Author's Note: Okayyy, soo last time, didn't get enough Reviews (Thank you to those who did though!) so I went with the old schedule of posting and updating once a week. I wanted to apologize for that, so sorry! Posted a lot later than I SAID I would, but sooner than I was expecting. If that makes any sense at all. Normally I try to update every Friday; it is a day early than usual. Enjoy!


Previously...

He waited. No response. He turned his head to find that Iris was already fast asleep. Or, at least, that's what he thought. His eyelids were barely drifting into a deep slumber when he was suddenly awoken by Iris's gasping start, "... Barry?!"

His eyes popped open to find her hugging his forearm very tightly. "Hmm?"

"If I go to sleep now, you won't disappear on me. Will you?" She asks.

He could tell that she was very tired, "No. I'd never do that." If he was being honest with himself, he was pretty tired as well.

He felt her fingers gently move up his bare hairy chest. "You will still be here in the morning?" She asks, unaware that she asked that suggestively.

Damn it. Now he was going to have a tough time falling asleep, if he could ever. "I'd be a fool if I weren't. If I ever were to disappear, I'd find my way back to you in a flash."

Iris had really missed his flashy jokes but more of him than his jokes, and she really wished that this time it really wasn't just a joke. "I really wish that to be true," she whispers, snuggling closer to him so that even an inch didn't budge in between them.

"I'll prove it to be true. Goodnight, my Iris," he whispers in return.

She closes her eyes, "I'll be seeing you in a flash then. Because if you don't? I swear to God - Goodnight, Barry."

"Did'you...just-" he mumbles, sleepily, "make a flash joke?" Because he seriously wished that THAT was NOT a joke.

She didn't answer. Neither of them really had the energy to carry on the conversation. But with that reassurance and wish in mind, the two of them finally drifted off to sleep.

And Now...


MeMories of Flash

On hot pursuit of a Speedster's trail ~ !


Description:

Barry Allen dies in Infinity Crisis of Earth. How his friends, fiance, and his family try to cope of his absence in the aftermath. Wally West tries to pick up the mantel of The Flash but not everybody is too pleased about him doing so. Could Barry still be alive? Or could he be gone for good? Join as the Justice League investigates.


Chapter Three

THE BRAVE AND THE BOLD

Location: Justice League Headquarters , Time: August, 2025 (A year and a few months after Barry's sacrificial death).

Bruce Wayne lifted the wine glass to his lips and took a sip, groaning in pleasure. He returned the glass cup to the desk to resume typing away at the keyboard. Several large computers and televisions were systematically designed above the desk to track what was going on globally. Heroes were dispatched all over the world to where they were needed the most. After the infinity crisis, more than one Earth was in ruins in the aftermath. It was a mess to clean-up. Now that that's calmed down considerably, it's been quiet.

"Almost too quiet," he whispers to himself, pausing his fingers slightly above the keyboard to sigh.

He then continues to type away, upgrading his tech.

… And he probably shouldn't have said that. What had he been thinking. Sure enough, not a moment later, a red button light buzzed on the frame on the keyboard alerting him that there was trouble brewing in Central City. Again.

Yeah, that's right, you heard right. Well, what do you think? He, Oliver Queen, S.T.A.R. Labs, and Superman built the SuperComputer. But he probably shouldn't be worrying about the red button. What should be worrying is the trouble that's about to meet his fist. His black cape swished out of sight.


Location: Central City. First National Bank, to be precise.

(A/N: This little part of the story was inspired by Batman: The Brave and the Bold cartoon, episode Requiem for a Scarlet Speedster).

Leonard Snart was using his cold gun to freeze the door, making it easy for his escape. With the Weather Wizard's and HeatWave's help, the double-doors exploded open.

Leonard, A.K.A. Captain Cold, checked his watch, "with exactly four minutes and forty-two seconds to spare. Nice, not too bad, boys."

"Almost too easy," Mick Rory, HeatWave, remarked with a grunt.

Mark Mardon, Weather Wizard, groaned, "You just had to say that."

Almost immediately after, HeatWave's heat gun was blasted from his hands by a batarang. Mick Rory started to turn when he felt a punch to the face and was knocked down to the gravel ground.

"Easy is for amateurs, HeatWave," says a voice creeping out of the shadows.

Captain Cold and Weather Wizard went back-to-back, their eyes roaming about looking for the source. Each held his weapon, a cold gun and a wand, high up in the air, prepared for anything. Well, almost anything. Another batarang came flying and knocked Weather Wizard's wand out of his hand, followed by a punch to the face.

