A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated in literally ages. I am so freaking sorry. I've just been busy as crap and my last year of middle school started, so I'm even busier. Sorry!

Now, for those of you early viewers to this story, I know you're confused. Allow me to explain. I have canceled the rewrite. Instead, I'll be carrying out my plans with the original story with a few changes. The setting for which Barry left is after the Dominator Invasion. The setting to which Barry arrives is just in time for season four of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Also, I changed the title of this story to that of the rewrite. For those of early viewers who are confused, I recommend that you just read this entire story again. Sorry for the inconvenience. The rewrite just didn't sit with me.

Two Months Later

August 20, 2016

Night

The Playground

Coulson was leaning against the wall as he stared out into the window. He stared blankly as he thought to himself, he wondered deeply about Daisy. Coulson wondered how she was, if she was safe, if she was okay. Unfortunately for him, Coulson didn't have the answers to those questions. The only thing that hurt more was the he had those questions in the first place. Coulson didn't blame Daisy for leaving S.H.I.E.L.D., he couldn't, not after Lincoln's death. Despite wishing she could stay, part of Coulson was happy that Daisy left S.H.I.E.L.D. That life would only bring more pain and suffering to her and Coulson only wanted something more than that for Daisy. She was the daughter Coulson never had. Almost no one had gotten that close to him. Only certain members of the team did, no one else did.

Coulson continued staring out the window, glancing at the rest of New York City at night, deeply lost in thought. Then, he overheard footsteps of a certain British scientists entering the room.

"Agent Simmons." Coulson played his S.H.I.E.L.D. agents part.

"Agent Coulson." Simmons replied, emphasizing the word agent, forcefully reminding herself that Coulson wasn't the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. anymore.

Simmons then walked up to Coulson, holding two cups of coffee in both her hands as she handed one of them to Coulson. Coulson took the cup as he nodded gratefully to the young agent. Coulson then continued staring at the window as Simmons followed suit, looking out at the rest of New York City.

"Do you miss her?" Simmons asked out of the blue.

Coulson didn't need to be asked twice, he knew exactly who Coulson was talking about. "I do miss Daisy. We all do. I do wish she would come back but she's in pain, she's hurting and for now, we'll just have to give her some space."

"I miss having her around," Simmons said, her voice filled with sadness. "Anyways, moving on. What about our new vigilante? What're they calling him again?"

Coulson and Simmons left the room, walking through the halls of the Playground side by side as Coulson spoke. "The Flash, that's what they're calling him."

Simmons and Coulson turned right. "The Flash? Interesting name. It does make sense, getting things done in 'a flash'."

Coulson then noticed a certain S.H.I.E.L.D. sitting in behind his desk, running an investigation on The Flash.

"Hey Jerry," Coulson called out. "They say you're closing in on who The Flash is."

The ninety-year-old, white-haired S.H.I.E.L.D. agent smiled at Coulson. "The investigation is ongoing."

The old S.H.I.E.L.D. agent then threw a crumpled up piece of paper as it bounced off the pin-board and landed in the trash can nearby. Coulson and Simmons looked over to the pin-board as they saw some clips of newspapers about The Flash and pictures of Abraham Lincoln, George Washington and Muhammad Ali as 'possible suspects' in the case. Simmons rolled her eyes as Coulson lightly snorted with laughter, the two turned away and continued walking, deciding to let the ninety-year-old have his fun.

"As I was saying," Simmons continued as she and Coulson walked down the halls of The Playground. "The Director is having change of heart about our 'Flash' vigilante."

"He likes him, doesn't he?" Coulson guessed.

"If The Flash was a woman, Mace would be in love with her." Simmons replied.

"Right." Coulson said.

"Has he contacted you since you saw him back on the rooftop last month?"

"No, I didn't think he would."

"Why's that?"

"Hopefully..." Coulson began. "...because he's busy."

Elsewhere, In New York City

Senator Thomas Adams stood across from the Watchdogs in the dark forest as the members of his Secret Service protection detail stood behind him. It would've been unusual for a U.S. senator to be meeting with people like the Watchdogs. However, over the course of his career, Adams had been dedicated to wiping out Inhumans. He had hated those people, especially the Inhuman vigilante Quake. Thankfully, with a group such as the Watchdogs in action. Adams could have them wiped out, all he had to do was get them to take out specific Inhumans for the right price. Adams didn't care if they had died, he didn't even know why he hated them so much. He just did, even if he had no reason to. Maybe it was because he was afraid of them, afraid that their interests didn't match with those of the American people. Adams didn't care if it made him look corrupt, he would do whatever it took to wipe out the Inhumans once and for all.

