HELLO! This is ForgottenAir!

I know I've been out for such a long time and I apologize. I'm a very stressed student and I've been so busy. But thankfully it's SPRING BREAK! I hope I will be able to write one more chapter this week!

To be honest, I already had this chapter ready but I can't use my laptop because of technical difficulties. Fortunately this chapter turned out to be better than I expected. This chapter was written immediately and posted immediately so you all can read it!

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Here's chapter 3!

Less than three!

Year: Same year

Time: Same time

Setting:Aan abandoned mansion, far into a forest, in Germany.

Season: Winter

Additional Info: Gray clouds blanket the area. Heavy atmosphere. Cold. Mansion is dusty, unsanitary, rats crawl all over. Windows are all broken. Glass and blood all over the floors and walls. No furniture.

It was rumored the great Man of Bat was missing from the English Underworld. He was, indeed, for he was investigating a crime that seemed for the world to know it was forever forgotten...

"Hey, Bats, we've been investigating this place for several days. I think that's really unnecessary," the Flash spoke out. "Besides, London needs you."

Batman paused at his investigation. It didn't take long for him to continue again.

"Giving me another silent treatment, huh? Then what was the whole point for me to freeze my ass here-"

"Flash, catch,"

By instinct, the Flash caught what the Batman threw, only to find himself drop the object immediately. It was a frozen, decayed arm.

"Alright, Bats, you're really crossing the line. I'm going bac-"

"Flash, look," Batman had his eyes on the arm.

Flash decided to swallow a few more ounces of patience and looked down.

He almost screamed as the arm was twitching by its own and using its own fingers, it tickled through the floors to get a hold of his foot. The Flash kicked the arm around until the arm flew across the room.

He went against the wall in fear as he saw the arm going towards him again.

"BATS, DO SOMETHING!"

Without another minute to spare, Batman threw a bomb to have the arm swim inside fire. The Flash's breathes grew less heavy as he witnessed the arm burned into ashes.

A dead silence remained. The Flash, having no more patience, marched to Batman, his eyes growing in frustration.

"What the hell was that for?" he flung his arms up in the air. "Not to mention, what in God's name was that?"

Batman stood in silence, his eyes direct on the Flash's face, and listened to him complain for the next few minutes. Finally, when the time was right, he pushed the Flash out of the way to get back into where he was investigating.

"He's back,"

It only took two words to make the Flash's mouth shut tight. His face expression shadowed a concern. He shock his head and gave a weary chuckle.

"Bats, if this is a joke, it's a good one. Cut it out..."

The Batman didn't need to say anything to prove himself.

"I... I thought he was dead. Didn't he die years ago?"

"He experiments with dark magic, Flash. He can transfer his soul," Batman stood up again and walked towards the door. "Our work just started. Let's head back and pack up. We're going back."

Time: Same time

Setting: A nice apartment building. From one glance, one can know it was an apartment for the wealthier class. Slowly snowing outside.

Additional info: The two newly characters were in the living room. Three long windows against the wall had a small balcony outside of them. Curtains were in rich sky blue. Walls were covered by royalty blue, decorated with green vines and white flowers. Couches were soft, one of a rococo design of royalty blue, other with the design of a fainting couch, in a cream color. Each couch face each other. In the middle lays a beautifully designed white coffee table. In fact, behind each couch lays white tables, adorned with glass vases of white and red flowers. In the back of the room lay shelves of books, cases of china, paintings of backgrounds, and a mirror. From one glance of the room, one can make the assumption the owner of the apartment was a rococo style fan.

The young man and the young boy sat on the blue couch, awing their eyes at the beautiful details on every speck of the room.

"Brother, I don't want to sit here..." Lucus faced his brother.

"Why?" the brother asked. He also didn't want to sit down, probably for the same reason as his little brother had in mind.

"Our clothes are dirty," Lucus nervously fiddled with the wrinkles of his coat. "We're going to stain the couch with our dirty clothes..."

Jereld could only give his brother a decrepit smile. "I don't want to sit on them either, Lucus," he replied. "But if the nice lady wanted us to sit, I'm sure she had a good reason to..."

Jereld was getting nervous. The young lady seemed to be younger than him. What did she want with him and Lucus? She looked as a person with a good heart, but with cruel reality, he knew he shouldn't trust a person too easily.

He looked up as he heard her soft footsteps on the carpet. Her hair was in a simple bun and her outfit was different than what she wore outside. It was a simple stripped top and a long blue dress. She smiled as she set the tea set down, along with cookies.

"I hope you like green tea," she said. With grace, she poured tea into each small china cup. "I have to go back to the market soon. I ran out of other teas."

"No, it's fine," Jereld replied. He stumbled his words as his nervousness grew. He saw his brother drooling over the cookies. Of course the boy was hungry; for the past few days the brothers weren't able to eat anything other than scraps.

The young woman spotted the little boy in his amazement.

"Staring at them won't ease your hunger," she smiled. She handed a cup to Jereld, who received it with a flimsy hand.

Lucus looked up at his brother for permission. Seeing him with such desperate eyes, Jereld nodded his head. "Go ahead, Lucus. You deserve it."

He observed his brother quickly taking one cookie and eating it as if he was savoring each bite. After finishing one, he looked up at his brother again.

"You don't need my permission to eat those cookies, you know?" he chuckled. He sighed in relief to see his brother enjoy the food.

"So you speak English?" she asked. She took one sip of tea and set the plate down to her lap.

Jereld saw her as very well-mannered. She was kind enough to give her full attention.

"Yes, my brother and I are from England," he answered. "I'm, um, Jereld Brown, by the way. My brother, here, is Lucus Brown."

