They broke up once. Just for a hot second, and it was over something ridiculous like whose couch was going in their newly-mutual apartment or whether or not those threadbare curtains that came with the place could be salvaged.

It was actually an afternoon; Wally had stormed out for a walk (which, really, he had gone all the way to Toronto and back in the space of time it would take anyone else to go around the block) and had returned with a thousand apologies and a puppy. So, you know. Silver linings and all that.

In the space of those few hours, he had felt Artemis' absence like a black hole, drawing all light and sound and warmth until he felt his very soul start to get sucked away. That afternoon felt like eternity, in the worst way, and he had promised himself that he would never put himself through that again.

Well, the Speedforce put a whole 'nother spin on the concept of eternity, he could tell you that much, and that black hole kept growing all the while.

Sound assaulted him first: the beeping of the myriad of monitors they no doubt had him hooked up to, the constant, nearly inaudible rumble of space station function and maintenance, and–

"Great Hera, look at him! He's practically skin and bones! How long was he in there?"

"Hard to say, really. The 'Force was sustaining him in a way I can't really explain. Like he was part of it? But it was still feeding off him. Me. Other Me. Oh, this'll be confusing, I just know it."

"The Flash's rudimentary explanation is correct, to an extent. We have him on fluids, which should stabilize his vitals, but the persistent stress upon his body, as well as the shock of interdimensional travel, is not insignificant. We should closely monitor this 'Kid Flash' for any alarming changes in his condition."

"That's a lot of words to say, 'Let's keep an eye on the kid,' J'onn."

–superheroes loudly discussing him over his unconscious body.

Wally groaned, his eyelids feeling like they had been sealed together with cement. "Mmm not… a kid…" his lips, for that matter, honestly didn't even feel connected to his face, almost like that time he got his wisdom teeth out. (Not that he remembered the event firsthand… Barry had videoed the whole ride home. For posterity.)

"Well, there! Welcome back to the world of the living. Or, well, one of them, I guess."

"That greeting might be a bit preemptive, Clark. He hasn't even opened his eyes, yet."

"Can we get you anything? Can you eat?" Hawkwoman's voice changed direction, and Wally could tell without looking that her next question wasn't for him to answer. "Should he eat?"

"As soon as he is able," Martian Manhunter's even tone washed over him. "He needs significantly more than just the nutrients we are supplying intravenously."

"So, what'll it be, Kid? A burger? Some fried chicken? Milkshake?"

"I though he just protested that name?"

"Erryting."

"All of that?"

"No. All the food." A chorus of chuckles prompter him to renew his efforts to fully wake up, and, eventually, he managed to pry his eyes open.

"I guess he really must be you, Wally, with an appetite like that!"

"Hey! Stop bullying us! We've been through a lot!"

Wally winced at the bright lights, their glare seemingly amplified by the bright white walls and ceiling. Watchtower infirmary, then. "Turn off the Sun, jeez."

"Apologies," the Martian replied, and the room darkened immediately. "I should have anticipated a sensitivity."

"It's all cool," he muttered, still feeling a bit drugged. Or maybe drunk? His metabolism burned off most substances so fast, it was hard for him to find a likeness to what he was experiencing. "You got me on somethin'?"

"Just a painkiller. Be glad you can't feel all your muscles, right now."

"Bet I'm shredded."

"Yeah, bud, maybe a little too literally. You're gonna be tender for a while."

Wally groggily moved his head to squint at the IV stand. C17H19NO3. Morphine. "Ahhhh, yes. The good shit."

"Oh, we don't skimp on that here, don't you worry."

He finally tuned in to his audience, all of whom crowded around his bed. The Flash – himself, this timeline's Wally West – waved cheerily and was joined in his good nature by John Stewart, in uniform, and Shayera, without. Clark Kent and Diana both hovered worriedly, while the Bats lurked behind, looking as though he wanted nothing more than to interrogate this very fragile doppelganger of his teammate. J'onn, as always, stood impossibly neutral.

"Wow, I really got a full turnout." He could feel the morphine doing its job, trying to pull him under once more. "Sorry I'm not… much by way of—" he yawned, his neck muscles aching with the stretching of his jaw– "entertainment, at the moment."

"We'll take a raincheck," Diana assured him. "Sleep, and heal."

"I'm not gonna argue with you there," he muttered and surrendered to the waves of exhaustion washing over and pulling him under.