Adams stood across from the ten Watchdog soldiers as his Secret Service security detail stood behind him.

"Did you do what I asked?" Adams asked the leading soldier.

The soldiers didn't respond, they simply carried a bag and threw it near Adams' feet. Two of the soldiers unzipped the bag, revealing a bloodied dead body of a man, clearly an Inhuman. Adams nodded approvingly as he turned to his security detail, waving at them. Then, one of Adams' bodyguards came with a small, black bag as he handed it over to one of the soldiers. The soldier unzipped the bag, revealing over sixty thousand dollars of cash in twenty dollar bills inside. The Watchdog soldiers all looked up at Adams in approval.

"See you in the next job." the leading soldier.

Adams nodded. Suddenly, a bolt of orange lightning flew through the air before striking one of the ten Watchdog soldiers in the chest. The soldier was sent flying through the air as he hit a tree before falling onto the ground unconsciously. Adams, the rest of the Watchdogs and Adams' security detail all stared in shock and horror.

"What the hell was that?" one Watchdog soldier yelled out.

"Sir!" one of the bodyguards said, grabbing Adams' arm. "We need to get you outta here! Now!"

"Alright, alright!" Adams cried.

Adams and the bodyguard retreated to the cabin a few feet away. They entered the door as the bodyguard closed and locked it behind him. Meanwhile, outside, the nine Watchdog soldiers and the four bodyguards all held their machine guns and pistols in the air, looking for the source of the lightning bolt. The thirteen men were all silent, sweat trickling their bodies as they all tensed, doing their best to keep calm under pressure. Then, two small, metal-grey devices fell from the air as they landed on the ground. The thirteen men all looked at the two devices in confusion.

"What the hell is that?" one of the bodyguards asked.

"I don't know." one of the Watchdog soldiers replied.

Suddenly, smoke was sprayed out of the two devices as the smoke quickly covered a vast majority of the forest. The bodyguards and the Watchdog soldiers were all blinded by the smoke as they could barely see anything, all they could see were dark figures of each other. Then, orange light flashed through the smoke as the four bodyguards cried out in pain before being knocked out by a dark figure behind them. The nine Watchdog soldiers all panicked not knowing what was happening when suddenly, a streak of orange lightning whizzed past them all, knocking off their feet and onto the ground unconsciously. Soon, the smoke cleared revealing not only the unconscious bodies of the Watchdog soldiers and the bodyguards but the standing figure of The Flash.

Inside the cabin, Adams was sitting on a couch, behind a table as he held a glass of whiskey in his hand. Whenever he got scared or nervous, Adams would always take a drink to try and calm himself down. The remaining bodyguard then looked out the window as he stared in confusion. There were some light fogs of smoke and all the Watchdogs soldiers, as well as the other bodyguards, were on the ground, lying unconsciously. The bodyguard also noticed someone standing behind the smoke. He couldn't make out who the man was, the man had been too far away as he appeared as nothing more than a dark figure standing in the darkness. The bodyguard then pulled out his pistol.

"Sir," the bodyguard said as he turned to face Adams. "I'm gonna need you to stay put. Don't leave this cabin."

"Alright, just get this over with, would ya?" Adams as the bodyguard sighed. Clearly, the Senator didn't know how serious this situation was.

The bodyguard then left the cabin, closing the door behind as Adams took another sip of whiskey from his glass. The bodyguard then saw the man standing a few feet away from him as he aimed his pistol at him.

"Whoever you are, get down on your knees and place your hands over your head!" the bodyguard demanded.

Instead of doing as the bodyguard said, the man simply walked forward, slowly, step by step before stepping into the light, revealing the standing figure of The Flash. The bodyguard stared in horror as his hands began trembling before completely shaking in fear, the bodyguard's eventually shook uncontrollably with fear as Flash walked closer and closer to the bodyguard. The bodyguard walked backwards, desperate to keep his distance from Flash before he finally found his back against a tree. Flash then stood a mere few feet away from the bodyguard before punching him in the face, knocking the bodyguard out instantly. The bodyguard fell to the ground unconsciously as Flash looked down at the unconscious bodyguard. Flash then looked up at the cabin where the corrupt Senator Adams was hiding.