"And my name is Layla Whiteharth. Nice to meet you both," she set her cup down and held out a hand.

"I don't recall ladies exchanging handshakes," Jereld cracked a smile. "It's more like a kiss."

"You know what they say, I'm a black sheep along the herd," she followed his smile. "I'm a different from others."

"I can see that," he replied.

They both set back and took another sip of their tea.

"When did you come to Paris?" she asked.

Jereld choked on his tea.

"Well," he coughed. "My brother and I came a month ago. We're still trying to adjust to Paris. It's nice here, actually."

"It's much nicer if you had a proper living," she took another sip of tea. "Did you come to Paris for a job opportunity?" She raised an eyebrow. "If it is, it's not a good start..."

Jereld felt chills. He didn't know why, but he felt as though in that second, the aura around her changed into something else."No," he replied. "Things happened in England. My brother and I had to... go to another place so we can restart a fresh new life..."

The room was filled with silence. Cookie crumbs falling on the floor were able to be heard.

"You look like a smart young man. Surely you could've started with a profession..."

"Where I come from, I wasn't able to have a profession..."

"Can you read and write?"

"Yes. I can do mathematics, also. I studied and taught myself university literature,"

Why was he revealing so much about himself, Jereld wondered. What was he trying to prove? Surely even if he tried to empress the young lady, would she be able to give him a proper job? He had to take the chance, however. He had to do anything for him and Lucus to lead to a more proper life.

She listened as Jereld revealed about all the things to make her impressed. Was he doing enough, he wondered. Will he be able to get a job, just by talking through her?

By the time he was finished, Lucus was full with seven cookies since he started eating.

"Jereld,"

"Yes, Miss. Whiteharth?"

"Did you expect if you told me everything you had accomplished, I would give you a job?"

The young man blushed in embarrassment. What if she wouldn't give him a job. Was all that talking useless? He put his head down.

"Look, Jereld," she said. "I'm not capable of giving anyone a job. But I can do one thing for you...

How about living together with me? Oh and by the way, call me Layla."

Time: 2 hours later

Setting: London. Dormhouse.

Additional Info: The blue skies starts to turn into navy. Heavier snow falls. A couple of people enter into the dormhouse into their own rooms. Meanwhile, the attic room is still left untouched. Two people are present.

Richard Grayson is patient. When he lends an ear, he LENDS an ear, no matter how many hours go by. Listening to Wally's true feelings over the past two years made his own heart go bleak.

Dick already knew about the Jinx and Wally fiasco from a long time ago. But it was something he didn't share too much about. Dick found it surprising to listen to a few stories Wally had to share he never knew he was capable of.

Yet, it wasn't Wally's own emotions that made Dick bleak, but it was also the fact that he knew Jinx may still be alive.

But he was smart enough, or so he thought, not to tell Wally. He found out through looking at files and the rumors spreading in the Underworld. He wasn't commanded for it to be kept a secret but Dick knew if Wally had known this, he could have done something reckless and dangerous. Dick didn't want to risk that, even to that evening while listening to Wally.

"Dick, I think I'm crazy," Wally covered his face with his hands.

"I'm pretty sure you're not," he replied.

"No, Dick, I'm serious," Wally stretched his face. "I think she's alive."

Richard's eyes shot out at Wally. No, he couldn't have figured out, he thought. "Why do you suppose so?"

"Hey, she and I have a connection, remember?"

"Besides that, loverboy," Dick shot back. "She's dead, remember? She's long gone... Wally, I think you are crazy. Crazy in LOVE. Hey, man, you have to let go. I think your obsession is taking over your entire life. It's not healthy for you."

"... I'm considering suicide,"

"OH, WALLY! You're just in a bad slump, that's all,"

"NO, DICK, I'm serious," Wally shouted. "For the past two years I was dead. You think I didn't try to forget her? I can't. NEVER. I can't live without her. Without her, I'm nothing. NOTHING! Please do me a favor, as my best friend, and put me out of my misery. I had enough."

Richard punched Wally below his ribcage. Wally was too overwhelmed to fight back his punches.

"Wally... get... a … hold... of... your...self!" he said after each punch. Wally landed on his side on the wooden floor. He felt as though he was sinking in the darkness.

Wally really wanted to end his life.

"Wally, listen to me," Dick grabbed a hold of Wally's collar. "Have you ever thought about how many lives were saved because of you? Wally, London needs you. England needs you. Why do you want to end your life? When we first met, didn't you say you wanted to live to help those around you to get real justice? You think it'll be justice of you to kill yourself while the entire country needs you? You think your death will solve any injustice?"

He let go, stood up, and collected his things.

"Wally," Dick said at the door. "For the longest time when we were friends, I've never been this ashamed that I have a pathetic friend like you."

The shut of the door made an impact on the entire floor.

As Wally lay there, sinking in the darkness, something in his heart snapped.

As he felt, the ocean of darkness started to melt away from his heart.

As everything disappeared, he felt his life as a blank streak.

As the night passed by and dawn colored the sky,

Wally West had forgotten about Jinx.

Once again, thank you so much for reading this much!

And there's some development going on! I'm so excited to write more, but lets hope I have enough encouragements to myself so I can continue. Reviews and favorites are so welcomed and helps me be encouraged too!

AND YES JERELD AND LUCUS ARE IMPORTANT! Please be patient! I can promise you will love them. They have a reason in this story!

See you in the next chapter! I love you all dearly. Please be safe and I hope life is going well for you all.

-ForgottenAir

P.S. And I wanted to ask: for the name Layla, does "Lay-la" sound better or "lie-la"? They both sound really good but I can't decide how it actually sounds! A reply with your reviews are always welcome!

Less than three!