"Hello. Is this Mr. Allen? A voice came through the phone. Barry, who had answered it, widened his eyes. "You know my name?"
"Yes. We also know that you're The Flash."
"What?! You... who are you???"
"Sky Eye," the other party said. "We're an organization dedicated to monitoring Superpower Users. Put aside your wild speculation. We need to emphasize that since you live among ordinary people, you have a responsibility to society and to their safety. We need to make sure you won't endanger society."
"Of course I won't!" Barry sounded furious. "You're violating my privacy!"
"When you use your abilities, you are also, to some extent, infringing on ordinary people's safety."
"What?!" Barry found that utterly absurd.
"All right, if you can answer the next question, I'll admit we were wrong," the voice on the phone said. "What exactly is your ability?"
Barry said nothing. The voice answered its own question. "I know—you run very fast, even faster than time, so almost no one has seen your true face. Do you know the principle behind your ability?"
"I..." Barry had plenty he wanted to say. He had investigated his own powers extensively, but precisely because he had done so, he did not dare speak recklessly. From a scientific perspective, this ability truly could not be explained. Surpassing the speed of light alone was enough to create countless paradoxes and overturn the existing scientific framework. Yet his abilities were not enough to build a new theoretical system, so he had no way to explain it.
"You don't know, do you? Of course, things can still be used without understanding their principles. But if something goes wrong, can you guarantee that no harm will be caused?"
"I... I can." Barry drew in a sharp breath, then said, "I've saved a lot