YJ chap 2 Revelation part 1: Bart comes back!

“Sir, we have managed to stabilise subject zero-1”.
“So the restoration was a complete success?”.
“Yes sir, metabolism is efficient and heart rate is stable”.
“I see……”
“Sir?”.
“Nothing…..just continue monitoring him, and tell Maverick to prepare the surgical equipment”.
“I don’t understand sir?”.
“You don’t need to understand egg head, just do as you are told”.
“…………Yes sir”.

Darkness was the only thing he had now, the last thing he remembered was a sharp and confusing pain coming from his chest and then darkness, nothing but the bleak null embrace of the eternal shadow to accompany him to eternity, a comatose state that he would never awake. But for some reason it did not bother him, his last passing thoughts were being able to see his family again, seeing his mothers smile, his fathers face and his brothers kind and warm nature. But still he was at peace here, he had found piece in silence and darkness. Is this what heaven is?, he wondered to himself.

He would often think about what he could have done differently, what he could have changed in his short life. Such questions made him feel a deep and wrenching sense regret, but that did not bother him. It kept him mind from floating into a complete void and in some instances in provided a little entertainment when he was bored, what else was there to do in this dull, bleak and pointless existence he had come to call home.

He often would wonder about if people would even miss him…if even any would shed a occasional tear in his permanent absence. why should they? he thought to himself, I was just an anchor to them, probably the only use I had was comic relief. Perhaps they never thought about him, perhaps even when he was dying they were cheering in their psyche ushering him to go, perhaps they all hated him. That’s it, they all hate me….I will never be missed by anyone.

Never be missed

Never be missed

Forever alone.

Never be missed.

The more he thought about it, the more he became contempt to let go, perhaps its for be best?. The more he thought the more the prospect of fading away became more inviting.

Yeah perhaps it’s for be best that I go……….

The best.

The best

The best

The best………………………………...goodbye-

He suddenly found himself being pulled away from the darkness, something had grabbed him and was now pulling him towards a distant light. As he got closer he could feel the pain in his chest slowly returning, so much so he started to clutch it tightly. where is this light taking me he thought.

The light had gotten to the point of being blinding now, and it kept getting brighter and brighter
As quickly as it came the light had not gone, it had now dissipated into another dark void. But this one was different than the one he had been previously. So much so it felt like he was asleep, but his senses were still alert.
In the far distance he could hear what sounded like a lake running close by him, he held out his hand and was surprised to feel the cool, cold kiss of water running through his fingers and  the sensation he did not expect in such a dull place. He then felt the low and humble blow of the wind as it sailed majestically through some tress, but taking care not to drown out the beautiful and merry sound of birdsong.

Is this paradise?, utopia? Or something more……..

He then reached into lake blindly and threw a handful on his face, expecting to be able to feel the cool refreshing sensation. But this was not the case and he found himself waking up somewhere different.

The first thing he was more darkness, before it evolved into a blurry backdrop of an assortment of browns, greys and whites. He blinked several times in an attempt to clear his vision, and much to his luck it did. He found himself looking straight up at the ceiling unable to move, or even talk. He could only move his eyes.

From what he could see in his present state of immobility it looked like he was in some sort bedroom, the ceiling was coloured with a pale cream. He could see the tops of the wall paper which was a pattern of different coloured flowers. In the centre of the ceiling he was what looked like a crystal chandelier with gold accents all over its frame.

Mustering enough strength to move his head a little he was able to see that he was lying down on a large king sized bed, but the only thing on here was a pillow which his head was resting on. He then looked down to see that the top half of his costume had been completely stripped away, then only thing that remained if his garb were his armoured leggings and boots. He then remembered that sharp pain in his chest and looked down at the place where it had originated from and he found that there was a large bandage wrapped around his chest, he placed his hand on the wound and hissed through his teeth as a sharp and unbearable pain ran straight through his body.

