Wally West sat on his bunk staring at the wall, wondering if there was anything that could have been different, if anything had changed fourteen years ago, anything that could have stopped the reach from dominating the world.
"Nothing, nothing could have changed this, they found out Artemis weeks before the summit, it was a trap." Wally said to himself, he already knew that, he's known it for years. He just wants hope, since his murdered leg didn't have any, maybe Dick and the others could.
"You okay?" Dick Grayson asked, standing on the ladder to Wally's bunk. He was older than he used to be, naturally, he went from the eighteen year old Nightwing, to a thirty two version of himself, they grew up. All of them, Wally, Dick, Terry, Lian, all of them, all older. To bad Terry and Lian had to grow up in this post apocalyptic world, why them, Wally would have rathered it had been him whose parents died in the onslaught, not Terry. He would it have been him to have his dad impaled in front of his eyes, not Lian.
"No." Wally said bluntly, Dick already knew that was the answer Wally would give, he just had to ask. His best friend needed hope, hope that he could walk again, hope that he could beat the reach for what they have done to Earth, to Bruce, to Barry, to Bart, to Artemis, to Kaldur, and to Tim and everyone else.
"What they kids bring back from patrol?" Wally asked. Dick ran a hand through his hair.
"Not much, just a few cans of beans, corn, and other non perishables." Dick said, Wally groaned, "Oh and an old Uno game set." Wally rolled his eyes, who cares Uno anymore?
"So nothing useful?" Wally asked, rather rhetorically. Dick forced a laugh.
"Nope." Dick said, his face becoming stern again. The pair could hear Lian and Terry arguing over how to play Uno, neither of them even knew what it was till Dick told them that it was a game.
Lian was done fighting with Terry over the dumbest game on the planet. She was done sitting around, waiting for hope to appear out of nowhere. Wally's leg will never get better, Terry is barley even Robin, she's barley even Speedy. She was done with all of it, she needed to fight, kill the Reach's rule over planet Earth, to assemble a team of metahumans that haven't been captured yet, tortured yet, killed yet.
She wandered into the grotto, where they honoured all who died in the past fourteen years, in her whole lifetime.
"Barry Allen, Diana Prince, Kaldur'am, Tim Drake, Cassandra Sandsmark, Bartholomew Allen, Jaime Reyes, Guy Gardener, Hal Jordan, Alan Scott, Jay Garrick, Jason Todd, Red Tornado, Dawn and Don Allen, Wallace West, Iris West, Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Connor Kent, Kara Danvers, Miguel Barragan, Raven Roth, Koriand'r, Roy Harper." She listed off multiple names, tearing up at the last one, she kept going.
"Artemis Crock, Oliver Queen, Laurel-Dinah Lance, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Garfield Logan, Meg'an Mor'z, Jo'n Jonz, John Stewart, Kyle Rayner, Terra Markov, Arthur Curry, Garth, Queen Mera, Rose Wilson, Joseph Willson, Zatanna Zarte." She stopped she couldn't keep going, all of them, all of them died, defending Earth, too bad they failed. Not even Superman could have stopped this. Lian collapsed on the floor crying, not because she was sad, but because the ones that stood a chance were all dead.
"I'm not you dad, I'm sorry, I'm a disappointment." She said hugging her father's suit.
Hey I know this is a mediocre first chapter, but I need more OCs, in fact I need characters to be broken out of REACH captivity, this is big project guys. So plaese keep sending OCs in, you have a limit of five, and remember this WILL NOT be first come first serve, so take your time, think these characters out.
Anyways, thank you for starting this journey with me! I'm really exited to see where this story goes.