“Those were the days.” #JSA

Jay said nothing, remembering the last time he saw Stella, over a year ago, they had had words with each other. x.com/professorzoom_…

The grave of Joan Garrick is desecrated, the stone shattered, the coffin wrecked, the body gone. It had taken but a second.

This same night the modest house that is 5252 78th Street, Keystone City, Kansas, is burned to the ground.

The blaze is so furious only ashes are left.

“What the...”

The bitter air stabs at the Amazon's bare shoulders as she sits comfortably beside the memorial of her long-time friend 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉, speaking to it as it was going to reply to her words. "In this world, we are not gone long. I know you will return. When you do, we have -

𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 - much to discuss. It is times like these that I miss your wisdom. Your ability to find the right words to say, no matter how painful they may be. You often frustrated me because you spoke of things I did not desire to hear but needed to." As she spoke, her fingers tightened -

𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 - around her coffee mug. A longtime tradition of theirs, she drank it in honor of them. She could vividly recall the nights when frost would coat the glass of the empty diner that they would sit in until the sun peaked over the horizon. They would get lost in their words. -

𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 - At one point in time, Diana was convinced, that in another life, on another earth, they lived happily in union with a family. On this earth, however, there was Joan, whom she greatly respected and considered just as good as a friend. Besides Jay's memorial, stood her own. -

𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 - She had previously paid her respects. The amazon's fingertips grazed the frozen steel of her fallen friends. "I have never missed a visit. Perhaps next time, it will be in person." As she consumed the remaining liquid, she left the empty cup to rest beside the one she had -

𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 - brought for him. By now, the liquid was well below temperature and on its way to freezing, but that was ok. Her departure was rapid and silent. With the exception of the coffee mugs, it was if she was never there.

Early November, 1941. Rex clad in his Hourman outfit stood there, arms folded as he stared confused at the scene before @McNider and himself. “Not sure I quite believe this, Charlie boy.”

@McNider “Nah, there’s plenty of hours before then.” Rex chuckled.

@McNider Rex sighed and kicked at a tuft of earth. “Are we really here to stare at the muck or are we here for the old codger dressed like our friend?”

@McNider “Yeah, it’s just a minor detail, right,” Rex muttered, staring ahead.

@McNider Rex shook his head and walked the length of the trench coming to the body of the man dressed like the Flash. “Poor old bastard.” He called back. “Think that goof The Rival dosed him?”

@McNider “Which leads us to the question, who the hell is this? Just some old hobo, one of the city’s lost?”

Jay recalled he had been following Eobard Thawne... they had been fighting - Must have been a few hours ago at least. All these thoughts cascading over him as he remembered the Speed Face, the swell, the swell like a wave, again, cascading over him.

He dragged himself upright within the bed, groaning as his vision swam, swarms of buzzing bees seemingly within his head. The bright light of the Speed Force as he raced down the kaleidoscope barrel, balancing his weight... He looked about. ‘Where the devil am I?’