Inside his cabin, Adams took yet another sip of whiskey from his glass before placing it on the table as he sighed deeply. Suddenly, Adams heard the sounds of whooshing as he felt the presence of another man in his room, a rather hostile presence. Adams then looked up to his left, staring in horror at the sight of The Flash. Before Adams could even make a peep, Flash grabbed Adams by the back of his head before smashing it on the table. Adams looked up at Flash, his nose broken and his face covered in blood. Flash then violently punched Adams in the face five times at super speed before grabbing Adams by the shoulders. Flash then threw Adams off the couch and onto the table as the table broke under Adams' weight. Flash kneeled over Adams, who threw a desperate punch at the Scarlet Speedster. Flash simply grabbed Adams' fist as he flattened it before twisting Adams' arm downward on the ground, causing the corrupt Senator to cry out in pain.

"You can never escape me," Flash growled in his dark, modulated voice. "Your bullets, your bodyguards, your soldiers, your weapons, none of it can hurt me. Nothing harms me...but I know pain. I. Know. Pain. True and real pain."

Adams looked up at Flash in horror as Flash continued speaking

"Sometimes I share it..." Flash continued. "...with someone like you."

"What are you?" Adams squealed in horror.

"You shouldn't be concerned about who I am right now." Flash growled.

Then, Flash twisted Adams' left arm in a more painful position with a loud crack as Adams cried out in pain.

"AHHHH!" Adams cried in pain.

"Your supplier, for the Watchdogs, who is it?" Flash demanded, grabbing Adams by the collar of his shirt.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Liar."

Flash then repeatedly speed punched Adams' stomach, breaking his ribs with every few punches. Adams cried in pain as Flash angrily grabbed him by his collar.

"Your supplier, who is he?" Flash yelled.

"I don't know," Adams begged. "I never knew. I swear to God!"

"Swear to me!" Flash growled as he once again twisted Adams' left arm even more.

"AHHHHHH!" Adams cried.

"WHO'S YOUR SUPPLIER? WHO IS HE? TELL ME!"

"The Superior. H-h-he supplied us."

"I know it was The Superior, tell me his name."

"I-I don't..." Adams tried to speak but was cut off as Flash once again twisted his arm even further, making Adams cry out in pain.

"HIS NAME!" Flash growled, raising his fist in the air, ready to strike it down on Adams' face. "I NEED A NAME! GIVE ME A NAME!"

"I don't have his name. I-I-I swear to you. I've never met him in person. All I have is this: the address where we meet every week." Adams said, handing Flash a piece of paper before raising his hands in a surrender position. "Please, just take it. Take whatever you want and just...just let me go."

"No," Flash growled as his dark and modulated voice echoed through the entire cabin. "Your days as a Senator, your days in the outside world are over. You'll spend the rest of your days in a prison cell. And don't think your friends in the D.A. will help you, I've already taken care of them. You're done, Adams."

With a punch, Flash knocked Adams unconscious as the Scarlet Speedster stood over the unconscious and bloodied body of the Senator.

Later

On the outskirts of New York City, in the grassy flatland, The Flash skidded to a halt. His trail of orange lightning flashed through the night before disappearing. Flash then looked to see a warehouse a few feet away from him. The warehouse looked old and it seemed abandoned. Flash slowly walked towards the warehouse, scanning the area around him. The Scarlet Speedster then reached the doors as he kicked them open. Inside the warehouse, dust was blasted off the dirty floor as it levitated in the air by the force of the doors opening. Flash eyed the inside of the warehouse, confused. The warehouse was empty as Flash entered it. There was almost nothing in it. Nothing except a table with a monitor on it. Flash slowly approached the monitor, moving cautiously towards the table. When he reached it, he extended his arm towards the monitor but before he did anything, the monitor switched on as voice was heard from it.

"Flash," a Russian voice echoed from the monitor, the Superior's clearly. "I assumed you'd be here."

"Stop hiding and show yourself." Flash gritted.

"I would love the honor of fighting you, Flash but by the time I arrived you would've already found me. As you've already found my supply-house."

"You were expecting me."

"Just because you are fast does not mean you aren't predictable. But I will say, you are a difficult man to understand."

"Come and show yourself, Ivanov," Flash growled. "Don't worry, I won't bite. Not hard enough anyways."

"You know who I am." Ivanov said.