How was she? She must've started her fall semester already. Was she spending time with their friends? With Brucely? With his parents? His mom and dad had always embraced her as part of the family, and Barry and Aunt Iris had been nothing but supportive since their departure from herodom. She had her League family too – the Arrows, and the team.

He wondered if it was selfish to hope that she missed him, because he felt his longing for her thrum in every aching bone in his body.

Wally tapped his fingers restlessly against the metal frame of the wheelchair, more than a little irritated to be confined to it for the time being. After all his time in the Speedforce, he was literally all skin and bones – whipcord muscle stretched taught under his skin, but he was so much weaker than he would ever admit. The Speedforce still pulled at him, still sung in his veins, but he didn't think his legs could hold him up a moment longer.

J'onn agreed.

"You are to remain in the wheelchair until I am satisfied with your caloric intake and subsequent physical therapy."

Buzzkill in any universe, apparently.

And he was. In another universe, that is.

He gazed down at the Earth from his place on the observation deck. From here, he could almost pretend it was his own, but even a quick glance around the room dismissed the thought. This Justice League had expanded crazy quickly, and everywhere he looked masked faces and bright costumes stared back.

His own uniform barely survived re-entry, according to J'onn, when he had asked. Not that he minded too much – the thought alone of the skin-tight bodysuit made his skin burn. He was quite satisfied with the downy-soft sweats that had quickly replaced his hospital gown. "Overstimulation" was the Martian's only explanation.

He slurped his protein shake.

"Hey, there!" Wally glanced down the hallway. This Universe Him (which was still going to take some getting used to) trotted amiably down the deck, giving a quick wave to some other Leaguers in greeting. A tablet was tucked under his arm, seemingly forgotten in favor of his alternate self. "How's convalescence going?"

"Honestly? I almost never want to stand again. I don't know how, but this wheelchair is legit, man. It has a built-in back massager."

"Only the best for our honored trans-dimensional guests. You got time? Some of us have a few questions if you're up to it."

Wally shrugged, and, when Other Him started walking again, he had his wheelchair roll alongside him.

They nodded as a couple of Lanterns walked past. One stared a bit too long.

"Is it a problem? Being maskless, I mean." He winced.

"Nah, we all kinda passively know who everyone is. Except Bats, you know, to anyone outside the Founders. I think they're just getting used to seeing double," the Flash snickered. "More competition, with our dashing good looks, for our League Ladies."

Wally chuckled and let his gaze linger out the window once more. "Not quite sure about that, Other Me. Definitely a taken man."

"No kidding?"

"Mmhmm."

"Why do I feel like there's a story there?" his tone had taken on a ribbing note, and Wally couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"When I was younger, we had a covert ops team – all former sidekicks, all young enough to still have a curfew. Artemis was one of us. We started out… not on great terms." He sighed, an echo of Baywatch in that husky voice of hers taunting him even now. He smiled, but he didn't know quite how it came off. "But we pushed each other. Again and again. And I swear it must have driven everyone insane, even after I got my head out of my ass and kissed her," he laughed. He could still remember that first taste of her lips as they rang in the New Year, "but that's just how it was. We left the team to focus on school… we had an apartment out in Palo Alto and a dog, Brucely. But we got sucked back into hero work, and voila." Wally spread his hands out, adding a little jazz-hand shake at the end.

"She sounds great," Other Him sighed wistfully. "I feel like I never find someone who's a good match for me, or I just end up shooting myself in the foot. I wonder if she's over here, too."

"Maybe, but she might be evil," Wally dropped casually and gave his shake another slurp.

"What?!"

"Yeah, dude. Her dad's Sportsmaster, and her sister's Cheshire. Her mom used to be a bad guy, too, but she's just a civvie, now. She was very insistent that Artemis got away from that life."

Other Him pulled out his tablet and summoned up Sportsmaster's and Chesire's files with a couple of taps. He frowned. "League database doesn't list additional family of note."

Wally shrugged. "Maybe her mom got her away from all of it, then, or maybe the Shadows still have her."

"The Shadows, huh?" Other Him hummed, tapped a few more times on the tablet, and tucked it back under his arm. Wally knew himself well, though – that was the hum of definitely coming back to this and not the dismissive hum of oh well, don't really care. "So, you've got a plan for the foreseeable future?"

"Not really. Kind of waiting for my brain to be fully functional before I start parsing out how to get home for Christmas."

