I loved Uncle Barry. He was my favorite human in the world.
(incidentally, J’onn’s my favorite alien, Arthur’s my favorite fish, Diana’s my favorite…clay…person?)
I could never keep up with Barry when he went full-speed. He always encouraged me, believed in me, taught me his tricks. But we both knew he’d always be faster.
When he died, it took me less than a nanosecond to realize that it was all on me. They were all gonna look to me and say “Ok. Your turn. Run fast, don’t screw up.”
I put on his suit, pulled on his boots…and proceeded to screw up in ways I never thought possible. I sucked royally. But I kept running. Got better. Then betterer. Guess I’m pretty good at being a hero now. But I’ll never be him.
I’m the fastest man alive. Barry’s been dead for years. And I STILL can’t keep up with him.
Flash (If I Wrote Flash)