"Batman: Farewell" chapter 3 The Flash
Batman sat in the semi comfortable seat of the Batmobile as he drove it through the city. It appeared that the cramped confines of the cockpit were his only solace from his increasing hallucinations.
His mind wandered, aimlessly. Again his instincts had kicked in, his hands steering through the streets for him. He could feel the Joker in his head, he could feel himself losing control. He just had to focus, just for a little while longer.
He was brought out of his trance by a knock at the window.
He blinked. A knock?
He turned to see a red blur waving him down. He brought the car to a screeching halt on Mercer Bridge, and watched the blur circle around and come to a skidding halt a few feet ahead, panting heavy and waving at him.
The canopy slid forward, and Batman hopped out.
"What are you doing here, Barry?"
"Well, I thought I'd come and help. Seems like you could use it." He said, straightening up and walking towards Batman. "I see you decided to remodel a little." He quipped, gesturing around. "Nice wheels."
Batman remained stone-faced, as usual.
Barry's smile dropped. "Why the long face?"
"You shouldn't have come here, Barry. I didn't ask for your help."
"What are friends for?"
Batman had to smile at that. "Thank you, Barry, but I have things under control."
Barry stared at Batman.
"I saw Scarecrows broadcast, but I guess I don't need to ask what you're gonna do...do I?"
Batman remained silent by way of answer.
Barry nodded and looked down.
"I'm sorry, Barry." Batman said, turning on his heel and climbing back onto the Batmobile.
"You're my hero, y'know that?" Barry said.
Batman paused, and turned to face the speedster.
"You're a good man, Flash. Central City is lucky to have you." Batman said. "Go home, Barry." He added, before sliding into the seat. The canopy slid back, and the engine roared back into life, and slid past the Flash smoothly.
Flash paused, took one last look around before he disappeared in a blur of red and yellow.