The Flash laughed. "Dude, it's August!"

"I'm giving myself some leeway, here." He rubbed a weary hand over his chin. "I've messed up one too many times being too impatient. Eventually – and believe me, it took a while – I learned my lesson on that."

"I'm still learning that lesson," This Universe Wally chuckled again, the self-deprecation lacing his tone.

The pair made their way to the elevator, and then down another nondescript corridor to an unmarked door. The conference room inside held the same crew he had first seen upon awakening in this world, but he looked right past them to the large window that held the view he'd just left down at the observation deck.

Sweet.

"Hello, Flash, hello, Wally. Thank you for joining us this evening," Diana teased, a private smirk dancing over her lips. "Enjoy your stroll about the Watchtower?"

"Uh, yeah, actually." Wally rubbed a hand through his unruly red hair that definitely needed a trim. "It's a bit different from mine back home, and I'd hate to try and get to the canteen and roll into a storage closet instead."

John barked a laugh and clapped a hand on his shoulder, actually sending him forward in his seat with a quiet yelp. "Always one for exaggeration, no matter which world you come from."

"No, dude, that actually happened. I couldn't turn around. I was there for something like twenty minutes. Dove got me out while I think Hawk filmed it. I need a map or something."

"I'm sure we can get you sorted out," Shayera chuckled.

Batman cleared his throat, recalling the attention of the heroes. Wally noticed that he still looked ready to sit him down for questioning before realizing that he might finally be getting his chance to do just that. "As we were saying before your entrance, Flashes," Wally and Other Wally hit a no-look high-five, "we need a comprehensive analysis of the lead-up to you," he nodded toward the younger speedster, "jumping into the Speedforce."

"I didn't actually jump into it, per se," Wally interjected. "I became the focus of a large amount of energy before merging with that energy itself. I actually became part of the 'Force. I remember now, but at the beginning I wasn't… anything. I was light, and I was… everywhere. I guess I knew, somehow, that it wasn't right – none of it was, really – and I had to keep slowing myself in stages before I was – well, me again."

There was a beat of silence before Flash muttered, "Holy shit, Kid."

Wally hunkered down in his wheelchair, his ears coloring pink. "Anyway, let's start at the beginning… so there are these aliens, right, called the Reach, and, let me tell you, these guys are bad news, so you might want to prep from them in this 'verse. So…"

As he recounted the events of the Invasion, the shaken expressions of the Leaguers fell deeper into concern. Once he finished, a hush fell over the room as everyone too time to process his words. "How did it all happen so fast?" Diana whispered, breaking through the ensuing quiet. Wally shrugged.

"Well, you all were in Intergalactic Kangaroo Court or something—"

"Sounds familiar," John grumbled.

"—and the average populous is apparently super vulnerable to propaganda."

Clark, who had remained in quiet contemplation until then, turned to the Green Lantern. "John, can you put out some feelers with the Lantern Corps, see what they know about there being a Reach in our universe? Best offense is a good defense, and all." John was already nodding before he had finished.

J'onn considered Wally, and, stuck in his chair, the crippled speedster felt much like a bug under a microscope. "How much do you understand about the design of the weapon that brought you here?"

"I mean, the construction was easy enough to figure out, but Reach-tech has some pretty complex biocoding. The Beetles interfaced directly with the technology, but coding was never my best skillset."

"Perhaps we can engineer a similar device, if it is directly necessary to have that burst of energy to send you back to your universe."

"It may not be. Kid just needs to enter the Speedforce and come out with the right frequency."

Wally snorted. "'Just.'"

Batman shook his head dismissively. "We must pursue any possibility, but, in the meantime, Kid Flash can recuperate here on the Watchtower and provide logistical support. You said coding was your weak point? Take the time to fill that skillset."

"I didn't say I didn't know anything, I'm just amateur night next to Nightwing or Robin." Wally couldn't discern a change in his posture for facial expression, but the air around the Bats grew smug. He bit his lip to keep from laughing; as soon as he was back in his own world, he would have to make sure to remind Dick and Tim of what a proud Papa Bat they had.

"I think we should loop Fate in, as well. He may have some… less conventional methods," Shayera cut in, a playful slant to her lips, "but he is all about Order, and having two Wally Wests in any universe is a recipe for chaos."

"Hey!" "I resent that!"

