Bobo, Deathstroke, and Harley weren't worried about Barry taking Cyborg away. If it had been someone else, they might have wondered whether he was going off to settle things one-on-one, but Barry was absolutely the conscience of the Justice League.
Other than special circumstances, such as a teammate being controlled by an enemy, Barry had never laid a hand on his teammates in all his years with the Justice League. Of course, Wally didn't count. An uncle beating his nephew was family business.
After Cyborg was taken away, Deathstroke turned his attention to Blackfire, who was treating Starfire. He himself had only recently gained Cosmic Energy, so observing the methods of other energy users might give him some inspiration.
The laboratory fell quiet.
In the corridor, Barry led Cyborg to the door of the storage room where Jessica's coffin was kept. The silver-white metal floor and walls reflected their figures, making them look slightly distorted.
Barry let go of Cyborg. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a sigh.
He reached out a trembling hand to touch the access panel. With a faint disturbance in the air, the door opened.
"She's inside."
Cyborg apologetically patted The Flash on the back. His poor decision had cost them all a comrade. "I'll avenge her. Even if it costs me my life."
"Go see her. I can't even face her by myself." Barry sighed and led Cyborg toward a corner of the room. The lighting there was dim, and the cluttered piles of miscellaneous items only added to the bleakness.
Victor nodded slightly. He looked at the silver coffin in the corner, the highly advanced piece of equipment sitting there quietly.
"This coffin is made of New Genesis metal. It's almost as indestructible as the 'Black Diamond' forged in