"Of course, Anton Ivanov. Leader of the Watchdogs. Called the Superior. It's pathetic really."

"You know who I am..." Ivanov continued. "...good, because I know who you are as well...Barry Allen. Speedster resident of Earth 1, yes?"

Flash reeled back in shock. "How did you know?"

"That is something you will have to find out on your own..." Ivanov replied smugly. "...if you survive."

Suddenly, across the entire warehouse, small red lights beeped, indicating many small devices to have planted in the warehouse. Flash stared at them all in horror, they were bombs. Ivanov and the Watchdogs had rigged the entire place with them. Flash then noticed the amount of time left on all the timers on the bombs: two seconds left. At super speed, Flash turned around and dashed out the warehouse as he ran as quick as he could, the warehouse behind him slowly blowing up and exploding behind him in slow motion. He burst out the doors at super speed, crashing through them as he hadn't been able to phase in time. The rest of the warehouse then exploded as Flash was thrust off his feet before falling onto the ground. The explosion nor the fire hadn't affected him in any way. Flash was laying face-flat on the ground, lightly dazed by the explosion. He slowly crawled onto his knees and elbows when suddenly, he felt a fist punch the back of his head as he fell back onto the ground.

Flash looked up as he tried to identify his attacker but all he saw was red lightning as he was suddenly sent flying fifteen feet in the air before painfully landing on the ground, rolling over in mud. Flash groaned in pain from the hit. He was then able to get onto his feet as he looked forward, staring in shock at the sight of his speedster attacker.

"Clariss?" Flash breathed in shock.

"Hello Flash," The Rival said smugly, his voice distorted much like before. "Nice new outfit. Gotta say, I like it much better than the old one."

"How are you here? You're in Iron Heights back on Earth One."

"How do you think?"

"Alchemy, Savitar. They broke you out."

"You know, they were both pretty disappointed at my failure. Disappointed that I didn't bring you to them," Rival said before dramatically raising his voice. "They threatened to take back my speed! But I won't let that happen, not ever. I will do whatever it takes to keep this gift, this power of mine. And if I have to kill you to do it, so be it."

"I wish I could I say I'm surprised," Flash spat as he and Rival walked in circles. "But I'm not. After all, you're garbage who kills for power...and speed."

"What I am...is the fastest man alive, not you."

"So tell me, how does this work? You, Alchemy, the Cult of Savitar, Ivanov, the Watchdogs, you're all Savitar's little dirty puppets? Doing his dirty work?"

"I am no one's puppet, Flash." Rival snarled, gritting his teeth angrily. "Savitar is nothing but a means to an end. Once I've disposed of him, after I've disposed of you, I'll embrace my true destiny as the fastest man alive not just in the world or the universe but the entire multiverse!"

"You don't have the stones or the speed to do any of those things."

"Maybe not now, but right now I do have the speed to do one thing: kill you."

"If you want to do that..." Flash said, recalling Eobard Thawne's words to him nearly three years ago. "...you're going to have to catch me."

"Challenge accepted."

Rival then charged at Flash in a streak of red lightning. Before he could reach the Scarlet Speedster, Flash turned around and ran off in a flash of orange lightning as the two speedsters raced around the burned down warehouse and the flat grasslands. Flash ran as fast as he could, around and over the damaged warehouse as Rival tailed behind him, the two speedsters were running in some sick game of cat and mouse. Desperate to see who would dominate, who would take the lead. Eventually, Flash grew tired of the game as he tried a different trick. He jumped at super speed off the rooftop of the warehouse, landing on the grassy ground as he waited for Rival to chase after him. Eventually, Rival jumped off the rooftop and followed Flash back on the ground. Flash then ran forward, Rival following him as the two ran at super speed. Suddenly, Flash stopped in his tracks as he dropped to the ground on his knees. Rival tried to stop, in an attempt to avoid hitting Flash and losing balance but he was too late. Rival crashed onto Flash as he tumbled over the Scarlet Speedster who held firm in his position. Rival was sent flying in the air before he landed a few feet away from Flash.

