I stared at Batman like he had just slapped me in the face. "H-he's dead?" I didn't realize I had said the words until Batman started talking. Or at least it looked like he was. I tuned him out, staring into the grey distance. Here are Batman and I, talking in field outside of Central city as it rains. Batman is trying to tell me Uncle Barry is dead. Gone to the world. I won't listen to him. It's not true. "He can't be dead!" I shout. Or I think I did. I stumbled backwards, and land with a thud onto the damp grassy plain. Uncle Barry and I used to go here all the time. During our races. Pain overflowed my body slowly, the aching feeling of loneliness spreading finally to my heart. Barry meant everything to me.
Batman shakes my shoulders. Get up He mouths. I avoid his gaze; my eyes remain focused on the cloudy sky. The cold rainwater numbs my face, I realize now I'm crying. I'm sobbing, choking, trying to breathe. Trying to realize this is not reality. Uncle Barry isn't dead, he can't be! Batman picks me up, but my legs go weak and I sink back down to my knees. My hands grasp onto the grass, desperate to hold onto something to keep me sane. To keep me from falling. Batman's image is partially blocked by fog, he's screaming at me now. Probably telling me to snap out of it, to come out of the world depression has taken me to. I can't hear him. He's nothing more than a caped crusader mouthing words unrecognizable. I'm too dazed to pay attention. Batman gets on his knees, and grabs my hand. He must've done the same for Robin when he found him more than half a decade ago, lonely and broken. He was frowning and trying to smile, attempting to bring me back to life. I couldn't feel his hand. I couldn't feel anything.
I look at Batman as he wanders away, tapping something on his wrist. Probably communicating with the team. The team. How would my team, and the league manage without the Flash? He was always the one to brighten someone's day, heck he'd make villains smile as they were whisked away to jail. A sudden surge of energy passes through me. The next thing you know, I'm running.
I don't know where I'm going, until I'm there. Uncle Barry's apartment. Or at least what used to be his apartment. I was standing a foot away from nothing more than a pile of ashes. Black ashes, soggy and damp from the rain. The scent of charcoal lingered in the air. Police tape wrapped around the scene for safety precaution, a police car parked down the street in case someone stole any evidence. Hot tears slid down my face. A hand touched my shoulder. I turned to see a young male police officer, frowning and staring into my eyes.
"Are you a relative young man? ….young man?" he asks. I say nothing. My red hair and green eyes should've given it away. I shove his hand away, and look to the ground. Watching my own tears fall. I don't need anyone prying. This is my life they're messing with. The officer moves into my sight. "About last night, I think you should at least know this wasn't his fault…" He died last night. And of course it wasn't. Uncle Barry never messes up. I clenched my fists. "…someone had killed him." That's when I lost it. I cussed like there was no tomorrow, kicking items, and yelling at random people who would ask If I was okay. I ran as far as I could, never stopping, never looking back. I didn't care if civilians saw my power. Who cares? What's to care about now?
I slumped onto a park bench, wiping my tears and staring at my phone like it was a message from an alien. Uncle Barry told me he would text me this morning, text me about our plans for today and for tomorrow. Aunt Isis was in Canada on business for the weekend. Uncle Barry wanted to have an all guys weekend. A weekend he would never get to have.
NEW MESSAGE: Hey Wally, having fun with Barry?
The dreading words continued to blink on the bright screen. She didn't know. She didn't know her own husband was KILLED in his sleep. A new sensation overcame me. I didn't know what the hell to do. I looked down at my sneakers. I was muddy, damp, soaking wet, and cold. The damn rain made everything worse. My phone rang, as I slid off the bench and onto the soft grass. I had speed dialed someone by accident. I closed my eyes and held the blackberry closer to my face.
"Hello?" Dick's voice asked. I didn't say anything. "Wally, speak to me. What's wrong?" he pleaded. I started sobbing. "Wally…..I'm going to find you. Hang in there buddy, I-I'm coming." He pressed a few buttons in the background, and starting speaking commands to his technologic equipment. "DESTINATION SEARCH FOR, KIDFLASH B-03."
I lay on the cool wet grass, staring into the sky. Dick lay a few feet away, watching the gloomy clouds drift by. I don't know why we do this, but it's calmimg. We've been doing this ever since Dick first arrived minutes ago. He breaks the silence that had settled between us.
"Wally....what's going on? Why won't you speak?" he asked me. I wish I could tell him everything. Tell him that I'm afraid to speak because I know I'm going to cry. I don't want to look like a fool infront of Dick. "WALLY what is going on?"
I sat up, and put my head in my hands. My eyes fought back hot tears.
"Dead. He's dead. DEAD as FREAKING doornail Dick. Are you happy now?" I didn't mean to snap at him, but lately I haven't been in much control of my emotions.Dick also sat up.
"Who?" He asks, pulling off his shades. He looks very concerned.
Tears started rolling down my cheeks, as I tried and tried to tell him through my many chokes and stutters. Dick wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me tight.
"Shh it's okay. I have somewhat of an idea of what you're going through. It's like when I lost my parents..." Dick tells me. He pulls away, and puts his shades back on; almost as if he can wipe away his past by putting on the dark glasses. I totally lose it right there. I can't keep dwelling on the past. But I swear whoever killed my Uncle is going to get it. What goes around comes around, so get with the program.