"The Flash may be gone, Rogue's," discloses Batman, finally revealing himself from the shadows. With his batlike cowl and midnight black cape made visible, "but I'm not about to let his city fall to the likes of You."

"Ah, Batman," reports Captain Cold, powering up his gun and aiming it at his formidable foe, "one of Flash's buddies. I was wondering when one of you would be creeping out of the shadows. Turns out to be you, huh? Want to know a fun fact about bats? They move to a warmer climate once it gets too… " He lets his finger slip off the trigger, "Cold."

Mick Rory was already picking himself up from off the ground, "It's not the same, Captain Cold, not the same."

Ice met with Batman's cape, slowing him down considerably. In fact, he couldn't move his feat at all. Batman grunted, struggling to get out of the ice that got him frozen. Captain Cold came up to him closer and spat in his face, "Should have started with me first."

Batman suddenly found himself surrounded by all three of the Rogues; Captain Cold, HeatWave, and Weather Wizard.

"Flash was creative. He would have run circles around us, spinning away our oxygen," HeatWave told him as if he was reliving memories, using one of his pointer fingers as a demonstration of a whirlwind tornado.

Weather Wizard chortled, "Heh. All you do is punch and kick like a child throwing a tantrum."

"The old Scarlet Speedster would vibrate his molecules right out of the brawnes," Cold added.

"With a smile and a, 'Awwhh Shucks,' that just made you want to," Weather Wizard made a very rude gesture here, "rip him to shreds. Ya know?"

The Rogue's sighed as one, letting their shoulders fall in disappointment.

Batman, having only his body frozen and not his head, raised his eyebrow, "You… miss him?"

They all almost choked at this.

"Who, us?" Cold questioned his sanity.

"Miss the Flash?" HeatWave added.

Weather Wizard shook his head, "Don't be absurd. Get real, Batman."

Suddenly, the sirens on the bank started wailing. The Central City Police department were on their way.

"Oh, crap. We need to m-" began Cold but his sentence was cut off by a red blur, his cold gun knocked out of his hands.

One by one, each of the Rogues were punched to the ground likitysplit.

HeatWave raised himself just barely, his hands still on the ground, shocked by his second fall, "Was that…?"

"Could it be?" Leonard Snart was also wondering this.

"The Flash?" Weather Wizard finished their sentences in excitement.

The red whooshing blur appeared in front of the three, grinning like he just won a marathon. "Not that Flash," he announced, pointing to himself, "but A Flash." It was Jay Garrick, the first Flash. "Thank you for your advice. Took you out first, the Cold way."

Cold groaned, retrieving his gun and picking himself off the ground, "Gahh. It's just geezer Flash."

HeatWave shook his head, also picking himself up and retrieving his gun. "Not the same, not the same," he repeated.

Jay Garrick was still smiling, crossing his arms together, "No, but I'm enough to handle you losers."

All together, the Rogues held up their weapons and tried firing at him. But the first Flash was able to avoid their aim by running. He was so fast for them that Cold lost his balance, accidentally firing his cold gun at HeatWave and freezing him to into a statute.

Mark Mardon aimed his wand carefully at a spot where he was sure the first Flash would run into, creating a wind tornado. He was right. Jay Garrick was soon caught up in whirlwind. But what he was not expecting was for Kid Flash to whoosh in, making his appearance. Wally West, or Kid Flash, leaned on his shoulder like they were best of buds or something, "Hey Whiz. Mind if I borrow your wand?"

"Huh?" Weather Wizard started to say, but his wand was already taken out of his hands. The whirlwind tornado vanished, making it so that Jay Garrick could escape unscathed. Surprised by his wand suddenly disappearing, his hands gripped nothingness. That's when Kid Flash punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious.

"Hey," Jay Garrick tried to greet Wally West as he picked himself up off the ground, "Great to see you, Kid Flash. You'll help Batman and I'll-" but Kid Flash had already taking off running to fight Cold, "...Or I could help Batman."

In a blink of an eye the first Flash was in front of Batman, smiling at him. "A little superspeed will chip away at the ice," he friendly suggested, using his hand at superspeed to melt the ice.

In the meantime, Kid Flash was up against one of the frosty villain.

"First geezer Flash, now baby Flash," Captain Cold sighed, "Lame." He aimed his gun at the ground and fired.

