What if The Flash's son grew up to be the exact opposite of what The Flash stood for? What if his own son took a path of darkness Instead of light?
Henry West-Allen from when he was born loved the idea of his father being the flash but as the years...
When Henry wasn't running around the city as a demon taking the city by the palm of his hand, he was in a gym punching a bag that hung off the wall.
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He wasn't like the speedsters that came before him, Zoom, Savitar, Red Death. He didn't spend everyday trying to take over the world. He himself had a life outside of that. It wasn't great but at least there was something to do.
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The sweat poured down his face with each passing punch, the angrier he got, the harder he punched, the harder he punched, the softer the punching bag got and with one final punch he punched a hole right through the bag causing it to fly off the hinges and crash into the wall.
He breathes heavily and takes his towel from the ground and wipes the sweat from his hand and throws the towel against the wall.
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Meanwhile at Star Labs, Nora and Bart were running around in the speed lab which they would do everyday as they wanted to keep up with training.
Even if it was just them too, they still wanted to be a team, it was the only thing they could do especially with their half brother running around the city.
As Bart came to a stop outside of the track, he breathed heavily, wiping the sweat off his face as Nora then came to a halt.
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