I am completely swamped with homework, and this one's a bit complicated, but I'll do my best because this sounds really fun.
Prompt from Sabra Jaguar. Barry faces a metahuman who makes him forget he's the Flash. He wakes up somewhere in an odd red costume and freaks out. He goes to Iris, figuring she can help him find out what's going on with him, and she has to explain what she knows about the Flash, all the while not knowing entirely what's going on, herself. I wonder if she'll try to make him keep the secret from her dad.
Barry ran through the alleyway. He wasn't running from anything, just feeling the wind against his face, and occasionally stopping a mugging, but nothing to big had been going on.
Then he heard a scream and reached the screamer before they ran out of breath and stopped screaming.
"Get away from me!" A man commanded another, though not very threateningly.
"But I can make you forget, forget all your troubles." The second man said.
A third man started to nod his head. "Forget all my troubles."
The first man, presumably his friend, turned his gaze on him. "Jimmy? You wouldn't just forget your troubles, you would forget everything. What about your family, Jim? They need you."
Obviouslyametahuman, he thought. How do you fight a metahuman that can induce amnesia? How does it even work? Would he forget his life if he touched the meta, or did he affect people a different way? There were too many unknowns and Caitlyn would kill him if he got affected, but he couldn't let the metahuman erase these people's memories.
Barry woke up from the weirdest dream. He had dreamt he was fighting someone with superpowers, and, weirder than that, he dreamt he had super speed. It was definitely a dream. Who could imagine him, super tardy Barry Allen, with super speed? He stood up figuring he would go visit Iris, and thank her for coming to the particle accelerator launch last night. How had he gotten here? What the heck had happened after he walked Iris home?
He looked down at himself. I should probably shower first.
After he had showered and changed he walked out of his apartment. When he looked on his front step and saw the newspaper, he freaked out and started running to Jitters. He had to talk to Iris, now.
He reached Jitters in only a few seconds and freaked out even more. He really did have super speed.
"Hey, Bear." She greeted warmly, she looked at her best friend a little longer, and started to worry. "What's going on? Are you okay?"
"This is going to seem like a weird question, but it'll make sense in a minute. What day is it today?" Barry asked pleadingly. His right hand was shaking with his newfound super speed, and he was surprised Iris hadn't noticed yet.
"Tuesday."
"Full date please." Iris gave him a funny look.
"January 27."
"Year?"
Iris's heart beat faster, and she began to panic. Barry was acting really weird. "2015. Are you going to explain what's going on now, Bear? You're freaking me out."
Barry let out an exaggerated sigh. "This morning I woke up in an alley, and the last thing I remember is . . ." Barry thought hard about his last memory. "I was in my lab, watching something about the particle accelerator malfunctioning or something along those lines on the news, even that's a bit fuzzy."
Iris called over one of the other waitresses. "I have to go take care of something. Can you cover for me? Please, thank you." She grabbed his shaking hand and stiffened briefly before practically dragging him out of the coffee shop. They walked until they found a street where no one could overhear their conversation.
"What's going on with your hand?" She started.
"I'm not really sure what's going on with that either. I woke up in an alley, went home, saw the paper with what I had hoped was a really off date, and ran to Jitters a lot faster than I thought possible. My hand still hasn't stopped shaking. It's actually really freaking me out."
"Ok Flash, let's take you to STAR Labs." Iris said, trying to calm herself down. Her mind ran over the facts. Barry had amnesia, and he was the Flash. Barry had amnesia, and he was the Flash. Barry had amnesia, and he was the Flash.
"Why do you call me Flash, and why would STAR Labs let us in?" Barry's eyebrows drew together as he looked at Iris with eyes full of confusion.
"When the particle accelerator exploded, you were struck by lightning. You kept dying, then you were in a coma for nine months. STAR Labs asked to treat you there, and Dad and I said yes. You became friends with the three remaining employees; Caitlyn, a kind of stern geneticist, Cisco, a very excitable engineer, which I guess explains where you got the Flash suit, and Dr. Wells."
"I'm friends with Dr. Harrison Wells?" Barry breathed out the words incredulously.
"Yep. A lot can change in a year." Iris looked at him. Of course he would lose his memory today.
"What's going on with you?" Barry stopped walking and turned to his best friend grabbing her arm and gently turning her to face him.
"Nothing much. I just dumped my boyfriend of about a year for someone I just recently found out had feelings for me, but I'm worried that it won't work out due to other more recent events." She tried to be as vague as possible.
For the first time, Iris was able to see the look of hurt and acceptance that crossed his face when she talked about liking other people. How did I never notice this?
"Why don't you think it will work out?" Barry tried really hard to be supportive just like he always did.
"You only get details when you can remember them for yourself. For now, I guess I need to explain you being the Flash, which by the way, you hadn't told me, so when you're no longer an amnesiac, you're in a lot of trouble."
"Sorry?" He wasn't sure how to apologize for something he didn't understand or remember.
Iris scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you would be. The Flash, you, is-are . . . this is kind of confusing to explain. Ok, you've been running around at super speed all over the city, saving people in a red suit and mask, so no one knows who you are. I started a blog about the Flash, you, and you kept trying to get me to stop writing it because you thought it would put me in danger, but you would pick me up and carry me to the roof at the speed of sound every time you came to Jitters after hours for a visit." Barry noticed the wistful smile on her face, but thought he was imagining it. "Oh, and don't tell my Dad about this, he'll just freak out."
Barry sighed. "I don't like keeping things from your Dad, Iris."
"Bear, you know him."
"Ok."
"We're here, let's go see if we can get your brain sorted out." Iris laughed softly, and Barry smiled in return.
Sorry to cut it off so abruptly, but I have to get back to homework. I could only afford two hours on this.