Rival groaned in pain as he slowly got to his feet, turning around to face the Scarlet Speedster who was a mere few feet from himself. The two speedsters glared at each other before finally making their moves. Flash and Rival charged at each other in two different streaks of red and orange lightning, moving so fast that time slowed down around them. Rival swung his fist at Flash but this time the Scarlet Speedster was ready, he was no longer that defenseless, child-like boy of a man who relied on his friends to stop Rival. He had been trained by the League of Shadows, the best of the best. Flash's training and his speed made him a deadly force whereas Rival only had his speed and large ego. Rival threw his fist at Flash, who leaned his torso back, dodging the punch by inches. Rival stumbled forward, having missed his punch as Flash took his opportunity. While Rival was distracted, the Scarlet Speedster charged at Rival, jumping in the air as he threw down a punch at Rival's jaw. Rival stumbled forward as he slowly regained his posture, glaring at Flash.

Rival glared at the Scarlet Speedster, his breathing was heavy, indicating his rage. Flash mentally grinned as he and Rival began walking in circles, keeping little distance between each other. Rival was angry, his rage was now making weaker and it would make him more vulnerable. Rival then angrily charged at Flash as he raised his leg up in the air, aiming to kick the young speedster. However, before Rival could extend his leg to make the kick, Flash swung his fist down on top of Rival's knee, pushing his leg down. Rival stumbled back as he limped on his other leg, Flash's punch took quite a toll on his knee. Rival growled with anger as he angrily charged at Flash, raining on him with punches. Flash blocked every single one of them. Rival threw a back-fist to Flash's face, Flash simply blocked the hit with his right arm before speed-punching Rival in the stomach multiple times.

Rival threw yet another punch, Flash simply skidded to the right, dodging the hit before punching Rival in the jaw, making Rival even more angry. Rival then threw one last punch at Flash, exhausted from his previous attempts. This time, Rival's useless rage and exhaustion took the heaviest toll as Flash deflected the hit, swinging Rival's arm outward. Then, Flash did a turning sidekick, kicking Rival right in the solar plexus, the point of absolute vulnerability in the human body. Rival was sent flying in the air before crashing into a wooden crate, breaking the crate to pieces as he landed painfully on the floor. Flash stood tall, somewhat proud of his rather easy victory as Rival groaned in pain from his injuries of his failed attempt to take on the Scarlet Speedster.

The Rival slowly rose to his feet, turning around to face Flash, who was walking around Rival in circles. The way a shark would swim around it's prey, the way a lion or a tiger would stalk their's. In this position, Rival was prey and The Flash? He was the predator, it was something that Rival hated.

"Had enough yet?" Flash growled venomously.

"No," Rival gritted. "I...am the fastest man alive! I am the greatest speedster ever born! And I will not stop until I have beaten you. If I can't do it with one of me, I'll have to do it with more."

"More?"

Suddenly, Rival began running in circles, red lightning trailing behind him. Then, Rival stopped running as Flash stared in horror. There wasn't just one Rival, there were several, a complete army of them.

"Think you can takes us, Flash?" Rival and the Rival clones said simultaneously.

"Time remnants." Flash realized.

"Exactly." one Rival said, possibly the real and the original. "You aren't the only one who can create those things, you know."

Flash stared at the army of Rivals in horror. This isn't good, but it's not that bad. He thought. I've handled worse before, haven't I? Flash scanned the army of Rivals. In total, there were a total of maybe forty to fifty speedsters (the time remnants plus the original Rival). Flash knew how dangerous his current situation was, he had to be smart and strategic about this. He couldn't have just ran in, lightning blazing but it wasn't like he had too much of a choice. Sure, he was faster than Rival but the remnants could've surrounded and trapped him before he got his path. Flash clenched his fists tightly, knowing very well how hard this was going to be and how dangerous and deadly the situation was.

"So, you want me?" Flash spat. "Alright then, come and get me."

"Flash." the Rivals all said simultaneously. "You're too weak to stop all of us."

"Come and find out." Flash dared.

The Rival army chuckled as they all charged at Flash, running towards them in flashes of red lightning. Suddenly, the Rivals all abruptly stopped, frozen in their position, the lightning behind them stopped in the air. Meanwhile though, Flash had orange lightning coursing through his body as he stared at the frozen Rivals. They weren't actually frozen, they were moving much slower than him. Over the past month, Flash had been increasing his speed, getting faster and faster. Now here he was, moving so fast that he could practically see Rival and his time remnants in slow motion. Flash then charged at the Rivals, knowing that they were all defenseless against him. Flash then stopped in his tracks as he began running in circles as fast as he could. Then, a blue portal filled with electricity appeared as Flash then began throwing the Rivals into the portal, allowing them to vanish to an unknown fate.

