[The Watchtower
March 25, 12:45 EST]
"Robin! Get back here!"
Dick ignored Hal's hissed whisper and slid beneath the arm he stretched out to stop him with. He sprinted down the hall with numb legs and hit the door at a dead run, heart hammering painfully in his chest. He burst into the room and immediately skidded to a halt when he heard a high-pitched whistling sound, reeling back when a red arrow thunked into the wall right in front of his eyes. The shaft quivered from the force of the impact, and Dick stared at it less than three inches away. He looked to the side and saw Roy holding his bow sideways over the back of the couch he was on, one arm pulled back with relaxed fingers and a bored expression on his face.
"Darn," he deadpanned, pulling the bow back behind the couch and collapsing it. "I missed…"
Sudden, violent irritation swept over Dick's previous worry, and he glared at Roy, wrenching the arrow out of the wall with one jerk of his arm, "You don't miss."
"Well, my arm's been half asleep for the last fifteen minutes," Roy protested, drawing his arms back to his lap – or so Dick thought.
Dick knew that Roy would never shoot at him to actually try and hit him, but he was just manic enough right now that the fact meant very little to him. He snapped the arrow in half angrily and marched around the side of the couch to the front, intending to throw the pieces right at Roy's face.
"I'm also incredibly high-strung right now, and I've had more than enough time to get angrier than I've ever been in my life," Roy said with a deep, controlled breath. "So, the next time you barge into a room that you know I'm in, announce yourself first. Then, maybe I won't shoot at you."
"That's-" Dick froze, and both halves of the arrow fell from his hands. His mouth snapped shut, and his eyes went wide in stunned disbelief. Roy was reclining in one corner of the couch with Wally curled against his shoulder and fast asleep. He had one arm lazily draped around Wally and was staring up at Dick with a calm but unhappy expression on his face.
"You can come closer. He's pretty much out cold; I don't think you'll wake him up."
Dick cautiously stepped forward, falling to his knees right in front of the couch. He reached out and lightly touched Wally's arm, eyes glued to his face like he was afraid Wally would disappear if he looked away. Dick drank in the sight of him and was finally able to breathe easy for the first time in three days.
"Is he okay?" he asked in a croaking voice, his throat closing up on him suddenly as he was overwhelmed by red hair, steady, even breathing, and rapid eye movement beneath closed lids.
"No."
Dick tore his eyes off Wally's sleeping face and looked up at Roy.
"Not even close," Roy shook his head.
"How do you know?" Dick asked desperately. "Did he tell you anything?"
"Did they tell you what Wally did to escape?" Roy cocked an eyebrow at him, and Dick nodded.
When he and the Team had returned to the cave, they'd found Red Tornado waiting for them with the news. He'd told them that Wally had blown up a Manhunter base to escape, and that Captain Atom had already been dispatched to investigate the site in Siberia. Since Dick was the only one with Watchtower clearance at the moment, he took off immediately for the zeta tubes with Conner and Kaldur practically shoving him out the door.
"Then, you know as much as I do," Roy sighed deeply. "All you have to do is take one look at him when he's awake, and you'll know what I mean."
Dick slumped against the couch miserably, folding his arms on the cushion and resting his chin on them. He stared at Wally silently, wishing he could make everything better. So far, it had been nothing but one horrible thing after another, getting progressively worse and worse each time, and they weren't even in the clear yet. He leaned his forehead on the side of Roy's knee and tried not to drown under the weight of everything bearing down on him.
Roy rapped his knuckles on the top of Dick's head, startling him out of his worries, "Hey. Switch places with me. My legs are all numb."
"What?" Dick looked up at him blankly.
"Switch places with me," Roy repeated like he was stupid. Then, he fixed Dick with a stern look and gestured to himself and Wally. "And if you tell anyone about this, I swear to God, I'll kill you."
Dick sat back on his heels, still not understanding. He looked at Wally, then at Roy again and how they were sitting, and felt his stomach start churning anxiously. Oh. Oh. He was suddenly conscious of how Wally was lying on Roy. It was totally fine for them; they really could pass as brothers. At the very worst, it just made Roy look like a softie, but that was only because Roy didn't have a crush on Wally. Dick wouldn't be able to get away with the same thing.
Him holding Wally like that would be…amazing, especially after being so terrified for him and not seeing him for so long. But it would also be really inappropriate because Dick would be thinking about very different things than Roy was.
