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Me'gan was nervous. Since the training exercise, she had very little confidence in her powers and now her powers were the only thing that could save Robin and Kid Flash.

"We should really wait for my Uncle J'ohn." She said hesitantly, and the Flash shook his head.

"He won't be back in time. We aren't going to leave them any longer."

"But-"

"You can do this." Batman cut in, and Me'gan had no other choice but to nod.

"Lay down next to them," Me'gan ordered softly and the superheroes quickly complied, "I can get you to where they are, but I won't be able to help you past that. I…I don't have enough control." She admitted hesitantly, and both the Flash and Batman nodded, "You just need to convince them to wake up. When they wake up, you will as well."

Batman and Flash nodded again and Me'gan took a deep breath, held her hands out, and connected the four minds lying in front of her.

"Good luck," She whispered as she sent the mentors to rescue their trapped apprentices.

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When the Flash opened his eyes, he wasn't surprised to see he was in Central City. He knew his partner and his fears well, and arriving in Central City was the furthest thing from a surprise. The ash that covered the remains of the city, while saddening and mildly terrifying in what they represented, wasn't surpassing either.

Few knew it, but Wally had always been most effected by disasters involving fires. It was impossible to tell before or during the disaster, but the aftermath always made it obvious. Fires were a common factor in Kid Flash's nightmares, although they usually weren't on this grand of a scale. The Flash hated to think of what horrors his nephews mind had forced him into.

The Flash took off to look to his nephew. According to what Me'gan had said, Kid Flash should be close. However, the disaster that was Central City made it difficult to see anything, let alone his partner. It was on his third sweep of the area when he finally saw a flash of color. He paused, and when the color was examined closer it was revealed to be his partner.

Kid Flash knelt in the middle of what once was City Hall, the remains dwarfing him. The bright colors of his uniform shone through the ash that covered him, but his hair had become a melancholy color that the Flash was sad to say represent his partner well at that moment. Every part of him screamed defeat: the slumped shoulders, the hanging head, the fist clenched into his pants.

The Flash slowly walked over and knelt next to his partner. His cowl was pushed back, and Barry Allen placed a hand on his nephew's shoulder, "Hey kiddo,"

Kid Flash jumped, quickly turning to assess the threat, and pushed his cowl back when he realized who it was. Wally threw himself at his Uncle, knocking both of them into the dirt in his desperation to confirm that his Uncle was alive and here.

Wally babbled, most of it buried into Barry chest and not understandable, but that was ok. Barry knew that the initial babble usually, even if auditable, would make no sense to anyone but Wally. However, if allowed to continue, the babble would help Wally eventually calm down long enough to explain why he was afraid.

Barry held Wally close as his nephew babbled, willing to wait until Wally was ready to talk to him. Ten minutes, then twenty passed, but Barry knew he had to wait. Any attempt to interrupt the babbling would only make Wally more reluctant to talk about what was bothering him. He began to run his hand through Wally's hair, half listening to the babble pouring out of Wally's mouth, but paying more attention to Wally's physical state.

As far as he could tell Wally wasn't injured. Not that it would matter if he was, Barry realized. Everything around him felt so real it was hard to remember that he was inside Wally's head. He wasn't sure what he would have to do to convince Wally that this was a dream. The world Wally's nightmare had created was realistic in every aspect he had seen so far, so there wasn't a logical way to show that this world wasn't real.

And he knew that he would have to prove to Wally that this wasn't real. Barry always had to prove to Wally that his nightmares weren't real, even when they weren't trapped inside of his head. Usually, all he had to do was point out the discrepancies in the dream and the real world. However, that wasn't possible here, and neither was the other method of showing Wally his friends and family alive and well.

Wally's babble was beginning to slow, and eventually Wally pulled himself away from Barry's chest. The tears running down his face were quickly wiped away, and Wally looked up at Barry.

"Hey, Uncle Barry," He muttered softly, and Barry smiled.

"Hey Kiddo," From there all Barry had to do was wait. Wally always filled the silence.

Wally lasted longer than normal, but eventually he whispered, "I'm sorry," Barry waited once again, and after a couple minutes Wally continued, voice breaking, "I couldn't save anyone. I'm sorry,"

Barry hugged Wally close, running a hand through his hair, "There wasn't anyone to save."

