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You had been too young to remember much the night that your mother died. The only thing that had stood out in your fragile 5-year-old mind was a person inside a yellow streak. He wore a suit of red, but even with his mask you had always thought that he looked so much like your brother. It was his eyes, you had reasoned.

He had taken you and Barry far away from home faster than you could blink. He had been so kind to you two, and handled you with such care that you would have thought the flash man was your brother if Barry hadn’t been standing right next to you. He had even given you the same smile that Barry saved just for you.

Once the flash man disappeared, you turned to look at Barry, who looked just as surprised as you. He, however, snapped out of it first.

“We gotta get back to mom!”

You blinked, hugging the blanket you had taken a little closer. Now that the flash man was gone, fear was starting to set in. “Yeah, but I don’t know where we are…”

Barry’s gaze softened, and he reached out to take your hand. You waited no time, gripping his tightly, seeking any comfort from your older brother that you could get. “Just follow me, okay Squirt?”

You couldn’t even get mad at him for the dreaded nickname, so you simply nodded. Barry gave you a small smile, and then tugged you along in a brisk run. And while you were 5 years younger, you managed to keep up for half the way before tugging on Barry’s arm, asking him to slow down.

Barry stopped completely, and then knelt down and lifted you onto his back. Once you were safely secure he took off again.

When you got back to your small house, you were surprised to find the place flooded with police cars. Barry had slowed enough to let you jump off his back, and the two of you looked around, confused, before spotting paramedics quickly wheeling someone out of the front door.

You only needed to see the flash of blond hair to know who it was.

“Bar?” You asked, tugging on Barry’s sleeve as you looked back at him with wide eyes. “What are they doing to mom?”

Barry didn’t answer.

“Bar?”

And then Barry took off running, leaving you on the lawn. He was heading straight for your mother, and he would have made it if Joe hadn’t been coming out of the house at that exact moment.

He stopped the 10 year old before he could get to her, holding Barry back as he struggled violently. His struggling only intensified as they pushed your father out of the house in cuffs, and all you could do was stare with wide eyes as tears started to fall down your cheeks.

You may have only been 5, but you knew very well what was happening.

You finally found the strength to run over to Barry, tripping and stumbling along the way, and when you reached your brother you heard Joe say something about it being your father’s fault before Barry went limp, giving up.

“Barry?” You squeaked, reaching out your hand as you held your blanket close. Both Joe and Barry have you sad looks, and when they did you saw something you could never forget.

Barry was crying. Your big, strong, smart, idiot brother was crying.

And that had been the first and last time in 15 years he ever did.

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You had been too young to remember much the night that your mother died. The only thing that had stood out in your fragile 5-year-old mind was a person inside a yellow streak. He wore a suit of red, but even with his mask you had always thought that he looked so much like your brother. It was his eyes, you had reasoned.

He had taken you and Barry far away from home faster than you could blink. He had been so kind to you two, and handled you with such care that you would have thought the flash man was your brother if Barry hadn’t been standing right next to you. He had even given you the same smile that Barry saved just for you.

Once the flash man disappeared, you turned to look at Barry, who looked just as surprised as you. He, however, snapped out of it first.

“We gotta get back to mom!”

You blinked, hugging the blanket you had taken a little closer. Now that the flash man was gone, fear was starting to set in. “Yeah, but I don’t know where we are…”

Barry’s gaze softened, and he reached out to take your hand. You waited no time, gripping his tightly, seeking any comfort from your older brother that you could get. “Just follow me, okay Squirt?”

You couldn’t even get mad at him for the dreaded nickname, so you simply nodded. Barry gave you a small smile, and then tugged you along in a brisk run. And while you were 5 years younger, you managed to keep up for half the way before tugging on Barry’s arm, asking him to slow down.

Barry stopped completely, and then knelt down and lifted you onto his back. Once you were safely secure he took off again.

When you got back to your small house, you were surprised to find the place flooded with police cars. Barry had slowed enough to let you jump off his back, and the two of you looked around, confused, before spotting paramedics quickly wheeling someone out of the front door.

You only needed to see the flash of blond hair to know who it was.

“Bar?” You asked, tugging on Barry’s sleeve as you looked back at him with wide eyes. “What are they doing to mom?”

Barry didn’t answer.

“Bar?”

And then Barry took off running, leaving you on the lawn. He was heading straight for your mother, and he would have made it if Joe hadn’t been coming out of the house at that exact moment.

He stopped the 10 year old before he could get to her, holding Barry back as he struggled violently. His struggling only intensified as they pushed your father out of the house in cuffs, and all you could do was stare with wide eyes as tears started to fall down your cheeks.

You may have only been 5, but you knew very well what was happening.

You finally found the strength to run over to Barry, tripping and stumbling along the way, and when you reached your brother you heard Joe say something about it being your father’s fault before Barry went limp, giving up.

“Barry?” You squeaked, reaching out your hand as you held your blanket close. Both Joe and Barry have you sad looks, and when they did you saw something you could never forget.

Barry was crying. Your big, strong, smart, idiot brother was crying.

And that had been the first and last time in 15 years he ever did.