[ WP ] An aging hero visits an old friend for the last time .

`` Barbara.'' I started. My carefully thought out introduction falling to shambles as she opened the door to her home. Dear God she was just as beautiful as I remembered. So many years had passed for me but she was still in her early thirties. 
 
 Her jewel green eyes opened first in surprise before her face flashed through several emotions. The surprise gave way to recognition, which turned into anger which quickly became pity as she noted the slumped shoulders, the gray hair, liver spots and cane I now needed to walk. `` Jim.'' She finally said to me, concern replacing the pity and causing her to frown. 
 
 `` I... I do n't have much time now Barbara. May I come in?'' 
 
 She hesitated and I felt fear. So badly I wanted to sit down one last time, so that I could say goodbye. Finally, she squared her shoulders as if she were about to do battle and I knew she had decided. Without a word she stepped to the side and ushered me in. 
 
 The house was smaller than I remembered but that was because she had filled it with her belongings. I remembered pleading for her to let me buy a bigger place for them, that it was the least I could do. 
 
 `` What do you want Jim?'' Her voice came from behind me. She was still standing at the door. Probably trying to decide if she wanted to open it back up and kick me out. 
 
 `` Tell me what you're here for Jim!'' This time there was a catch in her voice. No no no, I had n't wanted her to cry. Before I could open respond she continued in a rush. The carefully held emotions rushing out. 
 
 `` For you to show up here looking like that I know your time has run out Jim! Years and years ago we both talked about how playing with time was going to catch up to you but you refused to listen! There was always a another villain you needed to stop. Even when I walked out of your life you could n't stop'' 
 
 I was silent after her accusations. They were all true. Back then I thought I needed to save everyone. Be a hero everywhere. While back at home I lost more and more chances to spend time with my wife and show her how much I love her. Until it finally became too much. She packed up and left. 
 
 `` Barbara... is... is there a way I can see him once more?'' I could barely speak through the catch in my own throat. 
 
 `` I'm sorry Jim, I'm so so sorry but the answer is no. I gave you that chance years back and still you were too busy.'' She scoffed before speaking again. `` A man who can control time yet never spends any with the most important people in his life.'' 
 
 `` Please-'' 
 
 Again she squared her shoulders and this time her voice hardened. `` Get out Jim. I do n't know why you even came here. I will take good care of our son, you know that but I never want to see you again.'' She finished, opening the door through which I came in. 
 
 As I hobbled back out onto the street I turned to look at her once more. She was putting up a good front but tears were still glittering at the corners of her eyes. With a last look at me she closed the door. 
 
 `` Goodbye Barbs.'' I said to the closed door. There was only one time jump left in me. As I walked to my final destination I let my own tears fall, in memory of the time I had wasted.