He apparently took too long to react, because Roy rolled his eyes and reached over to grab his arm with his free hand, "Ugh, just get over here."
"No – Roy!" Dick hissed, fighting to get loose. "I can't!"
"Why the hell not?" Roy frowned at him, tilting his head slightly.
"You know why," Dick insisted, looking pointedly at Wally, who was oblivious to their conversation.
"Oh my God, really?" It seemed to click for Roy suddenly, and he fixed Dick with an unamused stare like he was being ridiculous. "You can't sit on the same couch as him because you're in love?"
Dick shot Roy a death glare and glanced sideways at Wally nervously, "Shh!"
"Dick, he's so unconscious I could play a drum solo on his head, and he wouldn't wake up," Roy shook his head at him in fake astonishment. "Look."
Dick watched in horror as Roy started pulling on Wally's ears and flicking his nose lightly. He pulled up one of Wally's eyelids and let it fall closed again, "Hey, Wally. Wally. Dick has a crush on you."
Wally didn't even twitch in his sleep. He just snored softly into Roy's shoulder while Dick promptly had a panic attack.
"Like, a huge, extremely weird infatuation with you," Roy poked Wally right between the eyebrows and wiggled his finger around to try and get his attention. Dick frantically grabbed Roy's wrist and wrestled it out to the side while the older boy just laughed. "I think he wants to have your babies."
"Shut up!" Dick pulled a batarang from his utility belt and held it up threateningly. "I will stab you!"
"I'll stop if you hurry up and take my place," Roy grinned at him tauntingly, clearly enjoying this way too much. Dick was about to refuse once more when the archer's expression turned a little more serious. He idly tapped Wally's shoulder blades as he spoke. "Look, he couldn't fall asleep until I did this. For some reason, it made him feel more secure, and I don't want him to wake up without someone there."
Dick's eyes flickered down to look at Wally sadly. He looked peaceful now, but Dick didn't even want to imagine him being too scared to fall asleep. His resolve broke down a little.
"Come on. I think you need it as badly as he does," Roy dropped the teasing and gave him a sympathetic half smile. "Or…I could try and get Artemis up here. I'm sure she wouldn't mind comforting Wally if you're not feeling up to it."
Uh, no!
Dick stood up with a deep breath and refused to make eye contact with Roy as he moved to the armrest and motioned for Roy to get up. Roy very carefully lifted up Wally's torso and freed his trapped leg, swinging it off the side of the couch and awkwardly getting to his feet while keeping the unconscious speedster suspended over the cushions. He gestured with a nod for him to move, and Dick quickly climbed into the space Roy had just occupied, trying to position himself the same way.
Roy had other ideas, clearly.
He suddenly pushed Dick down almost flat on his back and then hefted Wally right on top of him before Dick had time to realize what was happening. The abrupt, jarring motion made Wally stir a little, and both Dick and Roy froze as he groaned in his sleep. Wally snaked both arms around Dick's waist and clung to him like a sloth, burying his face in the crook of Dick's neck to get comfortable before settling back down into deep sleep again. Muscles still locked up in shock, Dick held his arms out and away from Wally, one leg trapped between Wally's knee and the backrest of the couch and the other dangling off the side.
Roy covered his mouth with one hand and looked away like he was trying to fight off laughter, "Aww, how lucky for you; Wally's a cuddler."
"Roy! Seriously," Dick protested quietly. "He's going to wake up right when you say something. That's how my luck works!"
Roy didn't look like he was in the sort of mood to humor him, "And why is that so bad?"
Dick sputtered for an answer and gestured to Wally as if that would explain everything, "It just…I don't know."
"You've got to tell him how you feel sooner or later," Roy shifted his weight from foot to foot, massaging the stiff knee that Wally had been lying on. "He could've died, you know, and you would've never had the chance to say anything to him. Doesn't that make you want to go for it?"
It did, and Dick had even decided earlier that day that he would tell Wally he loved him the very second he laid eyes on him again, but he'd imagined it going very differently. He'd planned on him finding Wally – swooping in and saving him from Zoom and Blue Trinity – and then holding him in his arms and telling him right then and there. He hadn't counted on Wally saving himself. It just didn't feel right to tell him right now.
