Sometimes, Barry felt that he really wasn't cut out to be a detective.
Not during his day job as a forensic scientist, when he watched the police detectives solve cases. He could think of everything they could, and those officers often needed help from the forensics team and turned to STAR Labs.
But once he was in the Justice League, Barry felt as though he wasn't very smart. Even with cerebral cortex activity far beyond that of ordinary people, he simply couldn't match Batman and the Martian Manhunter when it came to following leads. The gap was terrifyingly wide.
Even Damian, the youngest member of the Bat-Family, could solve cases, while he himself couldn't even compare to some gorilla. That was pretty discouraging.
Still, Deathstroke was right beside him, so if he didn't understand something, he could just ask.
"So what exactly does Commissioner Gordon represent?" Barry asked Slade as he sprinted along, carrying him over his shoulder. "Could it be 'good people'?"
"I've never heard of a concept like that, hey!"
Su Ming's eyes went dull and fish-like. The Flash really dared to imagine things. How could such a concept possibly exist?
This was the DC Universe. Don't expect to find any concept here related to kindness. One look at the Endless was enough to understand that.
Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and Delirium—those were the fundamental concepts that made up this universe. You couldn't derive "good people" from any of them.
That gothic young lady might smile all day long, speak softly, and seem endlessly gentle, but she was still the incarnation of "Death." She was also the most cold-blooded and merciless of them all.
The one with the best attitude toward humanity was probably Dream, but that guy had vanished. God and Lucifer had disappeared along