theatrical_muse: What haven't you finished?
[ooc: I have... NO IDEA where this came from. First foray into the verse known as "Flash Forward". Feedback would be amazing!]
There's a lot of things he hasn't done in his life, a lot of things he regrets. And on the eve of his fortieth birthday, all that seems to come back to haunt him.
He feels alone.
All the heroes he once worked with seemed to have given up, disappeared, or just died somehow.
Victor got fried, rather literally, by a guy with electricity-induced powers.
A.C. simply descended into the sea one day, and never came back.
Dinah turned her back on the call of duty after her divorce from Oliver.
And after the murder of Lois Lane at the hands of Lex Luthor, Clark Kent, alias Superman, up and disappeared, seemingly into oblivion. He was the last.
Oliver's still around, in some ways, and he does his best, but he's not as young as he used to be.
Bart doesn't understand it. He feels like he's the last of a dying breed. The Flash, the man who rides with the lightening. He's somehow stayed the most preserved, the strongest. He doesn't know if it's because he's the youngest, or if it's because of something else. He may never know.
But he does know that he's tired of being alone, very tired of it. And there's so many things he regrets doing, the biggest of which is hiding his true feelings from Chloe Sullivan.
He never exactly flat-out told her how he felt, and even now, after all these years, he thinks of her. He hasn't seen her in at least eight years, but none of that matters. In this moment of self-realization, he realizes he wants nothing more than to find her, and finally be honest with her. And now, there's no one standing in the way. Clark is gone, and the first former Mrs. Queen said her goodbyes to his former boss over ten years ago. He's kept tabs on her well enough and long enough to know where she lives now, and that she's been living under an alias as a way to protect herself for quite some time now.
In a flash, he's outside her apartment, in that city The Batman frequents. He's surprised to see how dark and dingy the apartment looks from the outside, and wonders just how safe she is. He knows his old buddy Clark would probably question it, too. He knocks on the door, and waits for her to answer.
It takes her a long moment, but she does, finally. And she's standing there, with big, wide, questioning eyes behind a pair of little black square-framed glasses, her brightly-dyed red hair whisked up into a ponytail at the back of her head.
"Bart?" she questions, eyes narrowing.
"Yeah... Barbara now, is it?" he says, leaning into the doorway.
"Yes, sir... Barbara Gordon, at your service."
"Well, Miss Gordon, I believe we have some unfinished business. Can I come in?"
He watches as a smile curls up on her still-beautiful lips, and she nods slowly. "Absolutely, Mr. Allen."
There's a lot of things he hasn't done in his life, a lot of things he regrets. And on the eve of his fortieth birthday, all that seems to come back to haunt him.
He feels alone.
All the heroes he once worked with seemed to have given up, disappeared, or just died somehow.
Victor got fried, rather literally, by a guy with electricity-induced powers.
A.C. simply descended into the sea one day, and never came back.
Dinah turned her back on the call of duty after her divorce from Oliver.
And after the murder of Lois Lane at the hands of Lex Luthor, Clark Kent, alias Superman, up and disappeared, seemingly into oblivion. He was the last.
Oliver's still around, in some ways, and he does his best, but he's not as young as he used to be.
Bart doesn't understand it. He feels like he's the last of a dying breed. The Flash, the man who rides with the lightening. He's somehow stayed the most preserved, the strongest. He doesn't know if it's because he's the youngest, or if it's because of something else. He may never know.
But he does know that he's tired of being alone, very tired of it. And there's so many things he regrets doing, the biggest of which is hiding his true feelings from Chloe Sullivan.
He never exactly flat-out told her how he felt, and even now, after all these years, he thinks of her. He hasn't seen her in at least eight years, but none of that matters. In this moment of self-realization, he realizes he wants nothing more than to find her, and finally be honest with her. And now, there's no one standing in the way. Clark is gone, and the first former Mrs. Queen said her goodbyes to his former boss over ten years ago. He's kept tabs on her well enough and long enough to know where she lives now, and that she's been living under an alias as a way to protect herself for quite some time now.
In a flash, he's outside her apartment, in that city The Batman frequents. He's surprised to see how dark and dingy the apartment looks from the outside, and wonders just how safe she is. He knows his old buddy Clark would probably question it, too. He knocks on the door, and waits for her to answer.
It takes her a long moment, but she does, finally. And she's standing there, with big, wide, questioning eyes behind a pair of little black square-framed glasses, her brightly-dyed red hair whisked up into a ponytail at the back of her head.
"Bart?" she questions, eyes narrowing.
"Yeah... Barbara now, is it?" he says, leaning into the doorway.
"Yes, sir... Barbara Gordon, at your service."
"Well, Miss Gordon, I believe we have some unfinished business. Can I come in?"
He watches as a smile curls up on her still-beautiful lips, and she nods slowly. "Absolutely, Mr. Allen."