What was a hero?
There were many answers. In different people's eyes, there were different kinds of heroes.
The standard for judging this was extremely vague, but without exception, anyone who could be called a hero had done something that deeply moved others.
Ordinary people could not do such things because they were often irrational and went against one's own interests. When someone else could do them, people could not help but admire them from the bottom of their hearts.
Wally was a classic Superhero. He had made mistakes and fallen into confusion, but at critical moments, he had always stepped forward.
Empowered by the Speed Force, the world around him slowed down. Most people's movements seemed frozen; crystalline droplets hung in midair, and even his powerful teammates slowed their steps, becoming like slow-motion footage from a movie.
Shazam, his face full of terror, hid the game console behind his back, probably afraid it would get wet; Donna pulled Element Woman and leaped out the window, somehow already gripping her shield to block the urine; meanwhile, Muscle Mystery Man was extremely anxious, seemingly unable to remember which muscle could help him avoid water.
And when he saw Deathstroke holding up a bug-eyed Bobo as a shield, covering his own face as he rapidly retreated, Wally understood.
"I'm Wally West, and I'm The Flash!!!"
His faith as a Superhero solidified. Amid crackling lightning, he made a major choice in his life!
Drawing upon his remaining strength once more, he threw himself onto Chief without hesitation, using his own body to block the wildly spraying liquid.
His chest was instantly soaked by warm, slick fluid. He knew what it was without touching it, but before closing his eyes, his heart was calm, because he knew that with his sacrifice, his friends would