"I don't believe this," Roy read the hesitation on Dick's face and let his head roll back in frustration. "Just tell him. What's the absolute worst that can happen?"
"It could ruin everything forever!" Dick blurted out like it was obvious. He valued his and Wally's friendship way too much to risk screwing it up by having him find out by overhearing Roy's big mouth give something away.
"Don't be stupid. You're acting like a drama queen," Roy sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Besides, I don't think you have anything to worry about."
Dick bristled and then frowned at him suspiciously, "How do you know?"
"Um…?" Roy pointed at how Wally was currently wrapped around Dick and actually smiling a little in his sleep, "He didn't do that when he was leaning against me. Call it an educated guess."
Dick looked down at Wally and tried to see if there was some sort of tell or not by judging how tightly his ribcage was being squeezed. He hadn't actually spent any time wondering if Wally liked him back. He'd worried about the 'or not' side of that terrifying coin but hadn't thought about trying to figure out how Wally felt about him beyond friendship.
He very tentatively curled one arm around Wally's back and placed the other on his shoulder. Wally's steady breathing hitched lightly in response, and he shifted a little, snuggling deeper into Dick's chest before going still again. Dick felt his heart skip a few beats, and he couldn't help the lightheadedness that swept over him.
Roy smirked and fixed him with an 'I told you so' look before going to retrieve his bow and quiver, "Have fun. I'm going to go check on things out there. Wally said something weird before he fell asleep, and I want to see if Captain Atom's found anything like it yet."
"Weird like how?" Dick asked curiously.
"He said he took out two hundred thousand Manhunters…" Roy frowned as he spoke, like he was considering the idea. "I want to know if he was just delirious, or if that actually happened."
"What, like hand to hand?" Dick tried to imagine Wally dispatching a whole army of Manhunters in his current condition. "There's no way."
"He did say he blew up a whole base," Roy shrugged like he didn't agree or disagree. "But, all the bases the Lanterns have found so far have been small – like only big enough for five hundred, if that. There hasn't been anything like what Wally was describing."
"Go ahead and find out," Dick said, chewing on the inside of his lip anxiously. "I'm good here. I'll stay with him till he wakes up."
"I'm sure you will," Roy grinned, walking out the door and pausing to stick his head back in one last time. "Do you want me to put a sock on the doorknob? Or a 'do not disturb' sign?"
Dick's whole face flushed hot, and he sucked in a deep breath to yell at Roy before choking it back. Right. Don't wake up Wally. Not when they were in this kind of position. He tried to control his racing heart and calm down, but it was really difficult. Especially when he really liked the feeling of Wally's body pressed against his. The proximity was making him dizzy, so he tried to focus on something else. Anything else.
It worked for the first ten minutes or so, but he kept getting pulled back by the feeling of Wally's heart beating steadily against his stomach. Dick found himself slowly dragging his fingertips across the wiry muscles on Wally's back, feeling his shoulder blades and each ridge of his spine. He felt the strong curves of Wally's arm and breathed a little easier, moving his hand to tangle in his bright hair. Wally groaned in his sleep, and Dick lifted his hands like he'd been burned. Jeez, what did he think he was doing?! He was practically feeling Wally up while he was unconscious!
Dick brought his hands up to cover his face, feeling the heat radiating through his fingers. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the pressure of Wally's weight pressing down on him. Okay, be cool about this, Grayson. Keep it together, and Wally won't have any idea you were being gross all up on him. Just keep your hands to yourself and take advantage of the moment.
He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he thought about how many times he'd imagined this very scenario since he'd accepted his feelings for Wally. Dick exhaled with a laugh and uncovered his face only to see a pair of tired green eyes staring back at him. He just about jumped out of his skin.
"Dick…?" Wally squinted to try and see him better, and Dick forced himself to unfreeze.
"H-Hey!" he stuttered, trying not to look guilty.
Wally looked down at Dick's chest in confusion, then over at where his own arms were, and back up at Dick's face again, eyes going wide with some sort of realization. He scrambled off of Dick quickly and fell back against the opposite end of the couch, his face and ears flushing red in embarrassment, "Whoa! Holy crap – where did you come from?! I thought you were Roy."
"I just got back," Dick said awkwardly. "Roy – uh…left."
"Oh…okay," Wally rubbed at the back of his neck just as uncomfortably, looking down at his lap.