After the pain had subsided the sound of the wind, birdsong and the river creped back into his ears once again, but this time they came from a nearby window. He tilted his head in the direction of the window to find there was sunshine coming through the glass but it was so blinding that he could not see out of the other side. Bracing for a lot of grief and pain, he attempted to get out of the bed.  

As he steadily rose out of the bed, he found that there was no pain coming from his chest anymore.  This is good.. I don’t have to worry about-. He had become too confident and had gotten up out of the bed to quickly and as a result the pain had come roaring back with a vengeance. He clutched his chest tightly, but was determined to not let the pain keep him down, he slowly rose out of the bed and got to his feet.

As he stood there for a couple of seconds, he wondered why he felt as light as a cloud. And then it dawned on him that he must have been drugged  with something. But before he could cogitate anymore his knees collapsed on him and he started to fall forward, but he managed to stop himself from going all the way by grabbing onto the back of a chair, putting him a half knelt down position.

As he got to his feet once again he noticed that the chair belonged to a next to the bed that he had been previously lying on, he limped over to see that the desk had the colouration of a dark almost chocolaty brown with a matt finish. It had two draws on either side with golden handles. It stood on four legs looked like they had been individually carved with the greatest precision and care. He then looked at the top of the desk to find several interesting objects sitting upon it. These objects included a pot with several pens and pencils in it with an old lamp sitting next to it. Here where several pieces blank pieces of paper in the centre of the desk with a further three pencils lying next to them ready for someone to start writing.

He turned his attention to a mirror placed elaborately over the desk to find his reflection in it


Memories started to flood back into his mind as he Bart stared at his reflection through the mirror. He took a few paces back in disbelief at what he was seeing. He could not believe what he saw at first, but then it slowly started to sink in on him that he must have been asleep for a very long time. As he looked at himself the noticed that he had gotten considerably taller, and he had a more toned body now. His  face had become more defined destroying all recognition that he was a kid.

His hair style had changed too, instead of being in long locks which he considered to be his  little trademark. His hair was now extremely shorter, sporting a spiked up fringe at the front with a three little locks of hair protruding down. “Looks good” Bart complemented.

He then turned his attention too the window again, the sound of paradise was still coming through the it. Enticed Bart limped over to the widow, he grabbed the windows handles and pushed. Expecting to be greeted with the warmth of the sun, Bart was horrified to be blasted in the face by a large artic wind.

Bart clutched his arms tight and started to rub them furiously as he looked out at the view from the now open window. He limped over and put his hand on the windowsill, Bart looked out to see that he was not in paradise but the complete opposite. He was surrounded by large protruding  snow topped mountains that  stood like gods proudly overlooking the world which they had created. Bart looked down to see the bottom of the mountains were covered in a thick bed of fog completely covering the ground below. Bart stared at the sheer drop and gulped.  

He backed away from the window nervously and was surprised to still hear the sound of paradise, but as he looked around for the source of the noise, he was horrified to find that the sound was coming from speakers hidden around the windowsill. He gave out a slight sigh as he walked back over to the bed and sat down. “Looks like I am stuck here” Bart lamented. He fell back into the bed and lay there for a while.

As time took its course Bart eventually succumbed to the gradual advance of fatigue and dozed of into a peaceful dream. He dreamt about his Mom, Dad and brother, and about his friends and family back in the 21st century. He wondered if he would even be able see them again due to now he was trapped goodness knows where. But then he found his dream started to take another form.

From what was a peaceful landscape where he and his family were playing together was now glowing in a crimson radiance as fire surrounded him.

The world will we set alight as the white flash stands proudly idle among the rotting corpses of you family and friends. This is the fate of your world Bart Allen.

Bart looked around frantically for any origin of the voice, but all he could seem to see for miles were flames after flames. “Who is that?” he asked hoping someone would answer.

I am nothing…..I am something, I can be you or someone else, I can be a man, I can be a woman, I can be light but I can also be darkness.

Bart frowned, “so you are some sort of ghost?” he asked holding his hands out.

