"I had never hoped to see Black Flash as much as I did today."
Barry kept running with two people slung over his shoulders, racing across the dazzling track. Yet the road beneath his feet seemed to stretch on infinitely, and the scenery around him barely changed.
"I usually wanted to avoid him, but he always came after me. Now that I wanted to see him, I couldn't even spot a trace of him."
He could not help complaining to his teammates. All speedsters were like this; their resentment toward Black Flash had not built up in just a day or two.
Knowing that guy was necessary to maintain the Speed Force's balance was one thing. Being hunted by him every time was another.
Now that they finally might need him, he was nowhere to be found at the critical moment. How annoying.
"Yeah, cough, cough." Jay coughed. Compared to Barry, he was in far worse shape. Though they had only been running for a little over half an hour, the old man's body was starting to give out.
The pain had initially appeared only along his spine, but now it seemed to have spread through his body. His lungs and windpipe especially felt like they were on fire.
"Hey, old man, stop talking. Save your strength."
Though his words were not particularly polite, Deadpool—who wanted to appear respectful toward the elderly on camera—supported the original Flash.
"The last time I saw someone coughing like you was in a cancer ward. That wasn't a nice place, full of heartbreaking separations. Like when children wanted an old person's inheritance, only to find out the old man had spent all his pension on health supplements and stuff."
"We need to find Black Flash quickly, then have him 'escort' us out." Diana said