Running through the familiar city, the night felt different from the day. Even beneath the most ordinary streetlamps, shadows seemed to lurk in clumps, creating an instinctive illusion of insecurity.
In truth, Central City's public safety was absolutely on par with Metropolis's, because Barry was not fighting alone. He was not alone.
Many speedsters had formed the Flash Family, maintaining law and order in the city together. And The Flash was not as obsessive as Batwoman. Whenever another hero happened to pass by and casually sent a few bad guys to prison for him, he could not have been happier.
The night had grown deep, and the city lights were sparse. Red lightning twisted along the streets before shooting toward the fields beyond the city, heading east all the way.
Barry had not had time to explain things to his girlfriend in detail earlier. In fact, ever since he and Deathstroke had dealt with Black Flash, he had felt that something still needed to be done. Just now, in his dream, the abnormality in the Speed Force suddenly reminded him, and he remembered.
Wally had done something that triggered another round of Black Flash's pursuit of the speedsters. As someone who had been caught up in it, Barry had temporarily escaped with Deathstroke's help—but what about Wally, the one who started it all?
Even if he no longer used the Speed Force, he might still be in danger.
That was why Barry was now heading to Blackgate Penitentiary in Gotham. White Wally had been imprisoned there recently.
Memories could sometimes be agonizing, especially when one remembered killing a close friend.
The more unintentional the mistake, the harder it was to accept.
At that moment, Wally lay on the bed in his cell, staring with open eyes at the monotonous concrete