Barry turned the computer off and grabbed his backpack. He waved through the glass wall at his shift manager and then slipped into the elevator. He pulled out his second mobile and scrolled through to find Arthur's name.
The Atlantean answered on the fourth ring. "What?"
"Hi, Arthur, it's Barry…Allen…Barry Allen."
"I know."
"Of course, of course, um, I'm calling because I could use your help. There is something attacking workers at the docks. I'm pretty sure that whatever or whoever it is lives in the water as there has been evidence of salt water in the victims lungs, stomachs, and livers. The salt water has the distinct profile of Central City Bay and-"
"Sure, I can be there by midnight."
"I'll meet you at the docks then."
"Bye," Arthur ended the call and Barry shoved the phone back into his bag and unlocked his bike. He wondered if Arthur would want to sleep on his couch again after they stopped the murderer. He should probably get some food for after.
Barry had arrived at the docks a few minutes before midnight. Just in time to watch a great surge of water shot into the sky, Arthur emerging from it to land with a thump on the wharf. He was holding a squirming purplish…something.
"This is the culprit," Arthur told him. "They aren't normally this close to the coast and we've had a talk so this one is going back home and not killing anymore vile landwalkers who thought to take advantage of the sea."
"I suited up and everything."
Arthur shrugged and turned around to fling the purple being back into the ocean. "Oh well…"
"You…umm…coming back with me?"
"Sure, got nowhere to be for a few days."
"You can stay with me if you like."
Arthur smiled at him. "We can watch more of that show you like."
Barry nodded as Arthur strode past him. "Sure, sure." His mind was on the fact that if Arthur was wearing his under-the-ocean uniform then he wouldn't have anything to change into when they got back to his place meaning that he'd end up hanging out at Barry's place in a towel again.
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