They both fell into a silence that felt inherently wrong. They never had awkward silences. Dick avoided Wally's gaze and groaned when he thought about how long he'd wished to see his best friend again and all the things he'd sworn to do when they were finally reunited. None of it was happening. He was ruining it. What he needed to do was listen to Roy and just tell Wally. Right now – before some other disaster happened or they were interrupted.
Wally looked up at him as if sensing that he was getting ready to say something. His expression was curious, and his pretty green eyes were making it hard for Dick to think about anything other than spilling his guts out. Just tell him, Grayson. Do it right now.
"I…" he began, and the sound of his voice grabbed Wally's complete attention.
Tell him. You said you would.
The words caught in Dick's throat, so he took a moment to clear it. His heart started beating frantically, and all the feeling left his fingers and toes. Dick blinked rapidly to steady the dizziness he felt. He took in one shuddering breath, opened his mouth…
…and chickened out.
"I really missed you," he told him instead, already feeling disappointment and self loathing creeping in.
Coward.
Wimp.
Wuss.
Fraidy-cat.
Wally exhaled with a shaky laugh, and all the tension between them disappeared. He crawled back across the couch, and Dick met him halfway. Wally pulled Dick into a crushing embrace, locking both arms around him tightly, "I missed you too. I missed everyone."
Dick buried his nose in Wally's shoulder and inhaled his scent feverishly. He smelled a little different than usual – Dick figured it was all the disinfectant in the med bay – but just as comforting as always.
"You helped me escape."
"What?" Dick pulled back, frowning at him in confusion.
Wally averted his eyes suddenly and started picking at the worn fabric of the sweatpants he was wearing, "My dad had just finished making me feel like crap, and-"
"Your dad was there?" Dick felt a spike of alarm shoot through him.
"Yeah," Wally nodded slowly, eyes downcast. "He came to see me just before I escaped, and he brought me really low…but right as I was starting to believe him, I heard you in my head, and you snapped me out of it."
Dick's eyes widened in surprise, and he promptly forgot how to breathe, "Uh…"
"Sorry, I know that's weird," Wally scratched at his scalp uncomfortably. "Thinking about you just gave me the confidence I needed to…use my full powers, and…vibrate through…wow, yeah, I'm just gonna stop there…"
Wally's entire face had turned bright red, and he had his eyes shut tight and face screwed up like he'd just made a colossal mistake. Dick bit back the laughter fighting its way to the surface and coughed instead, "You vibrated through something?"
"I totally did!" Wally seemed to recover. "And it was awesome! Until…y'know, everything exploded, and I started coughing up blood. I think I did it wrong…really wrong. Hal said I vibrated little bits of glass and concrete right into my bloodstream."
"I think you're gonna have to work on that with your uncle and Jay," Dick grinned, watching Wally's mood swinging all over the place.
"Tell me about it," Wally nodded with a sheepish sort of sigh. Then, his whole demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. He stared at Dick with a mixture of terror and disbelief. "Jay…? I thought…I thought he was… Is he alive?! I saw him get torn to shreds!"
Dick flinched back when Wally grabbed his shoulders suddenly, "Whoa! Calm down; Jay's alive. Max, too. They're both in the med bay here."
Wally's outline blurred suddenly, and then he was halfway across the room, "Ihavetogoseethem!"
Before Dick had time to move, Wally's knees gave out, and he hit the floor with a high-pitched, startled sort of squeak.
"Okay, you're definitely not good to walk yet," Dick leapt up and pulled him back to his feet. Wally grabbed onto him for support and let Dick lead him back to the couch. He sat back down heavily, holding his head and squeezing his eyes shut tightly like he'd just gotten a massively debilitating bout of vertigo.
"I really thought they were dead," Wally gasped urgently, eyes still glued to the door.
"Look, you go to sleep for a little longer," Dick sat down beside him, watching his pale skin and the bags under his eyes worriedly. "And when you wake up, I'll make sure we go see them."
"What about Uncle Barry? Is he here yet? Hal said he was still in Central earlier."
"I have a feeling that the very second he gets to the Watchtower, he'll be on his way here," Dick half smiled at Wally. "We were working on leads to find you when you went ahead and so rudely rescued yourself. His team hasn't come back yet."
"Oh…okay," Wally looked disappointed. Dick guessed that he just really needed his mentor after everything that had happened. He slumped against the couch bonelessly and shut his eyes again, looking like the brief adrenaline from waking up had worn off.