I could be a ghost, I could be a spirit, but I could also be neither.

Bart looked down and folded his arms, he tried to think what the voice was saying He can be everything he thought to himself. Bart’s eyes then widened with understanding, “You are fate” he stated.

The voice chuckled slightly confirming that Bart’s assumption was indeed right. He looked around at the flames again and said, “So this is what happened when White Flash invaded” he said to himself.

No. The voice said coldly.
Bart raised an eyebrow, “I don’t understand?” he said innocently.

This is what will happen eleven years from now.

Bart’s body stiffened at what the voice said, but the invasion that killed his family was not for a very long time, so how could the world be destroyed before it was  destroyed in the future. Bart then realised that White Flash must have found a way to negate the effects of a paradox somehow, this way he could invade the world multiple times and not chained the time itself. But again how could of White Flash built such a thing. Bart’s thoughts were abruptly snuffed as the voice started to speak once again.

You are the only one who can stop what he will set in motion. The voice whispered.

“But how do I do that?” Bart asked.

You must become White Flashes equal and defeat him at the orange lake.

Bart did not seem to understand what the voice meant by His equal. But his answer would be answered from what the voice next and lastly said.

You must go back to the future and confront your past, you must come to terms with yourself and resolve you doubts. Then and only then will you become who you were born to be.  

Bart shook his head, “What must I become?” he asked as his tone became more desperate.

The voice was still and silent for a little while before it said it’s last four words.

The next white flash.

Bart jolted out of his bead instantly to find a familiar face poking through the window. It was HRX.1. It tilted his head in recognition of Bart who responded to tilt his head too.

“Are you ok, master?” HRX.1 asked with a worried tone which was a little odd for a robot, but this didn’t seem to bother Bart in the slightest, he simply nodded his head in reply.

“So the surgery was a success” the robot bird chirped.

Bart raised an eyebrow in question as he felt something pricking in his arm, he looked down to see that he was connected to a drip of some kind. He fell out of his bed in shock, causing HRX.1 to poke his head in further to see if his master was ok.

Bart lay on the floor in a daze and looked up at the ceiling again he then blinked and looked turned his head to look at his robotic friend. “Have you gotten smaller?” he asked.

HRX.1 nodded, “After I was damaged, they brought me back here and made a few adjustment to my design. Like the smaller chasse you see before you “ the bird boasted.

“I see they also gave you emotions” Bart said sarcastically getting up and tearing out the wire that connected him to the drip.

The robotic bird scowled at the young speedster, “I will have you know I have emotions all this time, I just not have the processing power to use all of them, like anger. WHICH I AM DISPLAYING RIGHT NOW!”.

Bart held out his hand apologetically, “Sorry, sorry. Seems like I have pushed a button”.

HRX.1’s eyes narrowed at Bart, “Pushing my buttons?”.

Bart gulped as he retracted into himself even more, “No when I mean pushing you buttons I mean making you angry”. He rubbed the back of his head nervously waiting for what he hoped would be a positive response from the robot.

HRX.1 sighed, “I see that after three years of being in a coma, you have not lost you touch”.

Bart stop rubbing his head and paused, he could not believe what HRX.1 had just said. “are you trying to tell me that I have been dead for three years!?” Bart wailed and he flapped his arms around in desperation.

HRX.1 arched his head back nervously as Bart was now racing around the room in a state, this left the robot no choice but to fully come into the room and subjugate the boy himself. He grabbed Bart with his wing and placed him on the bed. Bart looked in astonishment at how HRX.1 was indeed smaller compared to the last time he saw him back in India. He was big enough for Bart to ride him bareback .

HRX.1 sat down in front of Bart and began to explain what had happened, “when you were killed by White Flash back in the past,  they brought your body Back to this facility to revive you with stolen technology from am ancient lien race. Unfortunately during the revival process you slipped into a coma and became a vegetable for the next three years”.

