Flash skidded to a stop on top of the water and threw the bomb in. He turned and began to run for it, but he was too slow. He lost his speed and his footing and feel through the small waves. He felt cold and wet, and then a piercing heat and-

"FLASH!" Batman cried out as people screamed. Water was thrown in all directions from the source of the blast. Batman held his cape up to help protect him from the rocketing splashes of water and bits of bomb. When the initial explosion ended, the cowled man ran for the river. "Flash, report! Report, Flash!" He called into his com, knowing that there was going to be no reply.

"A house of mirrors?" Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, sure, I guess. As long as we don't get caught in a horror movie or a fight with Mirror Master." He said in a lighthearted tone, smirking.

Waiola smiled as she let Crystal take her hand, watching her lover closely. She smirked a smile, poking her in the cheek. "You've been so dorky lately." She commented, Waiola's free hand lightly tickling her pregnant belly. She bent down best she could and kissed Crystal where Waiola's poking finger just had been on her cheek.

Ariana was watching from one of the building's windows when the explosion happened. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes frantically scanned the waters for a sign of Flash. Nothing. Her broken voice could be heard over the com system, crying out, "Wally?!" When there was no answer to either hers and Batman's callings, she begun to panic. A high-pitched buzzing sound pierced through the com system before Ariana fell from the line. She appeared by the river in her electrical form, but even from a distance, someone could tell she was sparking more than usual. She was becoming more and more volatile, despite her efforts to keep herself calm(ish). Completely out of character, she floated over the surface of the water in attempts to find Wally, or at least something of him.

Juliettee pondered his point before grinning suddenly. "Well, we can either risk our chances in the house of mirrors, or we can make-out on the Ferris wheel," she offered, looking up at him once more with a soft hum. "Whatever suits your fancy."

Crystal leaned up a little so Waiola didn't have to struggle as much to kiss her cheek. Her eyes shifted to her girlfriend's hand, as if she were inspecting it thoughtfully. "Well, if dorky means being happy, then let it be so," she declared with a smirk, glancing up at her.

A yellow piece of a hard material floated up to the surface. It was damaged, but it was clearly one of Flash's earpieces. Batman watched Ariana from afar, not giving her any signs of remorse. He knew that she would find nothing. The League had, once again, lost another brave hero. He sighed and closed his eyes, the pad of his thumb and his pointer finger resting on each of his eyelids. Not another one.

"Why not both?" Ryan asked, smugly looking at the british angel. "but the house of mirrors is closer, so I guess that's where we're going first." He teased, tugging at her hand and walking towards the short building filled with reflective surfaces.

Waiola snorted. "I guess that sounds about right."

Ariana's electrical hands turned to flesh before reaching down to pick up the yellow earpiece. All that kept running through her mind was: "Oh god, he's actually dead." Her breathing quickened to a fast and eradicate pace. Her head felt foggy and numb, as if she were about to pass out. Clutching the piece tightly in her hands, she returned to the shore in her human state with a zap of blue electricity. The earpiece was all that was left of her beloved husband, and she didn't intend to let it go unless someone wanted to fight her for it. Her large, blue moon eyes simply stared out over the water, her body rigid like she was frozen solid. All she could hear around her was static and the thump of her breaking heart.

"Oh, you tease!" Juliettee breathed out with a grin. She followed close behind him, even though she resisted just enough so that he had to pull her along. When they entered the mirrors, Juliettee's reflection glowed back at her, making the room seem significantly brighter. "Reminds me of the gates of heaven," she murmured under her breath. "Hard to navigate and frustrating."

Crystal sat up to lean against the palm of her hands. "Isn't there something that goes 'love makes you do silly things', or something along the lines of that?" She questioned to the sky. She shrugged and craned her head to look back at their house. "I'm starving, are you hungry?"

The cops came and cleared the scene save for Batman and Ariana. Batman didn't stand too close to her, but close enough that she could probably see him out of her peripheral vision. He stayed quiet for a few more minutes before his fingers went to his communicator. "Batman to Justice League...We've lost Flash."

"That's reassuring for when I die." Ryan joked, noticing how light it was getting in the attraction. He smiled at Juliettee. "babe, when you enter a room, you literally light it up." He lead her past a couple of mirrors, but ended up at a dead end. "Oh, these frustrate me. I could always just speed my way through if we need it." He offered, basically already giving up, but was still grinning.