Superman clapped his hands with a since of finality. "So, everyone knows the game plan?" Nods all around. Wally felt exhausted, despite having actually done very little that day, and begged out if another trip to the cafeteria in favor of going back to rest.

Since improving enough to be up and about – in a manner of speaking – Wally had been moved from infirmary-proper to a much more comfortable room for recovery. A window provided him with the view of a lifetime, and the bed was plush enough that he wanted it to swallow him whole so that he could become one with the mattress. All-in-all, he knew that he had been afforded the equivalent of a presidential suite on the normally minimalist-efficient space station.

He made his way to the ensuite to splash his face with water from the tap. When he glanced up, he winced to meet his own gaze in the mirror.

He was gaunt, his cheeks nearly hollow under tired eyes. His freckles stood out against a pallid complexion, and his hair fell in thick lengths and into his eyes. To have This Universe Him joking about their common looks was ludicrous at best. He looked like Roy had when he and Dick had staged that rooftop intervention, strung out and half-crazed. How long ago had that been, now? How long had he been a captive of the Speedforce?

He closed his eyes, dismissing the reflection that was nearly impossible to accept as himself.

How much had he missed?

"PT suuuucksss," Wally whined as he collapsed back into his wheelchair. His whole body throbbed like a bruise – he hadn't even been going thirty minutes, but it felt like he had just finished a week-long mission. "How long until I don't get shaky after climbing a flight of stairs?"

"However long it takes, Kid." John, his trainer for the day, clapped a commiserating hand on his shoulder. "You can't rush these things, unless you're ready to set yourself back to zero after you overdo it. Because you will overdo it."

"Yeah, yeah. The speedster needs a 'slow and steady' reminder, what else is new." His grumbles went ignored.

John gripped the wheelchair handles with a hum. "You up for lunch, or do you want me to roll you back to your room?"

"Definitely food. Gotta make a dent in this bottomless pit, chief." He patted his stomach for emphasis, which seemingly growled on cue, earning a snort from the Lantern.

"Like that'll ever happen." John began to push them toward the cafeteria.

Wake up, eat, physical therapy, eat, stretching, coding lessons with Mr. Terrific, eat, sleep.

Wally was bored out of his gourd. Anytime he asked the Martian about speeding up the timetable, the responses he received were discouraging, at best. He had been there two months – two whole months of doing jack-all to get home.

Logically, he knew that he was coming back from literally being pure energy turned whole again, but it was still a daily reminder to himself that he had to be patient. He had to get this right. There was no use in rushing his recovery – and more than likely screw himself in the process – to then have to sit on his thumbs while they attempted to navigate interdimensional highways. As much as he had been a fan of "hurry up and wait" in his teens, it came with a whole slew of problems and possible reinjury.

In the meantime, his presence on the Watchtower had gone from a scientific marvel to annoying neighbor. Leaguers who had once glanced warily at him in the halls now bantered with him over lunch or sought out his paradoxical outsider-insider perspective on anything from new costume design to sensitive mission details. More and more often, his dumb jokes were met with eye rolls and punches to the shoulder rather than politely awkward chuckles. He was finally feeling the camaraderie of the League family again.

He was finally starting to feel like himself again. He ran a hand through his still too-long hair.

"Hey, John."

"Yeah, Kid?"

"Before we hit the grub, can we make a pit stop?

"Okay, now very slowly remove the pin. Yes, I'm sure it won't explode now. What, you don't trust me?" Wally rubbed his hand over the back of his head, relishing the ticklish prickles where John had clipped his hair close to his scalp. He'd fortunately talked the marine out of an all-out crew cut, but he was still enjoying messing up his shorter-than-usual style. He swiveled in his chair. "Well, you have thirty seconds to decide before you have a room full of mercenaries." He rolled his eyes as the doors to the control center opened and the Other Wally strode in, two steaming mugs in hand.

"Did something take a turn for the worse?" The Flash asked, handing over what Wally could now smell to be hot chocolate. With marshmallows. It was really excellent to have an alternate him, truly.

He covered the mic of his headset. "No, no, we're having fun." He took a sip and almost spit it back out. "Shit, that's hot."

"I thought the steam might've clued you in."

"Yeah, yeah." He gave a rude gesture, to the amusement of Other Him, and turned his gaze back to the monitor and switched audio channels. "Hey, Stargirl, if you're done with your sector, Vixen's got the intel and could use an extraction. Mmhmm. T-minus five until rendezvous with S.T.R.I.P.E." He relayed the rendezvous to Vixen as well before muting his voice channel. He took a short, cautious sip before taking a long pull of his now drinkable beverage. "What's up, Dop?"

