Dividing By Zero by Nancy Brown
Seconds later, Clark and Kara were in the air, scanning with their x-ray vision.
"Nothing," reported one, and then the other.
The rubble yielded no clues. The Atom sifted at his tiny level, the rest at macroscopic, but there was no residual to tell them exactly what Toyman's device had done.
Just like last time, Bruce thought but couldn't say out loud. He kept examining the too-small piles of debris.
"Tell me you've got something," Wally begged.
Something about this was familiar; every time he tried to capture the thought, he only found an image of Ace.
"I don't."