The team was having the heck of a time at the local club in town. Last week after battling the deranged animated mannequin that Barry always hung his suit on, he had put on a show that had convinced the citizens of Central City that The Flash was still their hero and could still be trusted. With his newfound level of speed, creating a perfectly stable speed mirage wasn’t a problem and mirages were always good for disguises.
Team Flash looked on in perpetual shock. “H-hi, my name is C-Caitlin Snow.” Caitlin stammered. “And we’re your friends.” “Caitlin Snow, friends, I.” it said robotically. “We’re just going to get that ugly suit off your shiny skin, alright?” Caitlin said as sweetly as she could. As Cisco attempts to touch it, he’s zapped and thrown across the room.
I can’t make it on time,” Barry realized. “But I can make it in time.” With a booming burst of lightning, he vanished into the Speed Force, aiming not just to save lives… but rewrite destiny.
