Central City, a calm and peaceful city.
Even the local police department seemed tranquil, without so many chaotic incidents.
Barry Allen, a forensic technician, sat in his chair with a cup of coffee and a hamburger, enjoying his lunch. Beside him lay a completed evidence report.
"God, that new superhero has stolen all our work. That's really terrifying."
Barry's colleague, a bespectacled officer, walked in while chattering away with a file in hand. He complained aloud, but... who wouldn't want less work?
Barry took a bite of his hamburger to hide his smug smile. An accident had given him super speed, and it had also given him the determination to become a superhero.
He would hide his identity and appear whenever the citizens of this city needed him most. He was The Flash!
Beep, beep, beep. The nearby phone rang, and the bespectacled colleague reached out to answer it.
"Yes, this is the Central City Police Department. Barry? All right, please hold." The colleague put down the receiver and turned to call out, "Barry, phone call for you."
"Who is it?" Barry hurriedly stuffed the last bite of hamburger into his mouth, wiped his hands, and ran over to pick up the phone.
"Hello, this is Barry Allen. How can I help you?"
"Hello, The Flash."
The voice on the other end was relaxed, but to Barry's ears, it was no less than a thunderclap, making his ears ring.
"Y-you... what are you talking about?" Barry asked cautiously.
Honestly, he was panicking like crazy. It felt like being caught by a teacher after skipping class, showing up late, and spacing out during lessons.
His career as a masked hero had only just begun. How could it already be over?
"The Flash, Barry Allen. You've been doing pretty well lately. You