Waiola just quietly smiled at Crystal. "Duh, I'm always hungry, Ku`u Lei," She started, slowly getting to her feet. "We'll see what we can whip up inside." She held her hand out for Crystal to take.

Ariana turned her head towards Batman, catching him in the corner of her eye. She watched him inform the others about the tragic incident, before she looked back over the water. Suddenly, she turned away from the lapping shore and began to walk towards the buildings. The static sound lingered in her mind, and as she strayed further away from the people, her hands begun to shake while an eye twitched.

Juliettee rolled her two-toned eyes at his joke. She glanced towards him with a sweet smile, saying, "It's just natural." The angel giggled softly, watching him become frustrated with the unsuccessful attempt to navigate the maze.
"If we just sped our through, then what's the point of the maze?" She inquired, raising her eyebrows at him. "Allow me to lead the way." She turned around and headed down the way they came. She seemed to be a bit more successful than Ryan was at finding her way through.

Crystal took her hand, despite not really needing help getting up. She hopped to her feet while declaring, "I'll cook this time, dearest."

"Ariana. You should go home." Batman quietly suggested, suddenly appearing in front of the waking, sparking woman as he dropped down from above. "You need to think things over."

"You can take the lead, anytime." Ryan snickered, following her closely. He looked into the mirrors as the passed them. He hated those things. You could see your entire self in them. He saw a tall, dorky, beanpole with crazy hair trailing behind the most beautiful girl. He rolled his eyes and looked ahead. Pretty sure, they were looking out the exit door.

Waiola intertwined her fingers with Crystals, smiling. "Whatever you say." She replied as the lesbians walk back towards their house. The house was on the smaller, but not too small. It was a cream colored house with blue trim, doors, and window shutters. There were lots of windows. The house was just a few feet away from the sand, just over the threshold where the grass started to grow.

Ariana slowly looked up at him, taking her a moment to recognize him. She stopped walking and let out a shaky breath through her nose. "What is there to think over? Everything seems pretty clear to me." She muttered, her voice ice cold. Her glowing eye was still twitching, but now trails of electricity were traveling across her skin at random intervals.

Juliettee snorted at the comment, turning her head towards him. "I'll keep that in mind tonight," she retorted flirtatiously, adding a little wink. She saw the distasteful look he gave towards himself when he looked into the mirror, and she seemed to frown slightly at that. As far as she was concerned, she thought he was stunningly handsome and unique. She swerved her head in front of him, only to let out an "Aha!" when she saw she had found the exit door. "See? No need to rush through here," she chirped happily as she pushed open the door.

Crystal grinned up at her before they started towards their little beach house. Everything was so tame and quiet here. She took a deep breath in, smelling the salt water and sun-bleached sand. "What are you craving today, beautiful?" She asked once they had entered the naturally lit house.

Batman was treading in dangerous waters. Ariana was a ticking time bomb, and Batman was the one with the wire cutter. "Go be with your kids. You're going to have to think about how to tell them." He wished that Wally would come swimming out of the water and crawl up on the banks of the river, but he was carrying the thing of his destruction. There was no way that even the Flash could walk away from that.

Oh, god yes. Ryan thought, staring at her with bambi eyes. "Yeah, but it woulda been a lot, you know, quicker." Ryan replied, leaving the house of Mirrors. "But hey, our worst enemy yet has been defeated. The house of miiiiirors." He announced in a silly voice, brushing his ginger spikes out with his free hand.

Waiola sat down at the little island in the kitchen, leaning back against the white stool. "Leftover would be fine, unless you wanna go all out." Waiola replied, changing her position so she could lean against her elbows on the table. She looked out one of the many windows out at the sea. "I really like it here."

Ariana's eyes began to water at just the thought of her kids. The brightest part of her eyes that was considered her pupils flickered around the ground, as if she were looking for something. One could see how she withered slightly, both mentally and physically. "Yeah...you're probably right," she agreed in a quiet voice. Her broken heart crumbled into pieces. She clutched the yellow earpiece, the last remnant of Wally, tighter. Without saying another word, she disappeared with a spark in the air to return to Alex and Melanie.