Bart blinked and looked around his body, what HRX.1 had said had explained the changes in his body. He looked up at the robotic bird, “So if it has been three years, then that makes me seventeen years old” Bart beamed.

The robotic bird nodded its head in response, “eighteen in three months time” it stated.

Bart jumped out of his bed and walked over to HRX.1, “Are you programmed to protect me?” he asked his friend.

“No, they just bribe me with gold” the robot bird stated.

“Ill let you eat Eldorado. ” Bart smirked.

HRX.1 looked away for a second before looking back, “The whole city?”

“The whole city” Bart smiled.

HRX.1 looked away to think about what he wanted to do, he could stay here and get fed small portions of gold by people who did not care about him. Or he could eat all the gold he wanted by somebody who cared about him. He thought for a little longer before he made his final decision, which caught Bart by surprise.

“Yes” HRX.1 said.

Bart clapped his hands together, he then turned to the door and patted his new companion on the wing. “HRX.1 use solar beam!” he shouted pointing at the door. The robot bird frowned at him, “You watch too much Pokemon” he groaned.

Bart crossed his arms, “Well do something” he said.

HRX.1 bowed his head in embarrassment for being compared to a Pokemon, and then proceeded to walk over to the door and head butt it. “You first master” he said gesturing his wing to the now door less doorframe. Bart smiled as he walked out of the room followed by HRX.1.

Back in the past, Dean was fairing worse than Bart as he could not seem to make heads or tails of the time machine they had used to get here from their time. Willy and Wally stood over him and both gave out a hopeless sigh. “You are as helpful as a spanner” Willy said lightly smacking Dean over the head.

Superboy, Robin, Atremis and Beastboy looked on as the three speedsters tended to the time machine, “At this rate we will never be able to save Bart” Beastboy whispered. Artemis placed her hand on the green boys head, “We will find him, we owe him for finding Wally” she said, but she did have to admit that perhaps this time machine was a little out of her boyfriends league.

“Boys” a voice tutted as two figures walked into the room. The other heroes looked around to see two other people standing, Willy smiled at one of them. Wally and Dean poked their head from behind the time machine, both their faces were covered in oil from tinkering with the machines gears. “Well look who it is?” Dean said dropping the spanner on Wally’s foot who gave  a little whimper in response.

“Dave, Wendy” Willy smiled. Wally stopped rubbing his foot and looked at Willy for answers “who are these two?” he asked. Willy turned around and smiled, “This is my uncle David Allen and Wendy West” he said gesturing to the red haired woman and man standing in front of him.

Wally went a little wide eyed, “You mean she is my daughter?” he asked with a slight smile on his face. Willy rubbed the back of his head, “no, she is your niece” replied. Wally looked blankly at him, “but I am an only child” he stated.

Willy, Dave and Wendy looked at each other before looking back, “spoilers” they all said in unison. “This is my uncle from Bart timeline so technically he is not my uncle yet………..” Willy scrambled as he tried to change the subject. Dean realised that he was having trouble so he decided to repeat what he had done earlier and drop another tool on Wally’s foot. This time he opted for the ratchet. He knocked it of its resting place on the side of the time machine and flung it straight into Wally’s knee. Wally cursed to high hope as he fell to the floor clutching his knee. “Language in front of beast boy!” Robin screamed.

Willy gave a thumbs up to Dean for the save and turned to his uncle who is not his uncle, “What’s up” he asked. Wendy walked over to help her uncle who may not be her uncle because no one really knows yet because it is too early in the story. Dave folded his arms, “It needs a power source” he said coldly. Willy looked blankly as his uncle who is not his uncle, looked back at the time machine and then back to his uncle who is not his uncle again. “You mean the time machine?” he asked pointing a thumb in the direction of the time machine,  Dave nodded in response.

Dean ran over with a box in his hands, he held it up to Dave who nodded. Dean then proceeded to smile and run pasts a still cursing Wally jumping over him as he tried to make a malicious grab for his ankle whi;e spitting out more words that I shall not even consider to write down.