"Hey, in this universe, you're the dop, Dop. It'll hold five minutes," Flash dismissed, but Wally knew a delaying tactic when he saw one. Together, they waited out the end of the mission, until the Javelin was pushing through the stratosphere back toward home. Once the team signed off, Wally turned fully in his seat to give the other a prompting look. "I found her."

"Who?"

"This dimension's Artemis Crock." Other Him waved a flash drive – decorated red with little yellow lightning bolts, a Flash drive, of course – as evidence, and Wally plucked it out of his fingers to insert it into the mission computer's port. An image gallery and biography opened almost instantly, and, for the first time in months, Wally was looking at the wide smile and warm gray eyes of the love of his life.

He slumped back in his chair, a melancholy smile twisting his mouth. "Yup, that's Arty, all right."

"You were right about her mom. She avoided prison time here, in exchange for ironclad testimony against her husband and a whole list of other shady characters. She declined witness relocation, and she raised Artemis away from all that. She's just," Other Him smiled and shook his head. "She's just normal. A civilian. She's working as a literary historian in Paris."

Wally laughed. "Paris! Figures." He skimmed over the information on this alternate version of his girlfriend and glanced back to the man who already had the smitten mug of someone half in love. Oh boy. "So, what's next?"

Flash blinked away from the screen, down to his younger doppelganger. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, what're you going to do? You want to meet her? I'm sure there's some sort of forensics conference happening in France sometime soon, if you need an excuse," he winked, and the Other Him flushed nearly as red as his suit.

"I… don't think that would be a good idea." Flash turned back to the monitor, watching the images scroll through a slideshow. "Her mom did a good job – kept her away from everything, kept her safe. It seems wrong to intrude on that kind of peace." Even as the older Him said it, Wally could see the resignation weighing down his shoulders. "I don't have any right to."

Wally stood. "Whatever you want to do, man, I'll support you." He held out his fist. "Just know that you're missing out on something great."

Flash turned his sad smile toward him. "I know." He bumped their knuckles together.

When they turned to go greet the returning team, the USB made its way into Wally's pocket. For safekeeping.

"There you are! How long have you been in here? I thought we put you on a time limit."

Wally ended the treadmill program and wiped his brow with the towel Diana offered him. "I overrode the command." She made a disapproving noise in response and crossed her arms. Wally returned with a roll of his eyes and took a swig of water. "Yeah, that would've never happened if Bats hadn't made me take those coding courses, so whose fault is that, really?" He smiled. "I'm fine. I'm going at, like, normal human speed. I haven't even brought up training yet. But I can't just wait around for things to change. I have to make that push myself." He looked away petulantly and wrapped the towel around his neck. "Besides, I'm tired of being coddled."

Before Diana could rebut, the station comm interrupted the tunes Wally had been pumping through the gym speakers. "Kid Flash and Wonder Woman, report to Control. Repeat, Kid Flash and Wonder Woman, report to Control."

Diana tapped her personal communicator, tucker behind her ear. "This is Wonder Woman, Control." A pause. "Yes, he is with me." Wally took the moment to stretch. "Got it. Wonder Woman, out." She turned back to Wally with a grin.

"What's up?"

"You have a visitor on the command deck. Do you need a moment?"

"Nope, I'm good." He shrugged on a hoody and tossed the towel in the laundry chute by the door. "Do I get a hint?" He asked, trotting up to walk alongside the Amazon.

"No," Diana teased, "it's a surprise."

"I like surprises."

"No, you don't."

"Sometimes I like surprises," he settled. It was a short walk from the fitness center to the command deck, which was lucky. Already anticipation sparked through his body, ruining whatever body high the endorphins from his workout had managed.

The doors to the command deck slid open with a hydraulic hiss, revealing whatever Founders were on-station as well as a couple of guests. Shayera seemed to be chatting amiably with an unfamiliar woman, and Flash was doing much the same with a less-than-receptive Batman. Wally stopped in his tracks when his eyes landed on the gold-cloaked figure in the center.

"We know you," Doctor Fate declared and tilted his head as he examined the young man. "Not from this life, not this world – but we do." His voice warmed, and Wally knew then that he wasn't speaking to Nabu. "Hello, my young friend. Quite another pickle you've gotten yourself into, isn't it?"

