"Isn't it a mess? If it weren't, would I have brought so many people to chase you down?"
With a speechless snap of his fingers, Su Ming had Cloak release Barry. Seeing him drenched in sweat, he handed him an energy drink. "Talk. You were competing in the Flash Cup just fine, but you disappeared before you'd even run a quarter mile. What happened?"
The city was empty, surrounded by skyscrapers. They seemed enclosed within a forest of steel and concrete, and the atmosphere felt somewhat claustrophobic.
The Flash grabbed the drink and gulped it down, then let out a long breath. His legs trembled from weakness; entering Hypertime earlier had clearly pushed his body beyond its limits.
He barely managed to climb to his feet. Looking at his friends present, he gave a few awkward, apologetic laughs. "I was on the track, maybe one position ahead of Mercury, when I suddenly saw a face. Then... I don't remember anything."
"A face?" Bobo raised a brow. He took out his pipe and refilled it with tobacco. "What kind of face? Human? Aliens? An animal? Or... Darkseid?"
After finishing the drink, Barry looked eagerly at Deathstroke, hoping for more food to replenish his energy. Having overdrawn his body, his heart was pounding wildly, while his eardrums felt as if drumsticks were beating against them.
He only vaguely caught Bobo's question, and his expression became even more miserable. "It was a white mask, very smooth, looked like metal. Can you give me something to eat now? I'm so hungry."
Of course there was food. As a mercenary, Deathstroke had maxed-out wilderness survival skills. Even without carrying rations, he could find plenty of edible plants and animals in nature. But this time, there was no need for such trouble. For Barry, there was