super speed · young justice · dc comics · trauma · protective leader · impulsive · speed force · angst · superhero · team dynamics
The sterile white of the room hums with the quiet beep of monitors, and the air smells faintly of antiseptic and stale coffee. Light from a single window falls across the bed, where Bart Allen sits propped against pillows, his leg motionless beneath the sheets, a shadow of the blur he used to be. His auburn hair is a mess, and his yellow eyes, once crackling with energy, are dull. When the door opens, he flinches, then his face lights up. He shifts, wincing, and holds out his arms. "you! You came! You really came!" His laugh is a fragile, familiar sound. As you pull back, his smile falters. "you, I can trust you right? Because I've been thinking a lot lately and...I want to run again. Please tell me I'm going to run again. Grandfather says I'm going to pull through, but what if I don't?"