Chapter 70 – "a dream or a nightmare "
They stared at Dante.
No one said anything anymore.
No more trembling voices. No more questions. No accusations.
Just silence.
Fear.
The kind of fear that sticks to your skin long after the danger passes. The kind you don't speak about. Because saying it out loud gives it power.
Barry didn't move.
Oliver didn't breathe.
They didn't understand what just happened. They only knew one thing:
They trusted Dante.
He was their friend.
More than that.
He was family.
But even they couldn't explain what the others saw in him—what they felt. That creeping sense of dread. That whisper in the back of their minds that this man should not exist.
And then it happened.
There was no sound.
No warning.
Just light.
Blinding, brilliant light—like a door to heaven thrown open.
It poured in from the ruined windows of the training hall, silent as snowfall, yet brighter than any sun.
And then it moved.
Fast.
It swallowed Sara.
Then Batwoman.
Ronnie and martin
Then Oliver.
Barry turned, "Wait—!"
Gone.
The light snatched him too.
Kara tried to fly—tried to move—but she vanished in it before she could speak.
Dante was the last.
He didn't even flinch as it took him.
His eyes closed.
His cigarette fell to the floor.
And then—
Darkness.
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The Dominators' Mothership
The chamber was vast. Quiet. Glowing with soft blue light that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Inside were seven suspended pods.
Each one contained a dream.
Not a trap.
A gift.
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Barry's Dream
He wasn't the Flash.
He was just Barry Allen.
His parents were alive.
He was married to Patty Spivot.
They lived in a small, quiet house in the suburbs of Central City.
Every morning, he kissed his wife, hugged his dad, joked with his mom, and walked to work with no super speed, no villains, no death.
Just life.
Perfect and painfully impossible.
And he smiled.
Because for a while, he believed it.
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Oliver's Dream
He never boarded the Queen's Gambit.
He never got stranded.
He never had to kill.
His parents were alive, proud of him.
He ran Queen Consolidated with dignity and compassion.
He married Laurel.
Tommy was his best man.
The Glades were safe.
There was no Arrow. No hood. No scars.
Just Oliver Queen.
The man his father always wanted him to be.
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Sara's Dream
She was with Laurel, laughing, sipping coffee in a Star City café.
She was normal.
No blood on her hands.
No death.
Just a sister. A daughter. A friend.
Whole again.
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Batwoman's Dream
Gotham wasn't broken.
Her father was proud of her.
She found someone who saw through the armor, through the pain—someone she loved.
And more importantly—someone who stayed.
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Kara's Dream
She was still Supergirl.
But the world didn't fear her.
They loved her.
Cheered her name.
No angry mobs.
No whispers of "alien."
She was home.
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Their minds were linked.
Trapped.
Happy.
Unaware.
But dreams crack when truth scratches hard enough.
And the first crack came with Barry.
He stood in his living room.
He looked around.
At his mom's smile.
His dad's hug.
At Patty's love.
But something was wrong.
Too clean.
Too safe.
Too perfect.
And then, on the TV, a news anchor spoke the words that shattered it all:
> "...And once again, no metahuman crime reported in Central City. The speedster, The Red Doom—has kept the world in peace."
Barry froze.
"...What?"
His mom looked at him. "Is something wrong, Barry?"
He backed away.
The walls began to blur.
Memories fought their way through.
His mom died.
Reverse Flash killed her.
That life is gone.
And yet...
He remembered something else—Dante killed Thawne. Ended it all in seconds. No war. No Flashpoint. No broken timelines.
Just peace.
But that wasn't real either.
Barry clenched his fists. Closed his eyes.
And whispered, "This isn't real."
Light burst from his body—
And he woke up.
Not in the real world.
But in Oliver's dream.
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Barry grabbed him. "Oliver. You need to listen to me. This isn't real."
Oliver frowned. "Barry, what the hell are you talking about? This—this is everything we ever wanted."
"No. It's everything we lost."
Oliver's eyes flickered. The name Dante echoed in the distance.
He flinched.
His memories stirred.
And when he saw the scar on Barry's shoulder—the one from Zoom that didn't exist in this world—he knew.
"This is a dream," Oliver whispered.
Together, they surged out—breaking the mental lock.
One by one, they crashed into the others' dreams:
Sara, crying as Laurel vanished.
Batwoman, shattering the image of her lover.
Kara, sobbing as the crowd that once adored her turned into statues—silent, empty.
Ronnie and martin work up as well from q long dream where there life was perfect
And then…
Only one remained.
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Dante.
They arrived in his mind.
The difference was immediate.
This wasn't a dream.
It was a vision.
Of terror.
They stood in the ruins of Central City.
Burned.
Shattered.
The sky was black.
Red lightning cracked across the heavens, no longer natural, no longer bound by time or speed.
Buildings were ash.
Cars melted to their frames.
And there, in the heart of it all—he stood.
Dante.
The Red Doom.
His black and red suit pulsed with demonic energy.
His hands dripped blood.
Laughter—twisted, guttural, echoed across the dead city.
Around him—
The bodies of every hero.
Every villain.
Dead.
Supergirl's cape burned on a streetlamp.
Oliver's bow snapped in half.
Firestorm's atoms disintegrated in midair.
All gone.
All silent.
And Dante—he stood above it all, arms wide, eyes glowing crimson.
Barry stepped forward. "Dante?"
The laughter stopped.
Dante turned.
His face was wrong.
His grin stretched too wide.
Eyes no longer human.
He looked at them—and through them.
Like they were illusions in his dream.
"You're here," he said, voice hollow. "But you're too late."
Kara shook her head. "This… this isn't who you are."
"Isn't it?" Dante asked.
"I've seen death," he whispered. "Lived it. Became it."
He walked forward, leaving trails of blood and ash behind.
"This is the world you couldn't protect."
He looked at Barry. "You hesitated."
Then to Oliver. "You hoped."
Then to Kara. "You believed."
He stopped inches from them.
"I did none of those things."
And then—
He snapped his fingers.
Red lightning surged.
The entire dreamscape shattered like glass.
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Reality
The pods opened one by one.
Sara gasped awake.
Kara screamed.
Oliver clutched his chest.
Barry looked around, wide-eyed.
They were still in the Dominators' ship.
Still alive.
But none of them felt it.
Dante stood at the far end of the chamber.
Back to them.
His fists clenched.
The red lightning crackled around him—real now. Not just a dream.
Barry stepped forward.
"Dante—what was that?"
He didn't answer.
Kara whispered, "Was that a future?"
Sara: "Was that a nightmare?"
Batwoman: "Or was it a memory?"
Dante exhaled slowly.
And spoke without turning.
"No."
"It was a warning."
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