Being in a baby carrier is an experience, let me tell you. However, it can't match up to the whole ordeal of wishing for a new life and then waking up as the infant child of two fictional characters. I've spent the last five and a half months dealing with the fact that I might have died and that one of my previously thought to be fictional parents is Barry Allen, better known to all non-comic lovers as the superhero, Flash. In my time as Crispin Benedict Allen, I have met multiple other characters I use to idolize and care for. Wally West- my new cousin and Barry Allen's nephew by marriage- has by far been my favorite with his wild stories and dedication to play with me every time he's visits. At nine years old, Wally is the best child ever.…show more content… Shoving my face into his neck while fussing and trying not to cry; which is extremely difficult with the emotional maturity of an infant. I can hear people escaping this awkward situation. Hal, who had been strangely quiet the whole time, spoke up, but I couldn't bother picking up my head from Superman's neck-as I started crying-to see him. "Come on, Barry! Calm down! You're scaring Tiny Flash; your little pride and joy, Crispin!" "The kid's name is Crispin? What kind of name is that?" "Not the time, Green Arrow! Get out!" Superman shouted. Batman began to reason with Dad as well as can be expected, "Flash! Calm down! We have Justice League members who are doctors! We'll set an appointment up with one of them!" I am hungry and tired! And-And… Daddy! I want my Daddy! I began screaming and banging my fists, "Da! Daaaaa!" . . . "Crispin?" Dad called out as I was taken back into his arms, "Shhh, bud. It'll be alright. Dad just got worried about what's gonna happen to you as you get older." He rubbed my back as he whispered things in my ear, "I got a little too scared, huh?" Humming, Dad rocked me in his arms until my eyes closed. I heard only one thing as I fell asleep, "You're all Daddy's wishes come true; We'll figure this all