He took an involuntary step forward. "You are—"

"Kent Nelson, and a good deal more vivacious than when you saw me last! And my dear Inza, whom you did not have the pleasure of meeting."

Wally gave an awkward, wide-eyed wave to the woman, who nodded with a smile in greeting. The moment truly seemed unreal, and he could feel emotion rise in his throat. "I am so sorry," he croaked, suppressing the tears that threatened to choke him. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't help you then."

"Oh, but you did. You have nothing to apologize for." Nelson approached and placed his hands on Wally's shoulders, a comforting reassurance. "You got me back to my spitfire, and now I can help return the favor."

A shift came over the sorcerer, and, when he spoke next, Nabu's steely intonation had overtaken Nelson's warmth. "You were mine, once. You held me without burning, and I almost kept you."

Wally stiffened under Fate's hands, which now held him in an iron grip. "I wasn't right for you. You've passed on to another magic user."

"Just as well. But you now know, do you not? You have seen it. Time, space, and the flow between. The order and the entropy."

Wally swallowed, his throat feeling tight. "I have."

"You are very nearly now a Lord in your own right. Not of Order nor of Chaos, but a rational dominion. What will you do with it?"

"Nothing." When Nabu did not move, "Really. I have no want or need to get in the middle of your knock-down-drag-out with Chaos. I want to go home, and I want to protect the people I love. That's it. That's all."

Nabu appraised him for a long moment. "Very well." He released him.

"You can help him, then." Batman strode forward, breaking into whatever bubble had formed around Wally and Fate. Nabu turned more fully to the group as a whole and gestured toward the younger hero.

"Indeed," Nabu confirmed. "I have the ability to send myself and my host across dimensional space. It would be a matter of Wally West once again allowing my essence to flow through him."

"Dude," both Wallys winced.

"He must again bear the mantle and assume the helm," Nabu continued, ignoring the speedsters. "My counterpart in his dimension will return the helmet here, once the transfer is complete."

"Is it possible to relay this plan to the other Doctor Fate?" Diana asked.

"He already knows." Wally straightened, tension running up his spine. "If I possess knowledge, he does, as well."

"Can he keep it to himself?"

The Leaguers turned their attention to Wally in surprise. Other Him moved to offer a kind hand, but Wally waved him off. "Kid?"

"I don't—" he clenched his fist and turned away. His family, his friends… they probably already assumed him to be long dead, and if this didn't work… "I don't want them to get their hopes up."

Nabu stood silently for a moment. Wally had seen the same from M'gann time and again, knew the sight of a telepathic conversation. "It is done."

Wally nodded, and the anxiety filling his frame was replaced with excitement. He felt like he would vibrate straight through the floor – after his jaunt through the Speedforce, he wouldn't be surprised if he would never get a nosebleed from doing so ever again. "When can I go?"

"You are ill-suited, currently. You simply cannot contain me and would be a poor host. Your mind and spirit are prepared, but your physical being is lacking."

Damn, Wally thought as he looked himself over, a real confidence booster, Fate. His thoughts must have shown on his face because both Other Wally and Shayera let out poorly withheld snickers at his expense.

Fate turned to Inza, and Wally could hear the shift in his voice. Kent was back. "Let us know when you've fully regained your strength. We are but a call away." With a wave of his hand, a glowing ankh lit up the room. "It was good to see you again, Kid."

"Yeah," Wally choked out. "You, too."

Fate nodded at his fellow League members and took his wife's hand. Inza held him back for a moment. "It was nice to meet you, Wally. Thank you for looking after this old fool when I couldn't. I'll be sure to get the whole story out of him when we get back." Her eyes glittered with a mischief that he'd seen plenty of times, and it was little wonder why Kent had drawn those comparisons with him and Artemis all those years ago. She gave a satisfied hum, and, with a step, they were gone.

"Well, it looks like you've found your ticket home, Wally," Diana announced, her warm smile stretching her lips. Flash whooped in excitement, grabbing his counterpart and practically throwing him in the air. For the first time since he had arrived in this dimension, there was an end in sight, and he laughed along. Home! To his universe, his family, his League – his spitfire.

Artemis, his heart sung with the notion, and he allowed Other Him to drag him to the cafeteria for a celebratory drink, I'm coming home.