A red figure ran swiftly through the golden space as a deep voice echoed around him. "Do you think this is fast enough, Barry?"
"That won't solve anything, Batman," a younger voice said. "Now you are the producer and master of the Speed Force, but you have only leaped from one tragedy into another."
"Your tragedy lies within yourself," Flash Batman said.
"But even if you became me, you could not reverse either of our tragedies. The tragedy does not lie with either of us, but with time itself. It will always pass, and it cannot be reclaimed."
"I didn't know you were such a pessimist."
The young voice fell silent, but then an even more childish voice came from behind Flash Batman.
"Stop! Stop right now! Otherwise, you'll lure him here!!!"
Flash Batman maintained his running posture but turned his head. He discovered that an even younger Barry Allen had actually caught up with him.
This young Barry was still only a teenager, far younger than the Flash Flash Batman knew. Anxiety showed on his face as he said, "You can't run any faster. You're draining your life away, and the Grim Reaper will come for you."
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
"I'm another Flash. You have to believe me, Batman. Transcending time comes at a price. The Speed Force will not allow anyone to merely consume it without replenishing it. Once you consume too much, it will turn you into nourishment."
"You all say I have transcended time, but I still cannot control time. That was supposed to be something I could do. What are you hiding from me?"
A hint of fury seeped into Flash Batman's voice. Barry froze slightly, because he heard a faint, weak voice say to him, "Leave quickly. Batman has gone