We open on a CLOSE UP of Wally, in costume, as he speeds towards us. Behind him we can see lines spreading backwards, depicting the SPEED FORCE.
PROFILE shot of Wally as he continues to speed forwards, lines blurring past him.
The speed force changed me. Or I adapted to it. Hard to say which.
CUT TO a shot of a LARGE TREE that has fallen across a deserted highway running through a thick forest. We can see a red and yellow blurred line coming towards it and then out the other side, showing us that Wally has vibrated through the tree.
CLOSE UP on Wally’s eyes, concentrating.
My mind has to work quicker than my feet.
A shot of the red and yellow blur shooting across the surface of a lake.
It has to. I’m the world’s greatest multi-tasker.
CLOSE UP on Wally’s mouth. He allows himself a smile.
The only drawback?
There are no surpr--
CRACK! Wally is stopped in his tracks by a sudden punch to his jaw by a red gloved fist.
Large panel. Wally lies on the floor, partially propped up on his elbows. He looks up at the FIGURE towering over him with confusion.
The figure standing over him wears a Flash costume just like Wally’s (if we’re going to be sticklers for detail, the shading is slightly darker). This Flash’s legs though have been amputated below the knee. In the place of the regular limbs are what can only be described as Oscar Pistorius’ sprinter blades crossed with Kirby-tech.
OLD MAN WEST
...we need to talk.