Juliettee spun around to face him once they left the house of mirrors, still holding his hand. She giggled at the voice, grinning up at him. "Now, we're going to the Ferris Wheel," she hummed, bouncing up and down like a little kid excited to finally be big enough to ride the rides. She began tugging him towards the spinning ride.

Crystal thought about the options and decided that leftovers it would be because she was a lazy piece of sh*t. She turned towards the fridge and rummaged around for whatever she could find. When Waiola spoke, her pale blue eyes glanced towards the windows as she slowly nodded. "So do I," she agreed, directing her attention back to the fridge. "It's a lot calmer here than with my family."

Batman watched the now widow spark into nothing. He sighed, and turned to the cops. It was time for them to do their job. He called the Bat plane and set a course back to Gotham.

"Oh my god, you are just too cute for my lil' heart to handle." Ryan bluntly said, the red of his freckled cheeks deepening as he spoke. "L-let's go before you explode with excitement." He muttered, running ahead, teasing her with taunting expressions like a child. "More like I'll get there before you explode!"

"No kidding," Waiola added, smirking, "the two speedsters and the two spark-plugs, what else could create a crazier situation? Certainly not two lesibains, one with sparkle powers and one with magic makeover powers."

As soon as Ariana appeared in Alex's apartment where he and her little girl were playing, she broke down into ugly, heart-broken sobs. Alex placed Melanie on the couch before hurrying over to her. "Woah, woah! What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asked, helping Ariana to her feet by hugging her to his chest. He could strong zaps of energy coming off of her and shocking him, but he could barely feel them at that moment.
"He-He's....He's dead," Ariana sobbed, the glowing blue eyes gushing with tears. There was a surge throughout the whole building, making the lights flicker and buzz.
Alex didn't need any more information to know who it was she was so distraught about. Suddenly, she pushed off of him and clambered over to couch and her daughter. Taking Melanie into her arms, Ariana cradled the little girl who simply allowed her mother to do so without argument or knowing what was going on.

Juliettee laughed at his deeply blushing cheeks; just how count cute could he be? Giggling, she ran after him at an impressive speed considering she was wearing heels. "No fair!" She called to him, avoiding a cluster of people here and there. "I'm wearing heels and you're faster than me!" She had to slow her pace because of a mother struggling to handle her kids. Juliettee sighed and turned a different way before disappearing between some booths. Then suddenly, she was at the Ferris Wheel line before him, obviously having used her transporting abilities to get there.

Crystal snorted. She opened her mouth to say something else but stopped when she heard her phone buzz in her back pocket. She closed the fridge with a container in her hand while the other took the phone out. "Crystal Russell," She answered automatically. Her features went from frowning to her mouth gaping open and her eyes beginning to water.
"Are you sure?" She asked, her voice breaking a little. The person on the other end said something else before she slowly nodded. "Yeah, I'll be right there." Then she hung up the phone.
An furious look engulfed her face, something that hadn't been present in awhile since they had moved. Both of her hands were shaking, which luckily she had already put the container down, but she rose her muscular arm in preparation to chuck her phone at the wall. She took in a deep breath and gently placed her phone on the counter before she broke. She was still shaking but she was managing from doing anything brash. She quickly turned on her heel and headed out the back door. She reached the slab of metal that, by the help of some friends of hers, she wasn't able to break. She gave a quick burst of a shout then punched the slab before following it with multiple throws. When she came back inside, her knuckles with broken and bleeding.
"Wally's dead," Crystal murmured as her excuse for the spurt of anger. She glanced towards Waiola with wet, sad eyes as she walked over to the sink to rinse her hands.

Ryan stared at Juliettee. Something told him that he wasn't gonna win this race, so he wasn't very surprised to see her there. Besides, it was easier for her to hide and use her powers than it was for his. A giant gust of wind on a clear, still, summer night was unheard of. He jumped in line with her, nudging her with an elbow. "What took you so long?" He joked, fully aware that she was there moments before he was.

Waiola's left hand covered her mouth, trying to hide the look of sorrow. "O-oh my god." She gasped. Obviously, they all were going to die young....but Wally. He could outrun anything! But then again, she didn't know the guy that long. There wasn't a Flash in the first two previous universes that she had lived in. She didn't cry, and she wasn't going to cry, but Crystal was crying. She didn't know what to say, what to do. She scooched out of her chain and walked over to Crystal, her arms wrapping around her. "I'm so sorry, Crystal."

