Elizabeth Allen also known as Lizzie or Eliza, is the older but adopted sister of Barry Allen. She always knew she was different, especially when she had her powers, she always thought it was because of the particle accelerator, but it was much more...
Me and Alfred sat there, catching up on things. He kept a hand around my shoulders, and I didn't mind it. But as we were talking, we noticed a presence in the room. We turned our heads and saw Bruce. But he didn't look like the Bruce I remember. His hair was cut and his face was covered in a beard and he had gained some weight. He was just looking at me for the whole time. Not moving or talking. I gulped and stood up. But my legs were still wobbly. I stumbled. "Careful Lizzie, your body's still not used to walking around", Alfred said grabbing hold of my shoulder to keep me steady.
"Why didn't you tell me?", Bruce finally spoke. But this time he was talking to Alfred. "Didn't tell you what?", Alfred asked Bruce. Bruce glared at Alfred. "Don't bullshit me Alfred. Why didn't you tell me that you guys used the box on her, don't try and lie, I saw her grave, it was tampered with. How could you not tell me, I had the right to know! You should have told me!", Bruce yelled at Alfred. "Stop!", I yelled at him. He immediately looked away from Alfred and looked at me. He got closer to look at me. His eyes looking me up and down.
His eyes were filled with tears and shock. "Look at you........you haven't changed at all. Lizzie? It's really you", he said as a tear rolled down his cheek.
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I could feel my own tears welling up in my eyes. I sniffled.
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I cupped his cheeks and wiped away the tears from his cheeks. "Dad?", I said softly. He looked up at me. He wrapped his arms around me and brought me into a big bear hug. Which hurt a little bit due to having my bones moves. "Oh, oh my little girl. My little girl. Your back. Your really here. I-I-I thought I was never going to see you again. My girl. My daughter, my little girl. I was so lost without you, oh god", he said crying into my shoulder. I sniffled and pressed my face into his shirt. "Dad", I mumbled into his shirt. He pressed his hand to the back of my head. Bringing me closer to him. "Oh Lizzie, my baby. I thought I would never see you again, you have no idea how lost I was without you. I thought I lost my only daughter", he said as he held me even tighter. I smiled through my tears and hugged him back.
He pulled back and looked me over again. He sniffled. "Let me look at you, you look just as beautiful as the day.........as the day I lost you", he said as he sobbed. It was a bit of surprise to see the one and only Bruce Wayne crying. But I could understand. I too was crying myself. I sniffled again. "I'm right here, dad. I'm right here", I said as my voice cracked. He sniffled and looked at me again. "This just can't be possible, it can't be. And yet, here you are. Standing right in front of me", he said as he chuckled through his tears. I nodded through my tears. "Yep. I'm right here, I'm right here dad", I said as more tears rolled down my cheeks. But then he looked back at Alfred. He glared at Alfred. "It still doesn't give you the right to keep this from me, where are the others, I'm going to kick someone's ass for not telling me", he said as he angrily sniffled and wiped his tears.
I grabbed onto his shirt with my now knowingly boney hands. "Dad, stop. He didn't know. They didn't know. They didn't bring me back with the boxes at all. So don't get mad at Alfred, he was just as shocked to see me when I showed up on the front porch", I said trying to get his attention. He sniffed and turned to me. "Then how, how are you here right now? Am I dreaming, I'm dreaming right now, aren't I? Or am I seeing shit like Alfred now, and your not really here. I-I-I need to go, I need to get out of here", he said as he wiped his nose and eyes. He went to leave, but I looked at him sternly. "Sit your ass down this instant Bruce Thomas Wayne. Or so help me god", I said sternly and loudly, and maybe even proudly. He turned around and looked at me. He nodded his head. "It really is you, only the real you would curse at me when she wants to make a point", he said as he came over and sat down on the couch with me.
"Okay, now. Listen to me, and listen good and I'm going to need you to stay with me on this and believe me, because at first Alfred didn't believe me at first either", I said. He just nodded and took my hand in his. "It was the day of the funeral, that's when I met him", I said. I began to explain the same thing I did with Alfred, but this time I took it slower and I had more to say. And when I finished. I saw his face and I knew it was a lot to take in. So before he could talk, I snapped my fingers and two claps of lightning and thunder lit up the sky. He jumped in his seat.
He looked back at me. "The daughter of Zeus", he mumbled. I smiled and shook my head. "The daughter of Zeus and Bruce Wayne", I said with a small smile. He smiled a watery smile at me and brought me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around my dad. "It doesn't matter what you are, your still my daughter, your still my little girl", he whispered into my ear. I smiled and hugged him tighter. We soon pulled back after a few minutes. I let out a big yawn. Man, I may have came back from the dead. But I was 'dead' tired. Dad smiled and chuckled. "Someone's tired", he said. I rolled my eyes at him. "Well you would to if you had to limp five miles back home", I said. "Come on, sleepy head. Let's get you in your room", he said as he helped me up. I smiled at Alfred. "Thanks Alfred", I said nodding at him. He just smiled back at us. "Your welcome Lizzie", he said softly. I smiled and dad helped me get me to my room. I was so tired and yet so happy I had finally come back home. I was home. Just not completely, not yet. I made my way to my room. He helped me inside. I gently and slowly got into my bed. I groaned at the softness. Way better then the hard bed inside of the coffin. Dad smiled down at me and kissed my forehead. "Sleep tight sweetheart", he muttered. I smiled sleepily. "Night dad", I mumbled as I closed my eyes. I soon fell asleep, knowing I was home.
Third person POV
Bruce stood in the door way. Eyes full of tears. One slipped out and slid down his cheek. He smiled a watery smile. "Welcome home, my little girl. Our family is complete again", he whispered softly. He looked at her one last time, before turning off the light and closing the door half way.
Alfred smiled. He was so overjoyed that she was back. The mansion wouldn't feel as cold or empty with her back. He could already feel the warmth of the mansion now. Now that she was back. The glue was back, the final puzzle piece was put back where it belonged. "Our family is whole again", he mumbled to himself. He then made his way to start on a light snack if she woke up and got hungry. The empty void was gone and filled with a happiness that hadn't been there for a long time. It was now back. And he couldn't be happier that it was. His little Lizzie was back.
And now all they had to do was tell the others that she was back, especially Arthur. They didn't know how they were going to take it. But they deserved to know that she was back.