Willy was confused and became even more confused as Dean took out the contents of the box which was revealed to be a bright glowing blue ball. Wally suddenly emerged from his feeble position, gabbed the ball of Dean and began inspecting it closely. Dean scowled as he tried to get it back of Wally but what stopped by Wendy who ordered him to continue working on the time machine. Dean grumped as he picked up his spanner.

Willy shook his head in embarrassment, “I will never understand why you did not want to be in charge” he looked back at Dave who was smiling at Wally. Willy looked in the direction and smiled too, “It’s good to know that he will live to have a long life know” he chuckled as he folded his arms. Dave put his hand on Willy’s shoulder, “We have your father to thank for that” he smiled.

Back in the future Bart had been walking through the endless halls for hours on end trying to find a way out, but in the sixth hour he decided that he had had enough and sat down near a cross road of corridors

HRX.1 sat beside him and looked down, “I am sorry that I have been no help in getting out of here” he apologised. Bart looked up and smiled at his friend, “Hey we all human” he said as he got up and started walking again. HRX.1 stayed sat down for a second, surprised at what Bart had just said. “He called me human” he whispered in amazement.

“Hey Raptor, come on!” Bart called from across the other side of the far right corridor.  The robotic bird got up and ran to join Bart, as he reached him he realised something. “You called me Raptor? Why?” he asked. Bart had his hands behind his head, “That’s your name now” he said walking off.

Raptor stared into space for a second before snapping back into reality, he ran after his master once again who was now half way down the corridor.

Dean stretched as he go up from finishing with the time machine, “That should do it Willy”. Willy nodded, “Wendy is the power source in place” Wendy gave a thumbs up from inside the cockpit with Wally. Willy looked at Dave who nodded in agreement.

“Ok we have no time to waste. Everyone into the time machine now” Willy ordered.

Artemis, Beastboy, Superboy and Robin were the first to climb into the cockpit of the time machine with Wally and Wendy. Dean and Dave were the next to enter followed by Willy and someone else. Before Willy could close the cockpit he saw two familiar faces blur into the room, the blurs took the form of the Barry Allen in his Flash costume and Jay Garrick who did not have time to change so came in some military garb instead. Jay put his hands on his knees so he could catch his breath, “Don’t count us out” he panted. Willy smiled as he let the two extra members into the cockpit as well.

Willy locked the door and looked behind him, due to the time machine being not the biggest in history everyone was a little cramped except for Beastboy who got pride of place of Superboy’s lap. Willy cleared his throat as he began to explain the details of the mission. “Ok, our mission is to infiltrate Ork Heilaga Vopn, save Bart and kick any bad guys in the but who stand in out way” Willy said. There was a light cheer in the time machine as Willy activated it, and with a flash of light and a low rumble they were gone.

“Another dead end!” Bart screamed as he and Raptor met the tenth dead end to date. Raptor looked down at Bart and sighed “maybe we should give up” he suggested. Bart frowned at him, “What did I tell you?” he asked. Raptor stiffened and remembered what he had been told, “Giving up is for White Flash” he stated. Bart nodded as he heard something rumbling from behind him.

Raptor looked around to see that some sort of capsule had materialised behind them, there was smoke coming from the cockpit and bellowed when it was flung open. Raptor and Bart looked on nervously as a group of figures stepped out one by one, their who bodies covered in the smoke that was coming from inside the machine.

“Hello?” Bart asked.

Suddenly there was a loud chasp from behind the smoke as Wally jumped through it and collided with Bart. “Your alive!” he screamed as he hugged Bart on the ground. “Nice to see you too cus” Bart said from Wally’s chest. Wally let go and looked up to see Raptor standing over them both, “Who is this?” he asked.

Bart took a moment to catch his breath before he could answer his cousins question, “This is Raptor” he said gesturing to the large robot bird with his left arm. “Isn’t that the robot a destroyed back in India?” Robin asked as he and the others immerged from the smoke.