Juliettee grinned at him. "Oh, you know, I had to reroute," she said, shrugging. She pinched his sleeve and pulled him down far enough so that she could peck his cheek. "For someone so fast, you're pretty slow." She joked, laughing. The line to the Ferris Wheel was short so they managed to get a seat before the next spin was full.

Crystal stopped washing her hands and just let them rest against the edge of the sink, the water still running. Small trails of tears tracked down her cheeks as she took a deep breath in. At Waiola's embrace, she leaned her head back to rest against her shoulder. "Ariana is probably really f*cked up right now," she comment under her breath. "Alex needs my help to keep her contained so that he can call Ryan." The thought of how big of a mess her family was going to be after this was headache inducing. Her family was small, but the death of someone would be a heavy impact.
"That f*cker probably got himself killed with a bomb, he never really had much luck with bombs," Crystal contemplated before turning off the sink.

Ryan buckled the seatbelt and the wheel began to turn. "Man, I love these." He said as the wheel moved upwards. "I once when on when where they locked you into a cage, and it did flips as the wheel spun. It was crazy!" He leaned back against the chair, stretching his arms upward before resting one of his arms around Juliettee's shoulders. He checked his phone with the other hand. "As great of a ride this is, this might have to be our last ride. I did tell my dad that I'd be there tonight for his movie marathon."

"...and something tells me that's not going to go so well..." Waiola muttered, letting the thought hang. "So, when are we leaving?" She asked, using some of her fingers to brush some of Crystal's tears away. Her fingers brush lightly from her wet cheek to her ombre curls to move them away from her face.

Juliettee seated and buckled herself next to Ryan. She leaned forward to peer over the edge as the wheel began to move. "I've been on the London Eye before, but obviously that's incredibly different from this," she recalled, leaning back in her seat. When he draped his arm around her shoulders, she leaned into him with her cheek against his shoulder so she could look up at him. "You remember I suggested that we make out on the Ferris Wheel? I wasn't joking, come here," she proclaimed, grinning at him.

Crystal let her eyes shut for the moment Waiola brushed a tear and her curls away. "I don't know if I want you to come," she spoke honestly. "I don't want you getting hurt if Ariana is as volatile as Alex made it seem." She could use Waiola for support but Alex and her were both immune to Ariana's electricity to a larger extinct than Waiola was.

"Trust me," Ryan whispered softly, turning his head and moving closer to Juliettee, "I didn't forget." And just like that, lips met lips once again. His arm slid down her back and brought her closer to him. His other hand rested on her knee. The most stereotypical makeout scenario. A ferris wheel, under a bright moon, stars, and several dozen feet above the ground.

Waiola frowned. Normally, she'd fight her on this, but this was Ariana they were talking about. And she just lost the love of her life and with Waiola being as blown up as she was right now...

"Fine." Waiola replied, sitting back down at the table. "I'll stay, but you will call me." Waiola basically ordered. She'd just be in the way, and in a delicate situation like this, it was better that a pregnant lady wasn't in the middle of it.

Juliettee was eager to meet his lips half way, sitting up to kiss him. She brought both hands up and let them rest on his neck. She had always seen scenes like this in movies, but she had to admit experiencing it was a lot better than watching it. And, of course, the best part: one of their phones ringing. Juliettee broke away to let out an extremely irritated groan. "I swear if it's Katherine," she grumbled, digging her phone out of her purse. Her eyebrows rose. "It's not me for once."
Alex was calling Ryan.

Crystal looked at her lover and gave a gentle smile. "Thank you, baby," she told her. She pocketed her phone then walked over to her. She cupped both of Waiola's cheeks and kissed her lips. "I will call you when everything is dealt with." She lingered close to her for a moment. "I love you," she murmured, kissing one more time. Then she stepped and geo-leapt to Alex's apartment.

Ryan groaned, pulling out his phone. "I swear if it's one of those telemarketers-" He looked at the incoming number. "Oh, that's weird. Alex is calling me." He swiped to answer. "Hey, what's up, Alex?" He asked, winking at his girlfriend.

Juliettee giggled at the wink, resting her cheek back against his shoulder.
"Ryan, where are you right now?" Alex asked, his tone deadly serious and gruff, meaning he was speaking quietly to avoid someone hearing him. There was hint of sadness in his voice but not enough to be prominent.