Kid Flash slipped on the bowling alley of ice; he had been running to fast to stop, "Whoaa!" He tried to stop, but his feet skidded and kicked Cold in the face.

Leonard tried to make his way to his cold gun, but Jay Garrick stepped on the gun making him not able to. "Play time's over, Cold."

It was during this time that HeatWave was able to heat away from the ice, "It's not over until we say-"

HeatWave's sentence was cut off by a punch to the face from Batman, "It's over."

The Rogues were soon taken into police custody. After standing back to watch, the three Heroes struck up a conversation that went something like this;

"It's good to see you again Kid," Jay Garrick started, referring to Wally, "I was hoping you'd stop by the house."

"Been busy. Someone's got to take up the slack around here in case you hadn't notice," said Wally, a bit harsh.

Jay flinched at his tone. Wally eyed at Batman, "say Hi to Nightwing for me," and took off running.

The other two Heroes stared after the running blur. "What was all that about?" Batman inquired.

Jay heaved sighed. "Guess I should bring you up to speed."


Location: WestAllen household. Time: 2032

The sunlight streamed through the windows. The white curtains billowed against the screened window pane. Iris shivered and snuggled up closer to Barry's chest, moaning in contentment by the warmth he provided. She could hear and feel his breathing as it rose up and down. When the wind blew in and across her face, her eyes blinked and fluttered open.

The first thing she saw was Barry already awake, his blue eyes staring at her. "Morning beautiful," he greeted in a cheerful, captivating voice. He uses a finger to tuck a out-of-place strand of hair behind her ear.

She smiles, "Mmm. Morning," in response, closing her eyes and trying to get back to sleep again.

Then a thought terrifying struck her. She bolts upright, accidentally hitting Barry's forehead with hers in the process.

"Oww!" They both complain in a moment of pain, feeling their foreheads. Then, "You okay?" Barry asks a second later.

"What time is it?" she asks at almost the same time. Her tone was panicked.

He takes his hand and massages his forehead, "Almost 1:30 in the afternoon. Why?"

At this Iris hurriedly tries to get off the bed, but the white sheets tangle around her feet and she would have fallen to the floor if Barry hadn't rushed to catch her. "The kids!" she exclaims as he sets her upright, "I - I need to take them to school. I need to get ready, wash and brush my hair, get dressed? Get them breakfast and lunch?" she about to leave the room but then turns around, "Oh, and thank you."

She's about to leave once more when Barry reaches out and smoothly grabs her arm. She could almost feel his breath on her cheek. "Relax. You're beautiful. Wally already took them to school several hours ago, he figured you could use this time to sleep in. Besides," he points out, wrapping his muscular arms around her, "It's only 11:30 in the morning. I only said that because I was annoyed that you bumped my forehead and didn't apologize for that."

She whacks his forearm again, "Y-you, you-" she stutters, enthralled by him, "Sorry, my loveable nerd."

"Oww," he complains once more, "What's up with always punching your 'loveable nerd' in the arm, huh? I got tricks - chuckfull - of tricks up these sleeves, y'know."

Iris nodded, "Oh. Chuckfull tricks up your sleeves, huh? Barry," pressing her lips and eying at his bare upper chest, "You're not wearing any sleeves."

He suddenly glances down at his body, realizing that she was right. He was still in only his boxers. He stares back up at her sheepishly. Quick as a Flash, he's already in his jean pants from yesterday. She watches in awe at her red blur as he tries to find a shirt to wear. She gasps when he accidentally bumps into her wardrobe, his face making contact with the floor. He groans.

"Barry? You alright?" she calls to him, worried. "You need my help getting dressed?" she adds with slight amusement.

He puts his arm over his face, his legs wiggling in his spot where he lay on the floor. "No, I'm okay," he calls back in his vibrating voice, somewhat disoriented. He picks himself up, his voice totally back to normal, "Boy that was weird," and shakes his head. Second later, he reappears in front of her wearing a long-sleeved maroon shirt. "Whadda say about going to get breakfast ready? Or in this case, Brunch?" His face lit up and grinning from ear-to-ear.

"You got it," Iris agrees, smiling. As he turns to leave the room, she notices a tag on the back of his shirt indicating that it was store-bought. She shakes her head, muttering under her breath, "Show off," too low for him to hear, but her face lights up and she giggles all the same.


Iris 1st P.O. V.

