Wash rolls to his feet in time to see the fridge slam backwards on the ground, wrapped in chains. "Good work." Barry looks like he's okay, Dave far less so, but for now they're all alive and the Joker is captured, and that's going to have to be good enough. He retrieves his mangled helmet from the ground and maglocks it to his hip as he turns to head towards Dave and Barry.
It's a relief to see Kid Q and Brainy, and to hear that things are going well. He knows he still needs to be alert - that the fight's not quite over - but he can still feel the beginnings of exhaustion pulling at his limbs, the start of battle-fueled adrenaline starting to fade. Whatever. As long as he doesn't collapse before he makes it back to Legion World, he'll be fine.
Also, his back is fucking killing him, what with the pieces of glass still embedded in there, but he'll worry about that when this is all over. He'll be fine.
And then Brainy says that, and Kid Q looks like she's seen a ghost, and the narrative causality that runs his life is definitely enough of a bitch to throw an even bigger threat their way at the end of the fight, and he whips around, ready for whatever other danger is approaching-
And sees Yuuri, holding a very familiar and very dead body.
He would rather have had the fight. This is so much worse.
He takes a knee next to Yuuri, not bothering to hide a wince as pain lances up his back, and puts his hands on Yuuri's shoulders, gently pulling him upright. He then wraps Yuuri in a hug, holding him tightly. "It's not your fault." The denial is firm, almost fierce. Yuuri just got started as a Legionnaire, he just found his confidence, and the last thing he needs to do is blame himself for a teammate's death. That way lies only ruin; the least he can do is try to save Yuuri from that.
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Wash rolls to his feet in time to see the fridge slam backwards on the ground, wrapped in chains. "Good work." Barry looks like he's okay, Dave far less so, but for now they're all alive and the Joker is captured, and that's going to have to be good enough. He retrieves his mangled helmet from the ground and maglocks it to his hip as he turns to head towards Dave and Barry.
It's a relief to see Kid Q and Brainy, and to hear that things are going well. He knows he still needs to be alert - that the fight's not quite over - but he can still feel the beginnings of exhaustion pulling at his limbs, the start of battle-fueled adrenaline starting to fade. Whatever. As long as he doesn't collapse before he makes it back to Legion World, he'll be fine.
Also, his back is fucking killing him, what with the pieces of glass still embedded in there, but he'll worry about that when this is all over. He'll be fine.
And then Brainy says that, and Kid Q looks like she's seen a ghost, and the narrative causality that runs his life is definitely enough of a bitch to throw an even bigger threat their way at the end of the fight, and he whips around, ready for whatever other danger is approaching-
And sees Yuuri, holding a very familiar and very dead body.
He would rather have had the fight. This is so much worse.
He takes a knee next to Yuuri, not bothering to hide a wince as pain lances up his back, and puts his hands on Yuuri's shoulders, gently pulling him upright. He then wraps Yuuri in a hug, holding him tightly. "It's not your fault." The denial is firm, almost fierce. Yuuri just got started as a Legionnaire, he just found his confidence, and the last thing he needs to do is blame himself for a teammate's death. That way lies only ruin; the least he can do is try to save Yuuri from that.