Batman POV

I can't say I wasn't surprised that Kara was upset by my actions. Damian had said that she would be angry and feel betrayed if she caught me or any of the Opposition following her, but I was willing to take the risk. The way she discovered me was a stupid, careless mistake. I wasn't used to standing idly by and letting someone fix problems, so I, by instinct, jumped in and stopped the mugger.

Now, here I am, taking my turn to watch Eobard, on the off chance that he would wake up from his speed force coma. It would be best to leave Kara to fight crime by herself seeing how angry she is; the last thing I need right now would be an enraged Kryptonian to deal with.

Turning my attention away from Supergirl, I look at Eobard once again. He looks the exact same as the last time I saw him, with white lightning pulsing and surging throughout his body, small parts of his suit blurring and unblurring from the speed force overload. Thawne's case was a curious one; Barry and his nephew Wally never had a problem like this with their speed, so I can only assume that the only reason for this is that they had never pushed themselves as hard as Eobard when they first got powers. Even so, surely Thawne's speed coma would have gone by now, considering that it has now been nearly two months since he had first shown up in present time.

I have no doubt that he will be a worthy ally to the Opposition when, or if, I should say, he wakes up. Not only could he be part of the metahuman resurgence, but his story of Darkseid and Trigon could lure many closeted metahumans out into the public eye. I'm running out of ideas; if no one rallies behind Supergirl, Thawne making a public announcement will be my best bet in encouraging metahuman sympathizers.

My thoughts are broken by a beeping on my gauntlet, indicating an incoming call. Accepting it, an image of Kara is projected. There seems to be a familiar luminescent green glow behind her, and I can hear the unmistakable sound of gunfire. "What's happening? Where are you Kara?" I ask her.

"I'm in the Narrows, some team of assassins lured me here. They shot some weird bullets that made my hand bleed. Luckily I was saved by a metahuman. A woman with a green powered ring? Sound familiar to you?" she asks me. Kryptonite bullets? And a new Green Lantern?

"Yeah Batman, we need your help. I guess that I'm the Green Lantern now huh? Well the Suicide Squad is attacking us, and my ring says that this bubble I constructed to shield Supergirl and I will collapse within five minutes. Scratch that, it says three and a half minutes and counting," a woman's voice says off the screen.

"Hurry Batman!" Supergirl shouts as the call disconnects.

"Ugh! I won't make it!" I shout, about to sprint out the door, but I stop when I hear a voice behind me.

"I can make it," I hear. As I turn around, I am blinded by a rush of wind and lightning. When my vision is restored, I glance at Eobard's cell. The glass is shattered and he is nowhere to be seen.

Supergirl POV

I don't know how much longer I can go without passing out from the stinging sensation in my hand. The blood is dripping more and more as I clench my fist and apply pressure to the wound. Regardless, I'm beginning to feel lightheaded as I begin to lose hope that Bruce will be able to save me.

"Don't pass out," the Green Lantern says. "You have to stay awake. You can't succumb to the pain, as easy as it may be. You can do this."

"I don't know… He might not be able to get anyone here on time," I say, as much as it hurts me to admit it. Is this how I die? In a ratty old warehouse?

Out of nowhere, I hear a crackling sound and see a bright white and red streak rush past the protective shell that Green Lantern had made. The streak crosses the semicircle of assassins as they are all swept off of their feet. It all happens in seconds as the assassins fall one after the other, dropping their weapons.

The streak stops in front of us and my heart almost stops. It's Eobard Thawne, his crimson red suit glowing in the moonlight as silver lighting pulses out of his eyes and the lightning bolt on his chest.

"Anybody ask for a rescue?" he says, waving his sparking hand, his sandy blonde hair windswept from running.

"We have to leave," the Green Lantern says. "We can't be seen here with unconscious military agents."

I open my mouth to say something, but no words come as I black out.