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Epilogue

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A/n: Considering letting you guys translate what's in this yourselves...I think I will, end on a mysterious note

"In the end, we'll all become stories" {unknown}

The years weren't easy, but they weren't necessarily difficult either. I woke up in the hospital, Wally awake at my side-- the three coffee cups on the table letting me know how. We hugged, and cried, and then I made him go home and shower. In his place, came the villains, and after them the team, then the league. The hospital staff was likely confused seeing so many faces- famous or otherwise- coming in and out during visiting hours.

My recovery was the hardest part, but with my family by my side, supporting me through every painful step, I made it through. Even though the hospital wasn't aware of my alter-ego, they still gave me clear enough instructions for me to know that I couldn't do hero work for at least a year.

Wally was very thankful for that.

It gave me enough time to get through my undergrad and move on to my doctorate. Wally graduated and moved on to work in chemistry. Despite my lack of hero work, that didn't stop me from keeping up with the team. And that leash that had been so tight, loosened and loosened until it didn't exist anymore.

From there, I began my life-- with some help from Bruce and Lex to make it seem like I hadn't been hidden from the world for sixteen years. I finished my schooling and got a job, moving in with Wally officially. Within that time, I did a little vigilante work here and there with Jason, riding the line between hero and villain. It was where I lived best.

From there, came an obvious engagement and wedding between me and Wally. The wedding was attended by former villains and heroes alike, along with Lucy as the flower girl. Our married life was 'average'. As average as it could be considering who we were. We had our disagreements and tensions, but none of that could overshadow the love we felt for each other. We spent five years apart, thinking we hated each other-- we weren't going to jeopardize our happiness again.

It was after three years of marriage that we looked into adoption, and found the twins. The loves of our lives. They were about to be seperated by the system as babies, destined to never know their other half. Until Bruce stepped in and worked his magic.

Our family was complete.

"Mom?"

"Your past truly does flash by your eyes," I muttered, smiling up at the twins, "Why are you crying? Did you think I was immortal? Your grandfather may have been, but I'm anything but."

"We love you Mom," Jess, my little girl, grabbed my hand. She reminded me so much of Wally, not because of her looks but because of her ability to make anyone smile, "We love you so much."

"I love you too," I reached out to Peter, my little mamma's boy, and took his hand, "I've done many things in this world. Some good, some bad. But you two, you're the best."

My kids wiped their eyes, smiling sadly.

"Tell them I love them," I ordered them, referring to their kids, my grandkids, "And the team members that are left, too. I'm going to see your father, and your grandparents, and your aunts and uncles. I'm going to-"

That was it. My head fell back, and I closed my eyes. The last thing my earthly body heard was the flatline of the heart monitor, and my last breath.

My soul left my body, and travelled up; which was a good sign. I felt a body being made for me, new and free of pain. When I opened my new eyes I smiled joyously. All of the fallen heroes and family were standing around me, welcoming me with open arms to my afterlife.

"I missed you babe," Wally was in his late twenties, his 'prime'.

"They're sad," I whispered. My voice no longer held age. I could assume I was in my twenties as well.

"Then let's go make them happy."

I blinked and I was floating at the back of a funeral; my funeral. No confusion crossed through my mind at the skip in time. There was no such thing in the afterlife. I understood that time worked differently.

I saw my children. Peter and his husband, and Jess with hers. All of their children were hugging them and crying. My casket was in front of them, surrounded by all the other people I had touched.

Moving forward, I placed my hand on my daughter's shoulder, Wally doing the same to our son. Their tears stopped, and they shared small smiles. It worked.

"Remember when you came out," Jess giggled quietly, "And they both said they already knew and didn't care."

"Dad told me at least half of the heroes were on the spectrum. He said 'You can't wear spanx everyday and not be somewhere along that line.' Then he pulled up a picture of Uncle Dick."

"I remember that too." The only one who heard my voice was Wally.

"Grandma helped me cast my first spell," little Lizzie mumbled, "I got to talk to Great Grandma Jess."

Jace- Peter and his husband's adopted son- stepped forward with a large bouquet of blood red roses. He placed them on the casket, stepping back as it lowered into the ground.

"Come on kids," Jess put a hand on each of her kid's shoulders, "She always said we had to eat at Olive Garden after she passed. The same way we did with your grandpa."

"They loved the unlimited breadsticks."

"It was always great being able to eat how many I wanted without having to pay," Wally chuckled.

My children slowly walked away from my casket as it reached its final point in the ground. I smiled at their receding forms. Holding out my hands, I muttered a few words. Blinking, I popped back up in the deep grave. Bending down, I snapped my fingers, and placed the item I summoned at the center of the bouquet.

A black rose.

I blinked again and I was back on the ground in the cemetery. It was snowing. A few months must have passed while I was underground. Wally was still there, waiting for me patiently.

"Took you long enough," he joked.

Laughing, I reached out for his hand and looped his fingers through mine, enjoying the warmth that emanated from it. It was due to his body, but pure energy, more powerful.

Glancing back, I looked over the headstones in front of me; each belonging to a fallen hero. Mine was next to Wally's. A bright light shone in front of us and I knew we were returning to the Afterlife. I was excited to see my family and be with them for the rest of time.

"Do you think we made a difference?" Wally questioned as we stepped into the light, the Earth fading around us.

"Yeah. We only saved the world once or twice."

Ave Atque Vale

(Y/n) (M/n) West

Mother, Wife, Hero

"Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus"