Are Our Histories Meaningless?

Bang.

Thomas Wayne of the Prime Universe was thrown onto the floor.

After his escape had failed, he had been captured by the First Lantern once again. He had never felt so completely out of control.

He curled himself up as tightly as he could and looked around the room.

The room was about thirty square meters. He had no idea where it was, and it had no windows.

A ceiling lamp hung overhead, the kind of long fluorescent tube commonly seen in shopping malls.

Other than that, the room was empty.

As for where the room was?

He had no idea.

The First Lantern had moved him too quickly, and unlike Reverse-Flash, he had not used the Speed Force to envelop both of them together—

The Speed Force erased all physical laws. As a result, anyone carried along by a speedster would not be affected by forces such as friction. Naturally, if that were not the case, then every time The Flash carried someone while moving, he would turn them into a human fireball from the friction with the air.

That was why, when Reverse-Flash had carried him away, Thomas's thoughts and movements had also been accelerated by the Speed Force. It was just like how The Flash could chat casually while carrying his wife, Iris, at a run.

That was also why, when he noticed Reverse-Flash abandoning Martha to the First Lantern, Thomas had been able to punch Reverse-Flash and take Martha's place.

The lingering Speed Force had definitely played a part in that. Otherwise, with ordinary human Thomas's speed, he should not even have been able to touch a hair on Reverse-Flash's head.

In any case, Thomas now knew that he had once again become a prisoner. This time, however, he had not simply been thrown into