deepjellies

I can't admit it to anyone. Not to Batman, and especially not to Kid Flash.But I still dream about it.Okay, that's the wrong word for it – more like a nightmare, in almost every respect. I can vividly remember the feel of how he carried me, arms tight around his neck and legs locked on either side of his waist, gripping with a certainty as he ran at a blurring speed. Everything was certain there. Even if our subconsciouses were all twisted to believe that this was reality, we didn't dare to panic. And we were now the world's only superheroes, right? I had to be strong like Batman; Kid Flash had to be as sure as the Flash. Despite the chaos...