In DC Comics New 52, something is wrong, something is missing.
They tell me that Barry Allen is the fastest man alive. They tell me that Barry Allen is the Flash.
They are wrong. While Barry Allen is one of the fastest men alive, he is only ‘a’ Flash.
Wally West is the Flash.
More importantly he is my Flash. For some Wally was always the Flash, Barry a distant memory. I remember Wally as the original Kid Flash. I remember him as Dick Grayson’s best friend. I remember the Teen Titan. I was there when he hung up the Kid Flash costume and I was there when he first donned the scarlet colors of the Flash. Nothing can ever take those memories from me.
Barry Allen is a great hero, but for me he is just kind of there. He never really connected with me.
Wally on the other hand. I watched him grow into the hero he was. It was a true heroes journey. He had given up the super-hero life only to pick it back up to honor his mentor, his friend. Wally wanted to be the Flash but he never wanted to replace Barry. For years he was the fastest man alive, still never faster than Barry had been. In time he realized his potential, he realized being the hero he was meant to be did not mean making people forget about Barry. It meant reminding people of the man who came before, reminding them of his legacy.
From sidekick to man to hero to legend, Wally had a long twisting journey till he found himself side by side with his heroes. No longer the sidekick, the little brother, now he was a legend in his own right.
Now he is gone…
The Flash is dead. Long live the Flash.
Long live Wally West.