidden in the main entrance and would motion to each team member when someone was approaching.
He would read their mind if he could and would tell them if he could or couldn't and would tell them if he caught anything.
What they would do, is if a scientist or reporter was 'clean' then they would shift them to the safest side of the conference room. Anyone he cold not read was moved nearer the front, just in case.
Superman had made a few calls and several magical superheroes had been called in to help. They were all set at the back of the stage, or placed near to the entrances and exits; ready to catch Flash as and when he came.
The only problem came when no one had spotted Flash; Batman on the other hand had expected this, and had set up a false weapon to put on stage, so Flash would have to appear before the weapon, just where they could safely spring the trap.
Batman had started his talk at 7pm and after a few minutes J'ohn raised the alarm that someone was approaching and each magical hero stepped away and covered themselves from the approaching Flash.
He ran into the back of the hall and stood in the shadows, Batman however had seen the movement and was signalling to Superman who was off stage to the shadows at the back.
He continued and waited patiently till he reviled the fake weapon. Just as he hoped Flash ran forward and flung Batman off the stage and into the crowd.
He smiled his old cocky Flash smile and placed a hand onto the weapon, allowing it to send hundreds of volts of electricity through his body. A cry escaped his lips as he stumbled back, cradling his hand to his chest, smoke coming off of his body.
Superman signalled for the magical trap to be sprung. A shield was raised up over the young man who threw himself at it. He pounded his fists on and then sped his fists over a weak point.
As he hoped it would, the shield fell and he sprang out, racing for the exit, only to get thrown into a wall by a fist of green. He picked himself up and hissed, baring his fangs at his old friend Green lantern.
The Lantern gritted his teeth, muttering at the young man to stay down and threw another fist into him. Flash was thrown further into the wall, forming a dent that grew each time he stood back up.
Finally with the help of a few other heroes he managed to pin Flash against the crack only to find the walls falling in on him as the Flash struggled back. With a final cry of frustration Green Lantern threw everything he had into the Flash and forced the once man, into darkness.
The heroes gathered around the unconscious Flash and looked to Batman to see what do. "Lets get him back to the Headquarters." He told them, leading the way out.
Flash awoke from his darkness to find himself in a white room. He pushed himself into a sitting position and looked at the bed he sat on. The lights over his head were too bright and he felt completely bare in the brightness, he felt desperation for the darkness to welcome him in.
Carefully swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and took in the bandages wrapped around his chest and one arm. Frowning slightly he wondered why they had even bothered.
He stood carefully; feeling for any breaks and finding only healed wounds and thanked his healing ability for a break from this nightmare.
Wandering over to the open cell wall he passed a hand across the invisible force field and looked out into the open space that should have been a wall.
With a growl he pounded a fist into the force fields; ignoring the pain that grew across his fresh burns that formed as he fought the wall. Roaring not he threw his arms and shoulders into it, smoke rising from each point upon contact.
"Let me out!" he bellowed.
He stepped back, sucking at his hand. He looked back around his prison and walked over to the bed, picked it up effortlessly and hurled it into the force field only to have it bounce back at him and send him into the other wall.
He hissed in pain as the force field that protected the wall behind him burned his entire back. He fell to the floor in a crumpled heap and lay there for a few moments.
Deep in the silence he head the sound of running feet and looked up to see hawk Girl skidding to a halt before him.
"Flash!" she gasped, laying a hand on the force field; trying to get a better look at him. "Are you alright?"
"What's it to you?" he asked, standing gracefully to his feet. The burns to his hands healed almost instantaneously.
"What happened to you?" she asked gently, watching through worried eyes as he approached her. He tried to keep the frown of confusion from his face.
"What's it to you." He asked, venom laced through his voice.
"Flash." He stopped. "We care about you. You're like my brother." She whispered. He stopped before her and placed his hand, just over the force field so as not to burn him, but just over her hand, as if to touch it.
"Why?" he asked.
"They changed your memories." She told him. "I wish you would remember!" she said.
He frowned, tilting his head with that familiar look of wonder. In a flash he pounded his fist on to the force field, shocking her so she jumped back. "Lies!" he hissed.
"Wally." She whispered, shaking her head and walked away.
He gasped, and put a hand to his head, staggering back with blinding pain. 'Who's memories are these!' he thought to himself as pictures flashed before him.
"Shayera." He gasped, less than a breath.
She stopped, she had heard. Dashing back she looked upon him as he fell to his knees and cried out.
"Wally!" she screamed, punching in her code and rushed to his side. She held him, much like she had when he had come back from the speed force. "What is it?" she asked, watching J'ohn as he came into the cell.
"His memories are streaming through." He said, placing a hand to the side of Flash's head and delved into the confused young mans mind.
'Rest.' Flash heard someone say as he dropped back into his comfortable darkness; his real memories and false memories fighting for dominance.
"We can only wait." J'ohn told Shayera, helping her to lift the young man up and back onto his re-straightened bed.
"And then what?" she asked, holding Wally's hand.
"We help him sought it his memories out." He told her, sitting beside the young man and waited for him to re-awaken.
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