"If you hadn't said anything, it wouldn't have hurt. Now that you have, it hurts like hell."
Young Barry grumbled as his body rapidly vibrated, shaking loose a shower of fragments. Then his wounds healed at a rate visible to the naked eye. Clearly, Black Flash's presence had greatly enhanced his healing ability.
"These fragments can hurt Kryptonians. Feels like they just got a lot easier to beat, and a lot less impressive."
Andrew raised his hand, drawing a fragment into his palm. After examining it with his senses, he shook his head.
"Things from Krypton can hurt Kryptonians," Faora said.
"Whether they can hurt them or not, I don't want to see another Kryptonian right now. Uh, except Kara."
Young Barry changed his clothes and went out for a stroll to settle his emotions. After all, he had lost not only his family, but his entire world.
After handling the various loose ends, Andrew began taking stock of his gains. As far as reputation went... well, there was almost none, since the original Flash World had been destroyed.
As for the Main World, there hadn't been a single monster, and even the images in the sky had been too hazy to make anything out. Where was the reputation supposed to come from? Those capitalist bosses were already calling for the holiday to be canceled and people to return to work, only to be shouted down by the public.
The people of New York declared that time off during disasters was their rightful entitlement. They already worked hard enough, and they would never allow that holiday to be canceled.
Although he had gained no reputation, his gains in other areas were substantial. First came the Flash Worlds—not just one, but a whole collection of them.
Wherever there were superheroes, there