Barry blinks in surprise, then in a flash of lightning, he’s suited up.

“You got it, Batman.”

Physique is important for a speedster you know!

Stretching.

“God, I hope so,” Barry rubs his temples anxiously.

“I’ll have to tell her… do you think you can? I’ll stay here in jail as long as you need. Do you have any other leads? Thawne’s been quiet, as far as I can tell….”

What’s up, my man?!

Oh! Hey, kiddo!

“Ha, got you. I told you my favorite movie is The Empire Strikes Back, didn’t I?”

Super….man?

Barry sighs, putting his head in his hands.

“I was at my apartment with my wife. The Flash was at S.TA.R Labs… technically.”

He changes out of his uniform in a second, back in his civilian clothes.

“Here. Take it.”

“Got something! You?”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay!” Barry assures him quickly, kneeling down to his level.

“We’ll find him, don’t you worry. You want to come with me? Or stay here?”

“What? You’re kidding! I know a superhero who interprets dreams! Hold on, I’ll be right back —“

And Barry runs off again, rescuing the last of the people and making sure the fire is all out. He returns back to the girl a mere three seconds later.

“Did you say X-Men? Who are they…?”

i'm needed if we're to stay alive .

Oh. My bad. You want me to look anywhere specific? Does he have some favorite hiding places?

“Great. Ready when you are to cross reference.”

“No, not because of that! Well, kind of. Listen, you think I’d trust retrieval of my shoes to anyone else? My team’s all on vacation. You’re my only hope, Winn.”

“Good,” Barry sighs in relief, and runs her away from the fleeing crowd. He stops with her outside the faire lot, cringing.

“I mean, not good about your eyesight! That sucks. Believe me, I know. I mean, not know-know, but — “

He continues tripping over his words, bumbling.

“Group chat? Another one?! Bart, I’m in fifty at this point!” Barry laughs, shaking his head.

“I mean… they know I’m your grandfather too, right? I mean, obviously.” He shrugs.

“Forget it. I don’t even know what I mean.”

Is that…. Him up there? On top of that skyrise?

“No idea,” Barry shrugs, but hands it over.

“Wait, what kind of spiders are you trying to avoid…?”

“That’s… true. I’m looking for someone. Uh, I’m with the CCPD. This place was categorized as abandoned.”

@superjustice.bsky.social //

“Jon, watch out!!”

Barry immediately runs to his side, catching a stray bullet mid-air. It clatters to the ground.

“Look, I know it wouldn’t have hurt but, instincts die hard.”

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@nyxxph.bsky.social //

“Sorry, no civilians past this line,” Barry says, pointing to the crime scene lined with tape.

“He’s framing me, but I don’t have proof yet. All I can say is that I wasn’t there, but who will believe me? Besides you?”

I think it changes every year, honestly.

@theclassiccrusader.bsky.social //

“I’m no killer. Whatever you heard, it wasn’t me.”

“Want some chapstick? It’s lavender flavor. My wife’s favorite.”

+ quickly running the people out of there, out of harms way. Lightning zipped around the Faire quick as can be, and then it was time for him to grab one of the patrons who was very smartly running away already.

“Hi — any injuries? Where do you need to go? Did you leave anything behind?”

Barry entered the scene almost immediately, but that was still too late for him. A pang hit his heart at all the destruction, the shops and artistry he couldn’t save — before he switched his attention to what he could do.

He focused on creating a gust of wind to douse the fires, and then on +