"Hey, I wanna give you a heads up if you're going to pass out," Dick jerked his head towards the door. "They want to look through your memories while you're asleep so that you don't need to give a report later."
Wally's eyes suddenly hollowed, and Dick understood exactly what Roy had been talking about earlier. His skin went even paler, and he looked down at his hands, eyebrows drawing together tightly.
Without thinking, Dick reached out and turned Wally's face towards him, pressing their foreheads together. His green eyes flickered up in surprise, and Dick stared calmly into them, "If you don't want them to see what happened, then I won't let them anywhere near you. No one will blame you. They'll just have to wait until you're ready to tell them."
Wally looked relieved for a split second, but then his discomfort seemed to return full force and he was suddenly looking miles away.
"The League just doesn't want you to go through it all again so soon, I think."
"No, I get it…" Wally said quickly. "They uh….I'm okay with it…"
"You sure?" Dick tilted his head worriedly. "You don't look very okay with it right now."
"Well, the last two days haven't exactly been my proudest moments," Wally admitted quietly.
Dick frowned at him with a knot in his chest, "You have nothing to be ashamed about. You realize that, right? You fought your way free from one of the deadliest villains out there."
"I promise you it wasn't that impressive," Wally grumbled self-deprecatingly.
"I'm impressed," Dick said very seriously, giving Wally a crooked smile when he saw him turn a little red.
His redhead was silent for a few moments, apparently thinking hard about something. Then, a second later, Wally stretched out on the couch, resting his head on Dick's lap hesitantly, "Is it alright if I…?"
"Yes!" Dick said entirely too quickly, then he tried to play it off like it was no big deal. He tried to look around casually, but his eyes kept getting drawn back to Wally's face, which was staring up at him uncertainly. If he didn't calm down, Wally was going to move. He floundered mentally for a moment, trying to decide what to do with his hands that would feel normal. Dick placed one hand on Wally's chest and started carding the other through his red hair.
Oh, mistake! That definitely wasn't normal.
He was just about to remove both of his hands when he saw Wally's eyes slide closed and felt his body relax. Encouraged, Dick tangled his fingers more fully in Wally's hair and started massaging the scalp to help him fall asleep faster.
"Can you…do one thing for me?" Wally cracked open his eyes halfway.
"Anything," he promised.
"When they go through my memories," Wally continued, voice tinged with a little bit of dread. "Can you make sure to tell my aunt that I don't blame her – that it isn't her fault?"
"Your aunt?" Dick didn't understand. "What does she have to do with it?"
"Please?" Wally locked eyes with him, and Dick knew that whatever this was about, it was important.
He didn't ask any more questions, "I'll tell her."
"Thanks, Dick," Wally reached one hand up to his chest and intertwined his fingers with Dick's. He gave him a grateful smile and let his eyes fall shut again in sleep.
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[The Watchtower
March 25, 13:30 EST]
"Recogn-"
Barry was already at the med bay before the Watchtower's security system finished announcing his name. He found the hallway leading to the rehab wing where Hal and Iris were waiting for him and immediately pulled his wife into his arms. She was used to him appearing out of nowhere by now and didn't even look surprised.
"-sh-04, Martian Manhunter – 07, Batman – 02, Superman – 01"
Superman.
Barry glanced over his shoulder furiously, sensing something very fast approaching. He ignored it and looked back at Iris, yanking back his mask, "How is he?"
"Sleeping," she said quickly. "He's been asking for you. Robin's in there with him right now, and I just agreed to let J'onn look through his memories. I don't like it, but I can't see a better way to find out what happened to him there without making him relive it."
"We've been trying not to let him think about anything and just rest," Hal told him. Then he abruptly looked apologetic. "Barry, I'm so sorry. I told them to contact you the minute Green Arrow brought Wally topside, but I should have done it myself. I never thought they'd keep it from you."
"It wasn't their choice…" Barry said darkly, stepping back from his wife and turning around as a familiar figure in red and blue came flying around the corner. Clark landed and swiftly started walking towards him. Barry felt a white hot rage boil the blood in his veins and supercharge the air around him. Small sparks crackled along his body, and he saw Hal activate his ring and pull Iris back against the wall out of harm's way.
