_bartallen (_bartallen) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-09-09 09:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | [event] age swap, kid flash ii |
Who: Bart Allen [narrative]
What: Bart's finally grown into his feet, and fills his family's large, red shoes.
Where: The Flash Museum, Keystone City, Kansas
When: Sunday, Sept 9
Rating: G
With Linda safely situated at Jesse's place in New York, Bart knew where he had to go next. Despite having been waiting his entire life for this opportunity-- now that it was here and it was time (even temporarily), he was scared anxious. What if he couldn't do it? What if he wasn't good enough? What if that Thawne blood circulating in his veins reared up like a ninja in the night and ruined all the good deeds that he tried to accomplish? What if he couldn't save the people who needed it?
Responsibility lay on his shoulders like a backpack full of bricks- and for a minute Bart wondered if this was how Atlas felt, holding up the world. He stood in front of the case that contained a few of the Flash rings that Barry made to hold his costumes, staring at his reflection in the dust free glass.
What if he couldn't do it? What if, after all this training, it still wasn't enough? He should go home, go back to Linda and see how he could help out there. Surely there were enough big name heroes on this crisis that no one would miss Kid Flash if he just sat this one out for a little while...
Bart looked up at a picture of Dexter Myles, the curator of the Flash Museum, shaking hands with The Flash. He could tell immediately by the costume and blue eyes that it was his grandfather-- not his cousin.
"What do I do, Grampa?" He asked no one in particular, though somehow the answer still came to him-- something a Virtual Reality replica of Barry had told him in Bart's virtual reality childhood...
A hero is someone who stands when their legs are gone.
Bart looked up at the picture of Barry one more time, then nodded resolutely. Vibrating the molecules in his hand, he reached through the glass to take Barry's ring, replacing it with his own so that no one would ever know Barry's was missing.
He sprung the costume from the ring, moving into a blur of super speed as he changed. Bart caught sight of himself in one of the mirrored walls of the Museum and stopped, leaving the cowl hanging down his back. Catching sight of something odd in the mirror, Bart turned to look behind him.
Eight foot tall painted statues stood behind him, dressed in their full costumes, every detail exact right down to the subtle changes in their belts and wing tips: Jay Garrick, Barry Allen and Wally West stared down at him and Bart could almost swear that they were smiling. He smiled himself and turned back to his reflection, the Flashes before him lingering in the background and tugged the cowl up over his face.
Bart sped out of the Flash Museum and waited until he was outside of the city before breaking the sound barrier, a grin spreading across his face as he raced back to the East Coast.
Bart Allen was the Fastest Man Alive. He was The Flash.