The older Barry, who had crossed into this universe, was still shaken. He drifted off to sleep with the help of Brad's equipment, while the Barry of the Home Universe pulled Brad aside, looking serious, to discuss what they had just heard.
They moved to another office, of course. An older Barry was already sleeping in the first one, his clothes so shredded they barely covered him. As his counterpart in this universe, the local Barry wasn't particularly keen on discussing things with his own exposed... bits right there.
"It sounds like the heroes over there joined forces and formed an organization."
Barry Allen had already changed into his own Flash suit. It was a habit of his: everyday life and extraordinary events demanded two different faces.
"That seems like a great idea, doesn't it?"
Flash clapped his hands together, apparently fascinated by something that had never happened in the Home Universe.
"Then they got wiped out, and you only survived because you were the fastest runner."
Brad watched coolly and mercilessly punctured Flash's fantasy.
"We have superhero teams back where I come from, too. Quite a few, actually. All I can say is that they're a double-edged sword. You need to understand something: the universe we're in isn't some unremarkable, ordinary universe. It's incredibly rich in mysterious energy, enough to nurture people with superpowers like yours."
"That mystery brings a strange kind of balance. When good and evil aren't evenly matched, it acts like a clumsy hand trying to adjust the scales and set them straight. But experiments on a universal scale are extremely dangerous for ordinary people."
"That mystery no longer holds any secrets from me. It's something that can be controlled, too. But that knowledge is too dangerous for you, because only exceptionally brilliant researchers can uncover