"But I heard-"

"It wasn't real," He could feel Wally pushing against his chest, and he held him tight, unwilling to let him go until he had finished talking, "None of this was real. It's just a bad dream."

Wally finally managed to wiggle himself free and stared at his uncle, his eyes wide in disbelief. "They were screaming. I saw the bodies!"

"And none of it was real. Dr. Destiny-"

"Did he start the fire?" Wally demanded, surging to his feet, "Did he?" Wally demanded once again.

Barry remained sitting, Wally's anger after a nightmare far from uncommon. Wally hated being afraid and would often use anger to replace emotions he didn't want to deal with. "No, he didn't start the fire."

Wally deflated, sitting across from Uncle Barry, "Than who did?"

Barry sighed, "No one."

"Then how did it start?"

Barry sighed again, "There was no fire."

"How can you say that? It killed everyone!" Once again Wally stood, and this time Barry had no choice but to stand as well to prevent Wally from running off.

He grabbed Wally's shoulders tightly, forcing him to look at Barry, "Dr. Destiny forced you into your worst nightmare. None of this is real!"

"But how do you know that?!" Wally shouted, "I've seen the bodies! Heard their screams! Everyone died because I wasn't fast enough!"

Barry knew that they had finally come to the heart of the issue. Wally had always been afraid of not being fast enough, not being able to save someone. Barry didn't know where Wally had gotten the idea, but Wally believed that they speed they were blessed with meant they could save everyone. Barry, through painful experience, knew this wasn't true and he had tried multiple times to pass this lesson onto Wally. Sadly, it never seemed to stick and Wally fear of not being able to save someone manifested itself in an obsession over his speed.

Kid Flash wasn't as fast as the Flash, and while there were millions of reasons that could be, Wally viewed it as a personal fault. Combining that with his desperation to save everyone, Barry couldn't believe he hadn't guessed what Wally's greatest fear was. To Wally failure to save someone was based on his lesser speed, which meant a fear of not being fast enough.

"It was a nightmare, Wally,"

"But how do you know! I wasn't fast enough and you weren't there!"

Barry knew then how to prove to Wally that he was trapped in this nightmare.

"Exactly," Barry ignored Wally's confused expression and continued, "This fire you saw was big enough to destroy the entire city. Why wouldn't I be there?"

"I-" Wally began but Barry continued.

"I know we let you form your own team, but do you honestly believe that I would leave you to handle and fire this size on your own?"

"No but-"

"But what?" Barry pressed, "Even if I was unable to come, some member of the League would have come in my place." Barry could see the war waging on Wally's face and noticed that landscape around them wavering in and out of focus. He prayed that was a sign Wally was waking up and finished, "That's why we have the League."

Wally trembled, the area surrounding them fading into an indistinguishable gray mass.

"But-" He whispered, and Barry loosened his grip on his shoulders and pulled Wally's head up until his eyes met Barry's.

"It was just a dream, kiddo." And with that the entire landscape faded into nothing.

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Bruce slowly opened his eyes, quickly taking in his surroundings. Gotham city loomed below him, but instead of standing on the edge of a rooftop like he was accustomed too, he was balanced precariously on a tightrope. He phone was held in his hand, half of a text message written, and he was in a normal suit. He could tell that his belt wasn't hidden somewhere in his suit and, though no one would ever be able to tell, it made him nervous.

From the corner of his eye he could see Dick perched on the edge of a building right next to the end of the tightrope. He was shaking, and Bruce could see his mouth moving but couldn't hear the words that were coming out. It was obvious that Dick was terrified, and Bruce wasn't sure what to do. However, he knew that whatever he did, he needed to get off the tightrope first.

"Robin!" He called, and Dick's head immediately snapped up, eyes drilling into Bruce.

"Bruce!" He cried, making a small motion forward that was quickly aborted as the shaking increased, "Bruce get down from there!"

Bruce tried to shuffle towards Dick, but stopped the moment that he felt his balance waver. He had no interest in falling and, despite the fact this was a dream, he knew Dick would never recover from seeing him plummet to his death.

"Robin, throw me your belt," He ordered, and once again Bruce saw Dick start to come forwards but quickly stopped.

"I…I can't," Dick admitted shakily, shame coloring his words.

