Title: It's Not My Time
Notes: SoOutOfControl wanted a sequel or something. I think this turned into more of a something. I ended up addictively listening to this song by 3 Doors Down (it's a good video too) and for some reason it wrote itself into a very small Wally piece, which could be thought of nothing but Wally's determination to be there, doing what he needs to because he can... well unless his motivation for that comes from somewhere else. *whistles innocently*
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Perhaps what people didn't understand was that when I'm moving at speed, the speed that allows me to run on water, up the side of buildings, is that my mind can process thought at the same speed. It doesn't feel fast to me, but as I saw the battle, I had clear thoughts and knew I could be the only one to pull off what needed doing. I did it without hesitation.
Looking back at the beginning of becoming the Flash, and how my life was, it had been easy. The creation of the League, the seven of them, even if Batman denied being a key member, it had given me friends I'd only dreamed of having and I'd been truly happy, even being the youngest.
But now the current of evil building in the world was pulling me down. It had gotten very dark somewhere along the line and the League was drifting apart, despite all of my tries to keep us together. It was getting harder to understand what to do in all of this and it wouldn't be too long before I found myself buried in doubt. Even as the conscience of the group, its heart, I still need saving sometimes.
As debris, bullets and flashes of light fly past me, I knew it wasn't my time to go. Yes I was scared, but I never showed it, not even when it could be the end of everything I know. The Flash was here to stay.
As I dodged closer I thought about the future I had planned and the dreams I'd had. The world seemed determined to take them from each of us, but I'd had dug my fingers into mine and I was taking them back. All of this time I'd been too blind to understand what should have matter most to me. It wasn't what I had in this life; it was what I believed in.
I met Bruce's eyes for a split second, one that should have been too fleeting for the other man to register but I know he saw it. There was more than anyone believed in Bruce, more than they could see. Just like there was a will in me, there was one in Dark Knight and now I knew it, even if it was the end, I wasn't going to be alone in it.
I grinned fiercely. It was time to show that will now. To prove myself, again. To prove I was worthy to hold the mantel of the Flash. To prove I was worthy to sit at the big conference table with the others. To prove I was worthy to see there was more to Bruce and that I was going to stay. No I wasn't going anywhere, not when Bruce smiled back at me like that.