"You didn't believe me," yelled Lily, swinging under Blaine's arm, "No one ever does!"
"Hey," Blaine had said, grabbing the child's shoulder, bony and fragile under his grip. Lily's eyes moved quickly around the room, looking for a way out. She always seemed to find it in the end. "Shh! I know this is hard for you, after everything you missed when you were asleep...but it's been five years, Lily. Let it rest."
"But I know now! I know that isn't true!"
"What?" Blaine was brought up short. Hs sister glared defiantly into his eyes.
"I can do things. Incredible things."
"What kind of things-"
Blaine shook himself out of the memory, where his (then) ten year old sister started remembering things that hadn't actually happened after waking up. Cooper and him had been so happy that she had woken up at all, they hadn't even considered the consequences that came with her mental recovery. So, of course their parents hadn't been murdered by a man in a yellow suit.
But Blaine was aware of his own abilities, too. Of course he shouldn't be able to grow wings and glide through the night like a bird. He remembered his Superhero Club days at Dalton, where his alter-ego had been Nightbird. But now, he actually had the power.
Other people with extraordinary powers were probably out there, too. Cooper had been coming home with more and more confusing cases to work on, and Blaine was almost certain some of them had to do with people like him.
But not their parents' deaths. God, it seemed silly to question that a man like Everett Anderson wouldn't murder his own wife and then commit suicide in front of his six year old daughter, causing her to block out her entire memory of the traumatic event, except suddenly make up a version of what actually happened years later after waking up from an entirely unrelated coma. Blaine was going to go insane before the end of this.
But Lily was alive now, and eleven years old. Blaine sat across from her in the cafe, next to Barry Allen, a boy who in high school went by the name of Sebastian Smythe. He was going to get an explanation for thatone, later.
He wanted to just ask her, but he didn't know what to say or how to say it. Blaine had been lost for words ever since that night.
"Li," Blaine placed his hands slowly on the table, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Lily blinked.
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Not a City of Angels
FanfictionBarry Allen was painfully aware that the Reverse Flash had completely altered the course of his life by murdering his mother, but what he didn't count on was ghosts from his high school days coming back to get him, at age twenty-five. If only the w...