"You can," Bruce stated forcefully, but he could tell that Dick didn't believe him. He was beginning to shake even more and was slowly moving further away from the edge. It became obvious to Bruce that he would have to take a different approach. He couldn't treat Dick like Robin right now. Dick needed to be treated like Dick, the young ward of Bruce Wane.

"Dick," He began, and Dick quickly looked up in surprised before he stared at the drop below, and the two figures in the red circle Bruce just noticed, "Dick look at me." He ordered, and Dick slowly dragged his eyes up until he was staring at Bruce.

"What are you afraid of?" Bruce asked softly, and Dick's trembling increased.

"You're…You're going to fall." He said softly. Bruce didn't speak, sensing there was more to be said and after a moment, Dick continued, "and… and I'm so scared that I can't move, and because of that I can't save you."

Bruce felt his heart drop, he had always known that Dick had a fear of him leaving, but he didn't realize that his fear extended to being afraid to be afraid. He knew that he would have to take more steps to fix this once he had saved Dick from this dream, but for now he knew what he had to do.

"I'm not going to fall," Bruce said confidently.

Dick stared at him in confusion, "But you don't have your belt!"

Bruce nodded, "But you have yours." Dick shook his head rapidly, his trembling increasing, but Bruce didn't let him protest, "You have yours, and that is all we need."

"But I can't stop shaking!" Dick cried, and Bruce hated to see tears forming in his eyes.

"Yes, you can. Close your eyes and take a deep breath," Dick complied, and Bruce had him keep breathing until the trembling had decreased.

"Now, reach into your belt and grab your grappling hook," Dick complied, his trembling momentarily increasing before decreasing again, "Now throw it to me."

"I-"

"You can. Take a deep breath, and throw it." Bruce ordered, preparing himself to catch the end. Dick took a deep breath and threw it, Bruce catching the end. Using Dick as an anchor Bruce quickly walked across the tightrope the rooftop. Dick still had his eyes tightly shut, and Bruce lightly gripped his shoulder and led him away from the edge.

Bruce was quickly pulled into a hug that he readily returned. Dick was still shaking, but Bruce was please to see that it was slowly settling down. They didn't speak, content to be safe in the other presentence, but Bruce did have a mission to complete. He needed to wake Dick up.

"Dick, you need to wake up."

"Wake up?" Dick asked confused.

Bruce nodded, "Everything that has happened was a dream, a nightmare caused by Dr. Destiny-"

"The crazy guy from when you just started the League?" Dick interrupted, and Bruce nodded, glad to see Dick slowly returning to normal.

"He was trying to get revenge by forcing you and Kid Flash into your worst nightmares-"

Dicks trembling started again as he exclaimed, "Why did he go after Wally? You were the one who beat him! Are we going-"

Bruce pulled Dick into his chest, effectively stopping his questions, "The Flash is going after Wally. And you will both be ok if you just wake up."

"But I'm still afraid," Dick admitted softly, face buried in Bruce's chest, "How can I leave the nightmare if I'm still afraid?"

Bruce held Dick tighter, sharing the lesson he had struggled to learn himself, "It's ok to be afraid."

"But you're not! You're never afraid,"

Bruce shook his head, his hand beginning to run through Dick's hair, "I was afraid when I heard Dr. Destiny had gone after you."

"But-"

"There is no shame in being afraid of something."

"I froze! I couldn't do anything!" Dick yelled, pulling himself from Bruce's hold.

Bruce smiled, "But you never have before. You've been afraid before, but you kept going. Just because you couldn't move in your nightmares doesn't mean that you'll freeze in the real world."

Dick trembled, "But what if I do? What if I freeze and someone dies?"

"You won't."

"How can you know that?"

Bruce smiled once again, "If that was going to happen it would have happened by now. You've been a superhero for too long, you've learned to handle your fear."

"Then why couldn't I handle it here?" Dick whispered, sitting on the edge of the building.

Bruce sat next to him, his arm going on Dick's shoulders, "Because this is a nightmare."

Dick's trembling finally stopped, "I think I'm ready to wake up now." He said softly, and the world around them faded into a white light.

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In the Cave's Med Bay Batman, Robin, Kid Flash, and the Flash all opened their eyes, Me'gan lowering her hands as the connection between them was ended.