The Death Knell

But just when Wally opened his eyes and waited for death, the rappel that jumped into the air was knocked away by a fist that suddenly appeared from the side. The punch hit the person's buccal plexus very accurately, just one blow. It made the strong man unconscious.

The man who took action was Dr. Michael Amal, an acquaintance of the Lightning family, codenamed ‘The Whisperer’, and a former member of the rogue gang.

After knocking down the rappel, he kicked the man and greeted Wally with a burger and soda on the plate.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

Wally never thought that he would be rescued by a villain, and he was the one who sent him in. Although I have always heard Barry say that the people in the Rogue Gang are actually quite good, this is the first time that I feel this intuitively.

"Uh, thank you..."

"Uh-huh."

The doctor nodded, not knowing what he meant, and then turned around and left. His back in the orange prison uniform looked so tall.

The Whisperer used to be a famous surgeon in Midtown, but because he could always hear someone in his head urging him to kill, he gradually turned into a serial killer. His signature technique was to cut off the victim's tongue and take it home for cooking.

Eventually he was caught by Barry, sent to Iron Heights Prison in Midtown, and sentenced to death by lethal injection for killing dozens of people in a row.

However, Michael's blood was uniquely resistant to drugs, and the lethal injection did not kill him, but made him more energetic.

There are no other methods of capital punishment in the state where Midtown is located. Hanging, electrocution and even shooting have long been abandoned, so the doctor's death penalty was canceled and transferred to Gotham's Blackgate Prison, where his sentence was changed to life imprisonment.

It was also here that he met various 'geniuses' in Gotham. His mental illness became more serious. The whisper in his head in the cell drove him completely crazy. He wanted to cut off other people's tongues to silence the voice. Can't do it.

But a smart man is a smart man after all. He found a substitute. The doctor cut off his own tongue and swallowed it alive. In this way, all the noise finally became quiet.

His mental illness also went away without medical treatment.

After that, he completely sewed his mouth with thread, and met the "Blacksmith" and others in prison. They escaped from prison together, returned to Central City and joined the gangster gang. It was not until a few years later that he was sent back to prison again by Wally. Got here.

It can only be said that it was fate. Wally sighed. The person who saved him turned out to be the person he originally thought should die. This world is really very sick.

"What are you doing?! No fighting!" At this time, the guard came belatedly after discovering the commotion. He looked at the rappel lying on the ground without any expression. He just waved the submachine gun in his hand: "Wally Wei Stella? You have a visitor? Ten minutes to talk!”

"I?"

Wally put down the mashed potatoes and stood up with a frown on his face. Who could come to see him in the middle of the night?

Is it a Titan? Or the Justice League? Or Batman?

There have been all kinds of great changes on the earth in the past few days. However, the Black Gate Prison seems to be forgotten in a corner, everything is so peaceful. He doesn't think he is of any use, not to mention that he has said before that he refuses all visits.

But the loneliness in his heart still made him stand up. He quickly walked to the prison visiting area, where he saw his friend and partner, Barry in a red uniform.

Barry was still the same, with a smile on his face under the mask. He sat on the chair opposite the glass and pointed to the phone hanging on the side.

Wally picked up the phone receiver with a complicated expression. He was grateful that Barry came to see him, but he felt that he did not deserve to be visited.

Superheroes should save the world and do more meaningful things instead of spending time visiting criminals like themselves? Even the people of the Lightning family are never short of time.

"Barry..."

"Shh!" Barry looked around warily and put his head close to the glass: "This is in Gotham? Don't call me by my real name, call me Flash? How are you doing? Wally."

Wally sighed, and he sniffed hard: "I'm... not good? Can't sleep every day? Everything in the past is tormenting me? The Speed ​​Force is running uncontrollably in my body, passing with information I couldn’t understand.”

Xiao Xian took a deep breath, his lips pursed, and his expression became very complicated.

After a moment, he pressed his palm on the glass: "I'm thinking of a way to cure your disease one day. I heard that you refused the lawyer and legal advisor that Batman invited you. You want to prosecute all murders." Plea guilty to the charges?”

"I broke the law, I lost control, and I killed people because of it, and good people."

Wally looked frustrated. If superheroes themselves don't abide by the law, how can they stand to fight crime?

"Wally, you have done a lot of good things. People will understand that accident..." If Wally pleads guilty completely, murdering 13 people would mean life imprisonment even in Gotham, and Barry doesn't want that.

This was an accident caused by the Speed ​​Force, and it might even be an unknown enemy secretly manipulating it. He knew that his assistant, Wally, was still his Lightning Boy.

He is not a murderer, never has been. Compared to the young people of the Bat Family, Wally is as warm as sunshine.

You must know that this is Gotham, and the prisoners in Blackgate Prison, with the most minor crimes being serial killers, how can he safely let Wally live with these people?

Just on the way to the visiting area, Barry saw a lot of familiar people. Those people made various gestures to him through the iron fence, like wiping their thumbs on his neck. Wally would be killed here.

However, Wally interrupted him and shook his head at the other end of the glass partition:

"But that doesn't bring Roy and the others back to life, does it? You're the Flash and I'm the criminal. Do what you have to do and don't make excuses for any criminal behavior. This is what you taught me."

"But everyone deserves a second chance. I believe everyone can change their minds." Barry looked at the haggard assistant and rubbed his eyes unbearably: "You will die here. Although I don't squat like Green Arrow, You have to go to prison, but I have seen in TV dramas that if a policeman goes to jail, he will often be killed by his enemies who were sent to prison in the past. I don't mean to exonerate you, but an honest mistake does not deserve the death penalty. That’s justice.”

Barry innocently gave an example of a TV series, hemming and hawing incoherently.

He didn't know what happened in the cafeteria just now, and Wally had no intention of bringing it up, so he simply changed the subject.

"Let's not talk about that. You came to me in the middle of the night to chat, right? Do you need my help?" Wally raised his leg to show his shackles, and then put his foot down: "Although I can't run, but The brain is still there.”

Seeing that he had no intention of continuing the conversation, Barry temporarily resisted the idea of ​​continuing to persuade and sighed:

"This isn't over yet, Wally. When Batman comes back, I'll ask him to hire a lawyer for you. You can make other compensations, and you don't have to use your own life." Little Flash rubbed his head through his hood and put it down. He touched the hand on the glass: "I'm here to ask if you have a special sense of crisis recently? An early warning from the Speed ​​Force?"

Wally narrowed his eyes and squeezed the phone receiver with his hand: "Did you feel it too? I thought it was an illusion... Will that black shadow come to us one day in the future?"

"I originally thought that the black shadow would be Black Lightning, but after I found the death knell from another world to deal with it, I was still awakened by the omen when I was sleeping... The black shadow is not Black Lightning, at least not the one we are familiar with. that."

Barry rubbed his face with his hands, looking clueless.

Wally thought about it for a moment, and then he suddenly laughed, with a high spirits: "In that case, how about using me as fishing bait? Just treat me as waste and reuse it. I deserve to die, but I want to die more valuable, give me this once A chance at redemption?”