Kara Amid the Turmoil

Lex Luthor was a human supremacist through and through.

Naturally, he accepted the challenge without hesitation.

The two sides clashed along the coast.

America had the super-soldiers Luthor had developed.

And in the water, every Atlantean warrior was a powerhouse.

But Atlantis had declared war not just on America, but on the entire world.

That dragged the World Red Alliance into the conflict too.

World War III erupted.

The war dragged on, with devastating casualties.

Even now, it had yet to end.

When Barry Allen finished resetting the world and returned home,

he hadn't even had a chance to hug his mother, who was alive again, or his father, who had never gone to prison,

before his parents' piercing screams and a burst of gunfire greeted him.

It turned out this world's Barry had died in battle two years earlier.

Through sheer bad luck, he had been sent to the front lines against Atlantis as cannon fodder.

He had never come back.

Poor Barry had died before he could even awaken the Speed Force.

And the Allens had mistaken Barry Allen, the Flash, for an Atlantean disguised as a human.

So the moment they saw him, they screamed and pulled a gun.

Driven from his home, Barry could only wander the streets, trying to learn what had happened.

But his parents had called the police, and his face was now on a wanted poster.

Poor Barry had been forced into hiding.

Until Zod arrived.

Barry couldn't take it anymore.

Gone was his usual reserved, introverted manner.

In the middle of a Central City street, he clutched his head and cursed, shouting about fucks and sunny beaches.

Leon pieced it all together from Barry's tirade.

He couldn't help clicking his tongue.

People said a butterfly flapping its wings in the Amazon