Raptor looked Robin and scowled back “You are the one!” he snarled.

“Raptor, let it go mate” Bart said putting a hand on the robots head.


“Look who it is, my little brother” a voice said.

Bart span around to see Dave standing in front of him with his arms stretched out ready for a hug. Bart stared at his brother for a second, Dave could see he was already starting to well up. Bart gave a teary smile as he ran into his brothers arms. “I missed you” Bart choked as he hugged his brother tightly. “I missed you too Bart” choked Dave as he hugged Bart back.

Barry and Jay looked at each other and smiled.

In the next five minutes Bart would find himself hugged by everyone, excluding Wally who hugged him several times before Bart had to punch him off him and Atremis who slapped him in the face for worrying her and then hugging him.  

Bart smiled and rubbed his face, “so you did miss me” he sniffed.

Artemis slapped him again, “of course we did” she stated.

Bart rubbed his face again, “thanks guys for coming for me”.

“How did you survive?” Beastboy asked, “and why do you look older”.

Bart scratched his head for an answer and looked at Raptor for support, “I’ll handle this” Raptor said gearing up for the a lecture. He spent the next quarter or a hour telling the group about what had happen and at the end Artemis slapped Bart again, “How dare you age three years without telling us!” she screamed.

“He was in a coma” Raptor added.

Artemis then slapped Bart for the fourth time in a row, “How dare you go into a coma, you have me worried sick!”. Wally patted Artemis on the shoulder and told her to go and calm down, after she went storming down the hallway with Raptor for company. Wally was able to have a word with his cousin.

“Three years is a long time, you look more like me now” Wally commented. Bart smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “Runs in the family I guess” he chuckled. Suddenly their conversation was interrupted as Artemis and Raptor raced past them from the hallway they had just gone down, they were rambling on about Flash Drones.

Hot on their heels were several Flash Drones lead by another Flash Drone with Red eyes. They all stopped just short of the group. The red eyed Flash Drone gasped as he looked at Bart, “How did you escape!?” he screamed in question. Bart smiled and crossed his arms. The red eyed Flash Drone growled as he signalled the other Flash Drones behind him, they all brandished what looked like guns and pointed them at Bart.

“EXTERMINATE!!!” the red eyed Flash Drone screamed.

The Flash Drones let out a hail fire on Bart, but as the others retreated Bart stood his ground with his arms still folded. The Red eyed Flash Drone squinted at the red and yellow speedster,  “What are you doing?” he asked. Bart just smiled.

Suddenly Bart disappeared into thin air as one of the bullets nearly hit him.

“Where did he go?”  Flash Drone asked still peppering thin air.


“I have no idea” the red eyed Flash Drone replied, but he soon found out where Bart had gone as he was now being socked in the face by him. The other Flash Drones looked in horror as their commander fell to the ground unconscious. Bart stood over the Flash Drones body and he cracked his neck. “Who is next?” he taunted.

The group of back flashes looked at the smirking speedster, just when one of then ran towards him. Bart grabbed said Flash Drone and threw him out of the window of the corridor. “I will not say it again” he snickered.

“Run for your lives!” a Flash Drone screamed and with that they all sped out of Bart’s sight, leaving their guns clattering on the floor. Bart laughed out loud triumphantly, “You’d better run” he smirked.

The others emerged from their hiding place and all blinked at Bart, for such a young speedster he did not slack around when it came to dealing with Flash Drones.

“Cool!” Beastboy beamed as he ran towards Bart.

Bart turned his head and smiled in the green teenagers direction.

“Bart?” Robin asked.

“Yeah dude?”.

“Back at the base, you told me about we would have to wait for something?”.

Bart held his arms outstretched, “Look around you” he beamed.

Robin did indeed look around his surroundings and realised what Bart has meant back at the base when they had the talk. He has asked him about what had happened when he was separated from Dave, and they were in the place that Bart has been taken to.  

“Let’s go for a walk” Bart said as he walked off.