The Flash: The Fastest Man Alive (Male Reader Insert)

3.9 Broken Toys

Bruce: You let him leave?!

Clark: He needed to see his father.

Bruce: And, what, you just just let him walk past you?

Clark: We both know even if we got there fast enough, there was nothing we could have done.

Bruce: I know that! That's why he needs to remain here! We need to learn all we can from him. You are risking his life on a gamble that he may see some poor old man who made him who he is to begin with.

The two were arguing over Victor and allowing him to leave. Y/N was behind them, paying no mind and pacing back and forth. His mind was wandering, wondering what may have happened to his city and fearing the worst.

As the other two continued to argue, Victor landed in the cave with a metallic thud. Everyone stopped and looked over towards him. Y/N made his way over, helping the metal man try and stand up. He could see that he was extraordinarily sad, his legs, despite being machine, feeling weak.

Y/N: Victor, what happened?

Victor: My father... he...

He tried to hold back burning tears.

Victor: He's dead. He put his hand on that godforsaken machine.

Everyone was silent. They all looked at him, feeling immense sympathy towards his situation. After a moment, Bruce spoke up.

Bruce: The core?

Victor: Brainiac has it.

Bruce exhaled deeply. He walked over and sat down in his chair. He put his hand to his chin, contemplating their situation. Y/N continued to look at Victor.

Y/N: Central City?

Victor: Gone. Added to his collection.

Y/N stepped back, feeling like he had just got the wind knocked out of him. His hands tightened into fists. Lightning crackled behind his eyes. He began to give off static discharge.

Y/N then yelled at the top of his lungs. He brought up his hand, expelling lightning from it and frying a nearby set of machines. He then took off, running around the cave. Orange streams of lighting shot out from his body, hitting the stalagtites on the ceiling. 

Y/N continued running. He wanted to let all of it out. He was stopped by a man in blue gently putting out his hand and resting it on his shoulder. Y/N stopped in Superman's grip. He panted, his voice hoarse.

Y/N: My friends, my family. Joe, Barry, Cisco, Wells, Frost... Caitlin.

Clark: I know. I'm sorry.

Y/N: If I had just been there, if I was fast enough...

Clark: There was nothing you could have done.

Burning tears streamed down Y/N's face. He eventually calmed down and nodded. The two walked back over to the others. Everyone was quiet, taking in the fate of their world. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Y/N spoke again.

Y/N: Alright, now how are we gonna get them back?

Bruce: What?

Y/N: We have to stop Brainiac. There's got to be some way of reversing all the damage he's done.

Victor: We can't. His technology and mind are too strong. We'd be powerless against him. My father knew that from the start. He used the core to take his own life rather than subject himself to the will of that psychopath.