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A Speedster's Providence

Unit 141

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It took the entirety of two minutes for whatever cameras that had been videoing Flash's battle with Abra to resume broadcasting.

In the living room, both Wallis and Iris had spent that time in silence, an air of muted restlessness having settled around them.

Once they could finally see they felt relieved – but only to a small degree.

The good news was that the Flash was still there. He hadn't been obliterated or his molecules scattered or anything else like that – he was still physically there.

The bad thing was that he wasn't moving.

He laid prostrate, body pressed against the inflexible ground as if the weight of the world was literally bearing down on him.

Sucking on her bottom lip Wallis rapidly organized her thoughts.

The Flash was rendered immobile. As to how that had happened she had no clue. Before the cameras cut off she hadn't caught any strange movements on Abra's part…not that she knew where to look. And during those moments after the live feed had gone down there was no telling what had transpired.

It was clear to Wallis that she wouldn't be able to deduce much else…not by remaining at home at any rate.

Unit 142

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Wallis was very clear on her evaluation of the Flash.

The Flash – the one that was Barry Allen – had been Central City's celebrated caretaker for approximately seven years. Up to now, for the duration of his stint as the Scarlet Speedster, rarely had the man needed help when battling against foes – powered or otherwise.

He'd always come out on top and the city loved him for that. But Central didn't adore the Flash merely because of his numerous triumphs.

The Flash was synonymous with 'Flair' and 'Charisma'. Everything that he did, he did with irresistible poise and vibrant humour – things that the citizens found endearing and his enemies considered a nuisance.

Alas, those very same attributes that conferred him the role as the 'Heart' of Central doubled as his weakness.

The 'fastest man alive' was prone to overconfidence. His kind-heartedness was just as much of a crutch.

More often than not, he held himself back in his bouts, fully aware that fighting at full capacity could result in fatal consequences for his opponents.

Every once in a while though, there emerges a villain that manages to catch the Speedster unawares.

Regrettably, as it was, Abra was one such villain.

Unit 143

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Wallis analysed the perimeter from atop of the building she'd settled on. The structure was only a few stories high and if any of the clusters of people below hazarded a glance upwards, she wouldn't be that hard to spot.

Fortunately (in a manner of speaking) most of the crowd's attention was on Abra and the Flash. The beloved superhero remained prone on the ground, with Abra above him, floating in the air – lording, spouting on and on about 'magic' this and 'greatest magician' that.

The dude was just hamming it up for the cameras.

Cursing inaudibly, the teen yanked at the hood around her head, ensuring that it was secure for the umpteenth time. She was feeling a tad uncomfortable – this being her first time donning the close-fitting suit in such a capacity. However, aside from her seemingly innate awkwardness, there were more…pressing matters.

What trick had Abra subjected the Scarlet Speedster to?

There were only so many ways to leave a Speedster, especially one as experienced as the Flash, immobile.

And another thing – what could someone as untested as her possibly do to change things?

Wallis sighed and silently prayed that she wouldn't make matters worse.

Unit 144

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The first thing she needed to do was to get Abra's wand – that was obviously the source of his abilities.

Then she'd figure out a way to undo whatever it was the villain did to the Flash. After that, she was booking it and leaving the rest up to her uncle.

The young Speedster rolled her shoulders as she rose to her feet, when Abra's next declaration caused her to linger by the edge of the roof.

"Now ladies and gentlemen, for the main act…I shall saw the Flash in half!"

'Seriously?'

Brows furrowed in incredulity, Wallis watched as Abra, with an exaggerated flourish of his wand…and a nearby bus, fashioned a giant saw in what seemed to be an instant.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Wallis goggled at the enormous tool that loomed above her uncle's body.

The situation was becoming more and more absurd.

Meanwhile, Abra visibly preened under the gasps and whispers of shock and awe that arose from the crowd. Wallis' lips curled in disappointment at the sheer gullibility of the citizens.

Rather than sorcery, all she saw was nth level grandstanding using highly advanced gadgetry.

Wallis' rolled her eyes.

'Magic' her pedicured feet.

Unit 145

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Naturally, Wallis didn't want to interfere. She'd only been watching for as long as she'd been to see if her uncle would find an out on his own.

After all, he was the Flash.

But for now, it honestly didn't seem as if he were going to escape on his own.

With things like this, she couldn't possibly remain by the sidelines. If something happened to Barry, especially if it was something that she could've prevented – she'd…never be able to face Iris or her parents…or herself.

"This is just for Uncle Barry," she sighed, because that much was true, that much was simple.

The next thing that happens stuns Wallis.

There is a sudden shift in the Speed Force – an abrupt surge of something more. The Speed Force thrums pleasantly as Wallis feels an expansion in its intensity…its potency…and she marvels at how more aware of it she somehow becomes.

The aura that cocooned her body warmed and Wallis, thinking that the sudden outpouring of power came from Barry, looked towards the hero in relief.

However, confusion soon set in when she realized that the situation below her remained unchanged.

Then something – someone – raced onto the scene.

Wallis stared – dumbfounded.

A/N: Hmmm, now I wonder who that is…?

You know, writing Abra made me think of Mumbo Jumbo from Teen Titans and that same episode where we got a glimpse into the struggle that Cyborg had of, well, being a cyborg. I frickin' love Teen Titans.

To the guest reviewer who tried to send me links to your sketches of Wallis' costume, while I haven't been able to see your work, it was sweet of you to attempt to do any in the first place, so thank you.

And of course, I'd like to say a very big thank you to everyone that followed, favourited and/or reviewed! Thank you so much!

Constructive criticism/comments/queries/suggestions are welcomed.

Thanks for reading.

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