I'm the Flash

Donnie was like a bystander, quietly watching the Flash stubbornly march toward death.

He had done everything he could and fulfilled his duty to the fullest. He would not be like Superman or Batman, willing to be hated by the Flash just to stop him from doing something foolish.

The entire world began to fracture. Those cracks spreading everywhere were countless Death's scythes, grinning viciously as they slashed at Barry Allen, who had no idea what the consequences would be.

"Another great superhero has fallen..." Donnie murmured.

He watched quietly as the scene slowed to a halt, personally witnessing the overwhelming backlash roar toward the Flash like a tsunami.

Even with the Speed Force empowering Barry, he still seemed far too insignificant before the mad retaliation of an entire world.

If it had been Savitar or Ultimate Flash, nothing would have happened to them. But for this Barry, who had yet to grow and would never have the chance to grow, it was all but over.

Barry's eyes widened until they nearly split apart. He watched helplessly as his mother's face drifted farther and farther away, while fine cracks appeared across his own body and gradually spread. The breath of life was rapidly leaving him, and agonizing pain tormented him.

Stiffly turning his head, Barry stared blankly at Donnie, whose figure had already blurred. He opened his mouth as though he wanted to ask something, but no sound came out.

"Don't look at me like that. There's nothing I can do. Right now, I'm only a tiny shred of will. Stopping you just now already exhausted what little power I had left..."

Donnie shook his head. His figure turned illusory and began slowly fading away.

He was not lying. There truly was nothing he could do.

Donnie's true body was