One by one, Flash kept on throwing the defenseless Rivals into the portal. All until there was one, the original Rival, left. Flash then stopped running as time around him slipped back to normal. Rival the looked around the flat grasslands, noticing that it was empty save for the burned down warehouse, the Flash and himself. Rival glared at Flash with anger.

"Where are my remnants?" Rival yelled with anger.

"I locked them up in the Speed Force." Flash growled, his dark, modulated voice thickened in his speech.

"How? I barely saw you do that." Rival breathed. "How did you beat me?"

Flash let out a fake laugh. "It's simple. I got faster. Didn't you?"

"No," Rival growled. "but mark my words, Flash, I will. I will come back, faster than ever before and I will kill you."

"I miss the part where I just let you get away."

Before Rival could do anything, Flash charged at the speedster, throwing a punch to him, knocking Rival off his feet and onto the ground. Flash got onto his knees as he repeatedly speed-punched the Rival, over and over, punch after punch. Blood trickled down Rival's mouth as mask tore open, bruises on his face from Flash's punches. Flash then stopped his punch grabbing Rival by the collar of his suit before ripping his mask off, revealing the face of Edward Clariss.

"Who sent you here?" Flash demanded. "WHO SENT YOU?"

"He...he..." Clariss tried to speak but his injuries prevented him from doing so.

Flash angrily growled as he held Clariss by the collar of his suit with one hand. With the other, Flash began violently punching Clariss over and over again, on his face and his stomach, breaking and cracking his ribs with each blow.

"WHO SENT YOU?" Flash yelled as he raised his fist above Clariss' head in anger. "Tell me! Who sent you?"

"The Cult..." Clariss breathed. "...the Cult of Savitar. Alchemy brought me here."

"Alchemy's on Earth 1."

"There's another one, one for this earth."

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, I never knew."

"Why did they send you after me?"

"A distraction..." Clariss said, much to Flash's confusion. "...so they could...they could get their next target."

"Who's their next target?" Flash demanded as he twisted Clariss' arm, earning a cry of pain from the speedster. "Answer me!"

"Quake!" Clariss cried out. "They're targeting Quake."

"The vigilante? Why?"

"I don't know. Alchemy said Savitar told him to get her personally. He told me to come and distract you."

"Too bad you failed." Flash spat as he rose to his feet.

Clariss looked up at Flash, still shocked from his feat. "How did you do it? How were you able to beat me?"

"Because..." Flash said before throwing a punch to Clariss' head, knocking him out in the process. "...I'm the goddamn Flash."

Flash then grabbed a set of meta-dampening cuffs from his suit as he placed them on Clariss' wrists, dampening his powers while keeping him restrained. Flash then got to his feet as he looked out to the distance of the flat grasslands, seeing New York City within a distance.

"Gideon." Flash called out.

"Yes, Flash," Gideon said, coming online inside Flash's helmet. "How may I be of assistance?"

"I need you to track down Quake and get a location on her," Flash ordered. "Alchemy and the Cult of Savitar are after her. I have to get to her before they do."

"Running worldwide satellite scan."

"Good," Flash said, turning his head to face the unconscious Edward Clariss on the ground. "In the meantime, I have to notify S.H.I.E.L.D. They're about to get another prisoner."

"Shall I notify them on your behalf?"

"No, don't. I'll do it myself. Just find Quake, before it's too late. I don't know why Savitar wants here or how he, Alchemy and the Cult are here but it can't be for anything good."

A/N: That's it for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it.

The whole scene with that bodyguard shakily aiming his gun at Flash but not firing it at him out of fear was inspired by a scene in the animated 2012 movie: The Dark Knight Returns.

The scene in the cabin with Adams, as most of you Batman fans probably know, was inspired by the 2011 animated movie: Batman: Year One. I know I kinda just copied some of Batman's lines and gave it over to Flash but it felt right with me.

Adams, the corrupt Senator, is an O.C. He is not a Marvel or DC character, I created him. I own him. Nothing more, nothing less.

The Flash's fight with the Rival was inspired by Barry's fight with Thawne in the season 7 finale of The Flash.

Well, looks like Year One has begun! And things aren't looking so good. Savitar has apparently ordered Alchemy and the Cult to capture Daisy. Will Flash be able to rescue the Inhuman in time? Or will the God of Speed capture her before Flash can save her? Stay tuned to find out. Sorry again for not updating in actual ages.

Warning: Updates will be much, much slower now.