Golden Age
Two old men sat around a table, discussing what any youngster nowadays would call 'The Good Ole Days'. Both were telling stories of the past, present and future. They reflected one what was once, what was now, and what would be.
"She's joined a new team, now." One said. His hair was a mixture of blonde and gray, age had come to this old man. But his face lit up as he spoke of his beloved daughter. "I believe they're called The Outsiders."
"Nice to see she's found a team, especially after what happened…" the other's voice trailed off, not mentioning the failed team of history's past,
"He's seemed to have as well." The blonde man went one. He wasn't talking about his daughter, nor his son, but of his comrade's younger alliance. "He's done great things."
"Alan…" The man known as Jay Garrick turned to his friend and old teammate, Alan Scott.
"Yes, Jay?"
"I'm proud of them."
"So am I. So am I."