"He's not only getting married to one," Kurt intones, eyes flickering between the photo of the Flash on Barry's phone and Barry himself, "he is a superhero."
"What?" Came the cry from the assembled Warblers.
"What on earth makes you say that?" Thad asks Kurt curiously.
Kurt scoffs, "Please. I work with clothing for a living. I know body types and how to identify when a body type and the way they hold themselves are exactly identical."
"Still, what?" Marcus looks confused, "You're saying that Seb is one of these metahumans?"
"I'm saying he's the Flash." Kurt states, "His body type is exactly the same as that of the Flash's from what I can see from these photos. Even the way he stands is the same."
Barry self-consciously shifts his weight around on his feet. "I- I really don't-"
"Seb, if what Kurt is saying is the truth, please be kind enough not to lie to our faces." Thad says, no judgement in his tone, "We just want the truth."
"It is all of our lives on the line." Nick points out, the other Warblers nodding their agreement.
Barry opens his mouth to speak, not knowing what he was going to say, but the man once again appears in the room. "I'm done playing nice." The man snarls, "Either the Flash shows himself this instant or you're all dead."
In an instant, Barry is in his suit and standing before the rest of the group. Voice vibrating, Barry demands of the man, "What do you want with me?"
"I want your death!" He screeches.
Barry cocks his head, "I don't remember doing anything to you."
"You got my brother killed!" He now sounds hysteric, "With your damn wormhole above the city! My brother got sucked into it and never came out!" The man has tears running down his face.
Barry looks sad, "I'm sorry. I really am. I blame myself everyday for what happened with the wormhole, but don't blame these people, they're all innocent. Let them go, it's me you want."
Oliver tightens his grip on his bow, an arrow within his grasp, ready to be knocked and fired in an instant. The Warblers look on, slack-jawed and not quite understanding what was going on. "Let's just calm down and I'll run you somewhere someone can get you professional help. Lot healthier than killing me."
"You're just saying that to save your hide." The man snarls.
"I watched my mother get murdered. I know something about loss." Barry comments, trying to get the man at least a little rational.
The man grimaces, "You come up with stories for all the metas you fight?"
"It's the truth." Barry sadly says, "Let me help you. You don't really want to go to jail for murder. Besides, I don't think Captain Cold would ever forgive you for killing off his favorite rival."
The man pales at the implications, "He's not a meta."
A small smile graces Barry's lips, "But he's broken out of the normal jail cells so many times that they now put him inside of the meta cells."
The man pales further, "He wouldn't."
Barry shrugs, "He is rather fond of me." Barry ignores the small growl that Oliver lets out at his comment. Oliver himself was not fond of the idea of Captain Cold having a soft spot for Barry, but if it helped keep him alive then he guessed he could tolerate it.
The man stares at Barry for a few moments before disappearing. After he was gone, the lights came back on and the doors slowly crept open. Everyone checked their phones and saw that they once more had service. Oliver promptly put his bow and arrows away for safekeeping, not wanting to upset the angsty Warblers any more than they already were.
The Warblers all stared at Barry in his suit. Barry grinned at them and reached up to pull his cowl off. Before the cowl could come off, the room shook with an explosion. Barry's face grew irritated, "Really? What's it this time? I'll be right back." Barry said before racing out of the room. A few seconds later Barry reappeared and announced, "Ollie, suit up."
"What is it?" Oliver demanded as he shucked his shirt and pulled on his Arrow suit top, the hood up and mask firmly in place. Foregoing the leather pants, he quickly changed his boots, gathered up his bow, arrows, and motioned for Barry to lead the way.
As Oliver suited up, Barry quickly filled him in, "Somehow Mardon found out where we are. He's in cahoots with Deathstroke."
"How?" Oliver growled, "It's not enough for him to stalk me in Starling, he has to follow me here."
Barry gave Oliver a look, "Deathstroke is creepy like that. And I'm assuming he offered Mardon a pretty price to help take us out. Two superheros getting hitched is a scary thought for the bad guys."
Oliver snorted, "It's not like people know that Arrow and Flash are getting married... besides our friends."
Barry shrugs, "The sooner we lock 'em away, the faster we can get back here." Before Oliver can say anything, Barry scoops Oliver up in his arms and flashes away.
The Warblers all look at each other dumbly for a few minutes before they pull out their phones and tune into a local newscast that was showing the battle. One of the two villains was twitching on the roof, down for the count. The other sported a black and orange mask. "Halloween is so last season." Kurt dryly comments, causing the others to laugh in amusement, momentarily forgetting the worry they had for Barry.
Soon enough Deathstroke is making his escape, Barry left wounded on a roof. Oliver rushes over to him, picks him up, and gives all cameras the slip. About ten minutes later Oliver rushes into the room, a heavily bleeding Barry cradled in his arms. "In my bag there should be a med kit, get it out."
Warblers rush to help find a clean surface to settle Barry on, get Oliver the bag, and then get in the way as Oliver starts to patch his fiance up. "Step back." Oliver finally snarls at the other men. Startled by the usually friendly Oliver turned growly, the Warblers take a few, large steps back, surrounding the two in a loose circle.
"Will he be okay?" Nick hesitantly asks about ten minutes later.
Oliver gave them a small smile, "He'll be fine. I got the wounds to stop bleeding and that's the important thing. His healing factor should take care of the rest of it."
"Healing factor?" Jeff asks.
Oliver gestures to a cut that had been a lot longer five minutes ago. "He heals at a much faster rate. And eats a lot more because of his super fast metabolism." Oliver adds, "Could you please bring the granola-like bars that are in my bag here? He'll be starving once he wakes up."
"What's a granola bar going to do?" Nick looks skeptical.
Oliver grins, "He's friends with geniuses, they made him food bars that will keep him full longer, no matter how much he complains about the taste of them."
Thad smirks, "He's always been a baby about what he eats." The other Warblers nod, laughing at previous thoughts of him eating at Warbler meals.
Oliver snorts, "He eats so much these days that he's gotten a lot less picky."
Before the Warblers can make another comment, Barry groans, opens his eyes, and attempts to sit up. "Wha' happ'n'd?"