The Time Cage Plan!

Central City. The Future Energy Research Center of Chaos Direction. A private laboratory on the top floor.

Night had fallen, and neon lights illuminated the city like a flowing river of light.

Link sat before a massive holographic display, his eyes half-closed.

A violent storm raged through his mind.

The Spacetime Vibration Theory he had obtained by checking in at the Cosmic Treadmill in S.T.A.R. Labs was weaving and reweaving itself deep in his consciousness, like countless golden threads.

It was more than a mass of dry data and formulas.

It was an entirely new perspective, a key to the universe's deepest locks.

In his perception, once-solid space had become as rippled as water. Time, which had once flowed in a straight line, had broken into countless discrete, flickering frames.

At the macroscopic level, "movement" was a change in position. At the microscopic level, it was matter continuously "flickering" between different coordinates in space and time.

And The Flash...

Link's eyes snapped open. Two miniature black holes seemed to spin in his pupils.

"So that's it."

He spoke softly, a smile of sudden understanding tugging at his lips.

"He isn't running."

"He's... cheating."

The Speed Force gave Barry Allen a privilege: he could ignore the limits of Planck Time and force countless frames of his own into existence before the universe refreshed its next frame.

That explained why ordinary physical traps did not work on him.

By the time a trap triggered, years had already passed from his perspective. He had time to dismantle it, drink a coffee, and tie you up afterward.

Speed alone would never catch him.

Even with Superman's Man of Steel physique, Link would struggle to catch a Flash running at full speed on the Speed Force's home turf.

He needed a different approach.

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