I decided to wear a light short v-neck purple shirt, a knee-length black skirt and black high-heel boots. After Barry had mysteriously vanished before our very eyes, a few of the Justice League members had found that Barry had left behind his outfit, mask, and his ring; they gave the ring to me, which I turned to a necklace. I clipped that around my neck to complete the outfit. Entering the kitchen, I found 2015 Barry already making breakfast at the stove. He was wearing an apron, and had a spatula in one hand. I smirked mischievously as I made my way toward him to wrap my legs and arms around him, nibbling on the nape of his neck. "Hey there, handsome."

"I- I- Iris," he stammers, so surprised that he moves his hand too quickly and it accidentally touches the hot pan. "Ouch," he yelps, cradling his hand.

"Oh, let me see," Concerned, I let go of him and reached out to examine his hand. He followed me to the sink where I ran it over with cold water, "it should be fine anytime now."

"Thanks," he appreciates, chuckling slightly, "I'm never going to be able to concentrate on cooking when you're-" his voice trails off when my necklace catches the light and he notices it. He reaches for it, "Hey, y'know, I have a ring similar to this, used to belong to the man in yellow. Or Eobard Thawne, whatever you want to call him."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Barry. I didn't mean to-" I paused, looking for the right words, "bring up unpleasant memories by wearing it. Just that," I paused again, sniffling, "it means so much to me, too."

A smell met my nostrils. "Something's burning," I added.

Barry's eyes widen. "My pancakes!" he exclaims, rushing over to the stove. Or, 'trying' to rush might be the more accurate word. His legs stumbles and give way, and he looks worried. It was my turn to hurry and catch him, turn off the burner on the stove, and open a few windows in the kitchen.

"Barry! Are you sure you're alright?" I ask him, very worried by this point.

He didn't seem too worried about himself for he replied with, "I will be, I think…but my pancakes won't be. I mean, look at this!"

I did. One side was burnt crisped black. "Oh, well, after all," I deepen and imitate a certain archer's voice to the best I can, "You have failed this pancake, Barry Allen." I try to keep a straight face.

Barry looks at me with an exasperated expression, raising his eyebrow. He closes in on the gap between us, "You quote an Olicity quote to me?" He points his pointer finger to himself, then wraps his arms around my waist and gently leans his forehead against mine, "No, no, no, no, no, now see? You can't quote an Olicity quote during one of our special moments, it just - ruins the moment. Besides Felicity was cooking omelets? Not pancakes."

"Oh, c'mon, you had to have seen that one coming. I mean to say, Oliver was on my 3-list," I'm trying not to smirk at his annoyance. Though I'd never say it to him, I couldn't care less about my 3-list anymore when I'm with Barry.

He clears his throat significantly as if that fact doesn't bother him, "Yeah, well… well, I kissed Felicity once."

My face fell. Here I was trying to make him a tad jealous when he made me jealous in return.

"You - uhh - You kissed Felicity?" I was aware that my voice rose. I started to walk away from him, annoyed.

"Iris, wait!" He calls out, reaching and grabbing my arm, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," I say earnestly, trying to ignore the panging in my chest. "We should, uhh, go get breakfast ready."


Barry 1st P.O.V.

Iris set a plate of pancakes down in front of me and sat across from me. Earlier I had felt a weird spike in my system when I was trying to do things fast, so this time I thought I'd take my time and eat my pancakes slowly and enjoy my company with her. Or at least I thought I tried. Somehow when I looked down at my plate, my pancakes were half-gone already. I gulped, chewed, and tried to take it more slowly. "These are the best pancakes in town," I complimented. In the end, it was Iris who ended up making breakfast.

I could've sworn her cheeks went pink. "Thanks," she said, lifting her cup of orange juice to take a sip.

Once again, I was entranced by her, "You look beautiful." I set my fork down.

My heart flutters when I see her smile. She points at me, "Now see? Now you're just trying to kiss-up to me, aren't you?" she takes another bite of her food.

I knew what she meant, but somehow, "You bet," came flying out of my mouth. I could almost feel the back of my neck burning. Embarrased, I returned to my food. "Uhhh, no. What I mean was, or what I meant was… So, what's on the agenda for today?"

'Barry,' my subconscious reprimanded my innerself, 'Stop making a fool of yourself. It's just Iris, for cryin' out loud!'

But that was the problem. For cryin' out loud, it was Iris! A beautiful, well grown-up Iris, at that.

"I was thinking…" Iris began, playing with her last bite of pancake with her fork, "we could go to Jay for help? I mean, he knows a lot about traveling to different worlds and speedsters. He could help us."