"Barry-" Clark began. He'd been trying to explain his decision the whole way to Belle Reve Penitentiary.
"Do not come near me right now," Barry warned him, attempting to make his voice sound calm for Iris' sake. One of the sparks jumped off his shoulder in an arc of lightning. He knew he wasn't as intimidating as Batman, but Barry was one of the few beings on the planet who could hurt the man of steel. Normally, the thought would've never crossed his mind, but right now that fact was not lost on him.
"I'm not making any excuses," Clark held up his hands peaceably, and it only made Barry angrier.
"I don't care," he ground out. "There aren't any excuses for what you did."
"It was just to keep you there until we had Blacksmith subdued," Clark continued, speaking like he was trying to talk down an angry animal. "I was worried that the knowledge would distract you, and during a fight that could've been dangerous. Or you might have taken off-"
Barry's temper flared immediately. Beside him, Hal took a step forward, "Hey now."
"I'm not some rookie hero that doesn't know how to handle themselves in a fight. I've been at this just as long as you have," Barry shot back furiously. Hal put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, but he shook it off and pushed him back. "And don't you dare try to say that I would leave you behind!"
"I didn't mean it like that!" Clark said hurriedly, wincing a little. "I just know that you love your family, and they'd be the first thing on your mind."
"I'd kill for my family," Barry said forcefully. "But that doesn't mean I'd risk my teammates' safety!"
"I couldn't take the chance-"
"What chance?!" Barry shouted, throwing his arms out wide while Clark stared at him stonily. "The only thing I needed from you was for you to have my back like I have always had yours!"
Barry worked hard to keep himself in place as lightning flashed along his body. He saw J'onn and Bruce come around the corner and registered the grim alarm on their faces when they took in the scene.
"The number of things I have looked the other way on for you is-" Clark started to raise his voice when Iris suddenly stomped up to him, waving off Hal when he tried to envelop her in protective light, and held one hand right up to his face. Clark took a step back in surprise, and his mouth snapped shut when he saw the glare she was shooting at him.
"Stop it right now! My nephew is trying his hardest to sleep in the next room," Iris pointed one shaking finger at the door to the rehab area. "If you wake him up and force him to remember Zoom torturing him, I'll have Hal drag you out into space and drop you on some planet with the biggest red sun he can find. Do you understand me?"
Barry's anger died down a little as he watched Clark wither under the force of Iris' glower. He ducked his head and said a quick 'yes, ma'am'.
"I appreciate that you had a difficult choice to make, and I thank you for thinking of my husband's safety," Iris dropped her hand, but kept her expression stern. "However, this is the last time that something like this happens. You will not pull anything like this again and keep information about my family from us."
When Clark nodded again, Iris spun around and fixed her gaze on Barry next. He prepared himself for her to scold him as well, but she just rested both hands gently on his shoulders and softened her stare. She didn't even flinch when the electricity jumping off of him in wild arcs started dancing along her own arms like she was a lightning rod. "I need you to calm down and let this go."
Barry looked at her like she was crazy, glancing over her shoulder at Clark. She wanted him to forget about his betrayal like it was nothing?! Iris took the side of his face and made him refocus his attention on her, "We're all on the same side, right? Let's put this behind us and focus on helping Wally and finding out what happened. That needs to be our priority. We don't have time to argue with each other over something that doesn't even matter anymore."
Barry's eyes darted all over Iris' face, and he tried to use the feeling of her hand on his arm as an anchor. He wasn't even close to being ready to forgive Clark, but he'd never deny his wife anything. And she was right; this wasn't the time to fight amongst themselves. He and Clark could hash things out later.
"Alright," he agreed after a long minute, taking a deep breath and letting go of the erratic energy surging through him. Iris gave him a grateful little smile and stepped back to give him some space.
"We should move quickly," Batman suggested in his deep voice. He came to stand beside Barry and gave a short nod to the door before looking at Iris. "Did you agree to let us see Kid Flash's memories?"
"Yes," she said immediately.
"I must pull the events from his mind while the memories are still fresh," J'onn told them, leading the way down the hall and pushing open the doors to the rehabilitation room. Barry zipped after him, eager to see his nephew again. He only paused to hold the door open, and when he glanced over his shoulder, he saw Hal elbow Clark in the ribs with a smirk.
"Nothing like Iris Allen to remind you that not all civilians are helpless, eh?"