[A/N: so I'm a geek, let's face it. And Ezra Miller made a beautiful Barry Allen. Too bad there's not an actual justice league tab to put this in... This has been flitting in my head since I watched JL so don't mind me. I just need to get it out and create it.]

One year ago…

I was quietly sitting at my desk filling out a forum on a deceased woman who had been wrongfully murdered and now a case solved, headphones in and blaring out New Medicine's fire up the night. I had a tendency to avoid most of the other employees for being awkward with any conversation we ever had and they seemed to enjoy it this way as much as I did. I hummed along as I finished typing up my file and let out a breath of relief once it was finished. One down, another autopsy to go when it came to criminal investigations. I tugged the earbuds out and glanced up in time to see our supervisor lugging in a dark haired young man. Wow, he's pretty cute. Short dark hair, olive skin tone and that jaw, dayyumm! I flopped my hands about to swipe away the inappropriate thoughts on the fresh meat of our facility and got up, preparing to get my hands dirty once more. I tugged on my long white lab coat which I always took off when I went to sit and do my paperwork, then pulled on a pair of blue latex gloves.

"Miss Clearwater," a squeaky voice squawked out, startling me. Ugh, hate his voice, love him as a boss. I looked up with a twitch of a smile, seeing the new guy right beside him looking at me with wide doe eyes in a gorgeous deep brown.

"Sir," I replied in curt with the nod of my head while eyeing the young man who appeared to be as awkward at hellos as I was.

"Vivian, this is Barry Allen, Mister Allen is one of our new employees suggested by Bruce Wayne himself. If you could show him the ropes for the day and let him see what you do around here, I would be greatly appreciative." Samson said as he wiped his brow. The man was always sweating like a pig, even if the room was cool. Genetic disorder that caused his glands to work in overdrive no matter what. I gave a small noise in confirmation. Then walked off to the autopsy table to begin my work without another word. I could hear quiet murmurs between the two men and attempted to hold back a snort. I wasn't gonna baby the new guy, even if he was attractive.

"So, uhh, hey, how's it going? What are you looking for?" Barry asked me as he shuffled up to the table to get a good look at what I was doing. I held the scalpel I had in my hand up before making an incision down the center of my dead friend's chest.

"He was just brought in," I mumbled out while glancing up. "What do you see Mister Allen?" I looked back down while pulling away the outer flesh and muscle then went back to work on removing anything else in my way. The man had a massive hole in his chest and his heart was missing completely. It looked as if someone had used an ungodly amount of strength to rip his heart right out of his chest cavity.

"Barry," he said as he looked at the body.

"Hm?"

"Call me Barry." He spoke quickly as his eyes flit over the man's chest. "He looks like his heart was pulled right out. This seems like a queen of the damned moment…" I let out a snort and shook my head while looking back at him.

"You've got a point, Barry. It does seem like that, lord knows we don't want to deal with vampires when we already have so much going on around here, what with Superman coming back to life and all that wonderful jazz." I let out a frustrated sigh while probing the spot where the wound was, getting a feel of the tissue and praying that this wouldn't take me all week to figure out.

"You sound like you're not happy he's back," he mumbled in response. I gave a noncommittal shrug.

"No, it's good he's back. He was hope for our people. Humankind needs hope." I gave a lopsided grin while taking a peek at his face once again. That face is so dang cute, why did Samson have to put the cute new guy with my awkward ass? Barry nodded and gave me a grin back, his eyes twinkling.

"I agree. Although he's kind of terrifying as well…" Allen trailed off in thought and I furrowed my brows while turning to write notes. Chest tissue hard as a rock… chemical usage?

"You sound like you know him personally," I looked back up in time to see his face blanch before he began spluttering.

"W-well, I don't know him like that. But a lot of people have met him and well, he's so fast, it's a little unnerving. He's-..." Barry coughed and stopped from talking, a light blush creeping along his cheeks.

"I bet there's someone just as fast if not even faster than him in this world.. We live in a place where anything is possible after all. I do agree though, he seems a little terrifying with his speed and skills, but hey, he's a good guy, right?" I tapped my pen on my notepad and let out a groan. "It's almost like someone was trying to embalm him while he was still alive, only enough to preserve the flesh around him while yanking his heart out. But it wasn't surgically removed. You see how there's still pieces that are supposed to attach to it, here aaanndd, here." I pointed out my small findings and looked up at my companion who was looking at me as if I grew a third eye in the middle of my forehead.

"Think it could be inhuman?" He asked after a few beats of silence. I shrugged.

"It could be, but it's hard to know for sure until I run some tests." I began pulling out everything I needed to get swabs and began my slow and meticulous process. Nothing could be overlooked. If it wasn't human then this was something way bigger than just a person being killed.

"Maybe it was a human sacrifice," Barry waggled his fingers around and I let out a small bark of a laugh. This guy was silly.

"You didn't do it, did you?" I teased while attempted to hide my smile. I quickly packed all of my essentials away and brought my test tubes to the lab. I tugged my gross gloves off and tossed them into the nearest trash bin before pulling my lab coat off once more.

"I'm not a bad guy," his voice startled me and I let out a small gasp while whipping around. Allen was much taller than I was, which was an easy feat. His dark brown eyes found my own violet eyes as he took in my expression.

"I-I never said you were," I whispered out. "Hey, on a positive note, this was my last job for the day and my lab results won't come back till tomorrow morning. Since you're stuck with me, wanna go get a coffee, or something?" Come on Vivian, you're flirting with the new guy already? Barry's face relaxed into a boyish grin that caused my heart rate to speed up.

"Yeah, I would love that. By the way, is your eye color hereditary? Violet eyes are so rare."