Earth-1
Mount Justice
In a occupied dining hall, a lady blossomed of white tints on her hair. Also wearing pale-blue, black trenched coat. She lays a few pieces together, withheld back by patients of hers, dying after clasped on severe outbursts from the likes of Parademons. Most of the uprising resistance presumed that's a new approach of infection, coming from Parademons. If it was, how would the Young Justice undergo this causes whilst some point in future to confront another set of them. Even the supposed doctor can't find something out for certain what this virus is. Whatever it was, it's affected mostly on Parademons, though the leader hasn't been infected up till now.
A door opens aside, revealing Dick, as Nightwing, coming to the qualified doctor, whom is what Young Justice rely their lives on. Even though trust is thorny ascribable based on how the multiverse has folded in this age.
The physician turns to perceive in no astonishment of the leader before her. She discovers the impression of sorrow in his face, almost exhibiting some kind of having the tendency to supervise for his colleague, allies, and friends.
"Is there something I can do for you Dick?", the doctor asked, under the tone of stoic and boldness, owed over by her icy persona.
Dick scouts around the kitchen room, perceiving stationary-phased patients in deep sleep, tendered into great care by someone who treats them with the perfection of a true doctor, that had experience for years, accountable as decades.
"I see you've taken great care for your patients", Dick complimented.
"No one's going to die, I determine my life on the line for it. For all the God knows, I hope we can make it through to the end. Unfortunate that we have most of your team suffering from aches of poisons", said the lady.
"Is that what you found from them?", Dick questioned.
"It appears to be poison. It's giving them intense headaches, soon grating them into a deeper sleep", Caitlin answered.
Dick processed the knowledge in his mind, before revolving to Young Justice's reliable doctor.
"You know; no one is actually pushing you to go beyond your limits. You. Your other half. You need a tip in the sundown", Dick advises.
"Sleep isn't the ideal anymore. In spite of many occurrences, I learnt that it only slows you down", the doctor expresses. She, straight away, turns to Dick. "You of all. Even as the leader of this regime. Should know that not everyone can rest. I've learned it the hard way throughout the previous waves in the past".
"Yes. But resting is needed to restore ourselves. It's the only source we treasure to re-energise ourselves back to full strength. Even in situations resolved in this age of darkness. Now I'm not pushing you, seeing that you've taken quite a huge quack from your assumed fallout with Cisco. But don't let it drive you to break your mind Caitlin", Dick advises again.
"It's Frost to you, Dick. Caitlin is resting as a doze in the mind", Frost revealed.
"So the two of your are resting", Dick surmised, displaying a remarkable smile. "Well technically the mind, but not the body. But still, you're more alive than considered in terms of a swap of minds".
"Done yet?", Frost abruptly asked, finding the conversation to be a waste of time. "I've patients to scram on".
Dick nodded, both understanding her own set of importance and seeing that he's wasting both of their times.
As the latter leaves the door, exiting the room, Caitlin arises up to the call part in Frost. Something Frost sensed inside of her.
"Aren't you supposed to be resting?", Frost telepathically spoke to her other half.
"I'm in no mood to make a vigorous attempt in resting. Tried but failed", said Caitlin, responding to her half.
"Barry? Isn't it?", Frost questioned.
"I miss him Frost. After his noble sacrifice to buy me and Cisco the time to escape from Kara's wrath, and then abandoning Cisco and Nora, all I did was let it get more worse", said Caitlin. "I keep wondering whether he's-".
"I don't believe he's dead", Frost expressed.
"What makes you so sure?", Caitlin asked.
"You're the one who taught me an important lesson: never lose sight of hope. Massaging the sign of five years since Barry's disappearance, you laid the comprehension that he's actually dead. You never in all those years discussed with me about his death, about my opinion. I believe it's a hoax, a waste of time. You need to man-up and start acting like a tough girl", said Frost.
"The hoping type I presume. Doesn't fit in your personality", said Caitlin, almost giving a soft giggle in her transmitted voice.
"Had someone who schooled me the ways. Went on over decades as a recurring member of team member to a main cast of Team Flash", said Frost.
"Barry, Cisco-?", Caitlin was cut off by Frost.
"Doesn't matter. What matters is placing yourself back with the team. The resistance", said Frost.
"I never saw it within you; to have this side drawn out of you", Caitlin remarks.
"Now don't go all prickling on me or you'll regret it", Frost threatened, overhearing a glimpse of laughter from her other half, making her sign a grin on her face.