I was sort of bored and was reading another fan fic where Flash was in trouble or something, and I thought of this, and since I have nothing better to do, why not write a very short oneshot? Plus, I wanna try my hand at bleak... review. Please?

No Matter What

I didn't really know what to do, after all of this. Walk away; act like I always did? The same? Act like he had never been there? Of course, I knew I wouldn't be able to do that. He was on the news all the time, with footage and interview clips. Clark was becoming more and more violent, and I knew it was because of him. He had killed Flash. Wally. The twenty-year-old who had given his life for the world that now talked about him in past-tense, not bothering to cry on T.V. One show even had the courage to question why he was a part of the league at all. Why he deserved to be. That he had died because he was weak. No one really knows all of what had happened; hell, I doubt I even do. Even though Wally used to say it a lot, I don't know everything. But I know enough. I know that he's still alive. He has to be. Somewhere.

I didn't go to the funeral. When Diana came by, I ignored her and said that I thought Joker was planning a heist in East Gotham. Even if Diana hadn't known me as much as she did, I doubt she would have believed me. I know that Luthor is planning something, and so does Clark. Luthor, President Luthor, had killed Wally, and he wasn't stopping there. He was carrying on. I don't really know what he's trying to prove. He's basically destroyed the league with that act of violence. I don't know what he can do that would top that. Killing Superman seemed more what he was trying to accomplish, but then he had killed Flash. Of all the league members, he had killed the youngest, the one with the most kindness and humor. The one who was always trying to prove himself, so much so that he... he died because of it.

Clark killed a man yesterday- some thug. I don't know him. Clark said that he worked for Luthor, and I didn't ask. Green Lantern was there, too. He kicked the corpse, cursed, then left in a huff. I saw Hawk Girl fly after him. After Wally died- no. He didn't die. He's still alive somewhere- John and Hawk Girl had become closer. The silver lining of the cloud. The very dim silver lining on a decidedly bleak, black cloud. Jo'hn said that perhaps we should hire more people for the watchtower so that we can be more effective. I said I would pay for it. Although I never considered myself to be a full fledged member of the league, I've been more detached ever since 'it' happened. All I do now is ask questions and receive answers I don't really care about. And I pay for the funds. Whatever to make us more effective. Whatever we can do. It's not like money is an issue for me.

Nothing is an issue except this: he's alive somewhere. And I can find him. I know I can. And when I do, I will help him. No matter what.