At Wayne's signal, and encouraged and affirmed by his companions through the Mental Link, Barry Allen drew upon the second force he had mastered—or rather, the power that truly belonged to him.
The Speed Force.
Thunder spread through the void, and everything seemed to have had a rewind button pressed. Clark and the others flickered like images on a screen, crazily rewinding along with Barry's figure.
When everything returned from reversed stillness and time resumed its normal flow, Barry Allen was already standing on a familiar street.
The billboards and news screens along the street were all broadcasting an unforgettable scene.
Clark, as Superman, had killed one of his own kind—General Zod—in grief.
Watching the cheering crowd around him, Barry pulled up his hood, lowered his head, hailed a car, and headed toward Gotham.
Bruce Wayne descended from the manor into the Batcave he had built. In the darkness, he keenly sensed that something was wrong ahead. As he went on alert, he gripped the railing of the stopped lift platform, vaulted over it, and jumped out.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the figure standing by the edge of the underground water, Wayne asked from behind him.
"Barry Allen, one of the members of the team you will form in the future. I'm from a year from now." Barry turned around and looked at Bruce inside the Batsuit.
Bruce Wayne merely watched Barry in silence.
"Don't you have anything to ask, Mr. Wayne?" Barry looked at the silent Wayne in confusion.
"This is absurd."
"I know it's absurd, but I'm telling the truth. The future Mr. Wayne told me some secrets buried deep in your heart so I could earn your trust."
"No need to tell me those. I want to hear what exactly happened."
"It began with a