I nodded, "That's a good idea. So Jay's still around, huh? That's good. Would he be at S.T.A.R Labs?" I finished my last bite of food, too.

She shook her head, "Uhhh, no. He's on duty today, so he would be at Metropolis."

"Metropolis? Duty?" I furrowed my eyebrows, confused, "Where? What the heck's in Metropolis?"


Iris 1st P.O.V.

'What's in Metropolis he says,' I repeat in my head, giggling. I had almost forgotten that this Barry hasn't been there yet. I pulled out my phone and show him the navigation of where it was on the map.

"Oh," he says simply, getting up off the chair. I get my grey sweater and put it around me.

Barry opens the front door for me. I smile at him as I pass him, "What a gentleman. Thanks, Bear."

"Anything for Mi'Lady," he follows after me.


Iris 3rd P.O.V.

It was a cold, blistery October day outside. "Better hold on tight," he advises, picking her up bridal style.

Her feet left the ground, and she took his advice. Iris wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight embrace, "Whoaa. Okkayy, Mister Handsome."

Barry starts to run with her in his arms. The autumn leaves fall and swirls around them. He passes a block and a half, his leg muscles still running at a slow pace. His breathing becoming low and ragged.

"Barry," she pressed her lips, "... Why are you running like a normal person?"

His leg muscles were already starting to ache. He wouldn't dare say this outloud to her face, but, she was starting to get heavy. Nevertheless, he presses onward. It was like his muscles didn't want him to stop. Barry huffs, "I - I don't know. My powers, Iris, they're gone."

TO BE CONTINUED...


NEXT TIME ON MEM OF FLASH

Barry & Iris tries to make their way to Metropolis the "Normal" way. Meanwhile, a Superdude in a red cape tries to flash into the picture (Ha! You see what I did there? xD ). A Superdude? How about... A SuperMan. But the Super that they're looking for, will they be able to find Jay?!

A little more Action...

SCENE 1:

My feet and arms were flailing about and I tried to get my limbs in control. The ground below left like it was coming in too fast. I tucked my elbows in closer to my stomach and shut my eyes as cold wind was constantly rushing at my face. I couldn't hear myself screaming.

Is That... A League member?!

SCENE 2:

The boy smirked. He was on the other side of the room, having donned on clothes of a yellow undershirt with a red hoodie and khaki pants, not too mention sneakers, in the blink of an eye. He raised his eyebrows, using both his pointers to point at Clark, "Yeah? Prove it."

Clark was impressed with the kid's speed, but, "I saw you save my dad from that truck this morning," he had point to prove.

A little more Romance...

SCENE 2:

"Well, usually," Iris's cheeks redden when she moves, "You just climb on top of IT,"

SCENE 2 PART 2:

Ah, now we find why this is Clark's favorite coffee shop. It's not because of the coffee, but because of the person who pours the coffee. He turns to find Barry staring at the beautiful Lana Lang.

Lana's green eyes light up when she spots them, her long chocolate brown curly hair dancing behind her. "Clark," she gets cheerfully, a smile playing at her red lips, "Who's your new friend? I'm afraid I didn't catch his name."

And disaster strikes... !

SCENE 3:

Smoke was rising from the Justice League headquarters, and a huge chunk of the righthand side of the building had been blown away, as if it had been bombed.

SCENE 3 PART 2:

Down on the floor below, Lex Luthor was speaking, "Time and time again, the Secret Society has had our ass handed to us and throttled by the Justice League. We were sick and tired of it. But then I finally thought,"

He could see the back of his bald-head, shining. It seemed like Lex Luthor was making his grand speech, "What if we took the fight to them? What if we destroyed their headquarters? It was only so easy..."

SCENE 3 PART 3:

"Are you sure you didn't see anyone else when you came in?" Lex interrogated slyly, raising his eyebrow.

Clark shook his head, "No. I - I didn't see anyone."

"Then you don't know who did this?"

"No, I don't," he declared more firmly.

Lex now had his back to him, his long red-sleeved shirt made visible. "I believe you. I know a real friend would never lie to me."


Author's Note: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait - WHAT?! The Flash, Iris, Clark Kent, Lana Lang, AND Lex Luthor all to make their appearance in next chapter?! Whaaattttt? xD Seems like Lex's and Clark's friendship is about to tip the scale. How will Barry fit into that equation? Speaking of a powerless Barry, what - isn't that like.. the 3rd time now that he's lost his powers (if we're going along with the show..)? Correct me if I'm wrong. xD

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