Opening up the door to her dad's office, Barri hands him a cup of some strong coffee. There had been a string of ATM robberies around town and no witnesses. He was pulling in a lot of hours and would be working late that night. "Here, dad." David looks up from his paperwork and takes the large cup with a sigh.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He took a large drink and looked at her over the rim of the cup. "Why don't you go home and get some sleep, Bare. You look tired," he suggested.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead," she replied and then shot him a grin. "Kidding; and going." She walked around his desk to bring him into a tight hug. "We'll get him, dad," she promised. Based on the guy's history, he was probably going to hit another one that night. She'd be ready. When she pulled back, Barri got a good look at David. He looked run down and exhausted. "Dad go home. Let the guys patrolling tonight go after this guy," she ordered gently. "You look like you need more sleep than I do. Don't make me call Rob and tell on you," she threatened before giving him a kiss on his cheek.

"I'll head home in a few minutes," David promised.

"Good. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby." Barri walked out of his office and to the front doors. She gave a quick wave to Johnson and Miller, who were leaning against Miller's desk, talking. They both looked just as tired as David, but they were assigned Snart's case after he derailed the train. It was originally Eddie and Joe's case, but Eddie had petitioned for them to be put on a whole other case; ihers/i. According to Eddie, the Streak was a menace. Is this how Spiderman felt in the comics with J. Jonah Jameson always on his ass? She empathized.

"Hey, Barri," a voice called, and she turned her head to see Joe.

"What can I do for you, detective?" She questioned. He glanced around and Barri realized that he wanted to talk about her alter-ego.

"Can you try to talk some sense into Iris?" He asked with a sigh. "As the Streak? She's still continuing with that stupid blog, and I'm getting worried." Barri nodded, though she wasn't sure what she could actually say to change Iris' mind. The Wests were known for their stubbornness.

"I'll see what I can do," she answered. He nodded in thanks, and then walked back over to where Eddie was staring intently at a computer screen. She continued on her way, and as soon as Barri reached the alley next to the station, she glanced around to make sure no one was there and sped her way to STAR Labs.

She changed into her suit and after saying hi to Cisco and Caitlin, made her way to a few of Iris' haunts. She found her, alone, at Jitters. She was tapping away at her laptop's keyboard, taking sips of coffee occasionally. Barri burst in and vibrated her vocal cords to disguise her voice. "I heard you were writing about me." Iris jumped, almost knocking the cup over and stood quickly.

"Oh my God, you're here! Hi." Iris exhaled sharply. "Yeah – yes, I've been writing about you," she admitted.

"That's got to stop," Barri ordered. A defiant look entered the other woman's dark eyes.

"People have a right to know who has been saving them for the past few months," Iris argued.

"It's put you at risk, Miss West," Barri retaliated. "If one of my enemies finds out who writes those blogs, they will come after you. I don't need that hanging over my head." Too harsh? Iris reared back and blinked a few times. Yeah, maybe too harsh. "I appreciate what you're trying to do, but the less known about me, the better," she tried.

"I don't care what happens to me," Iris fought. "The people you save deserve to know who rescued them. You deserve to be treated as who you are; a hero." Barri sighed, realizing there was no changing her mind that night.

"If you're going to continue doing this, can you do me a favor?" Iris tilted her head questioningly. "Please stop calling me the Streak. It's – it sucks."

"What do you want to be called?" Iris asked and Barri just smiled before speeding out.

During her patrol, Barri noticed a Hummer speeding down the street, an ATM machine attached to the back and swinging wildly. There's ATM guy, she thought, preparing herself to chase after him. A kid's ball bounced into the street, the little boy chasing after it; right into path of the Hummer barreling towards him. Barri sped towards the child, scooping him up just in time for the Hummer to pass them. "Are you alright?" She questioned. The little boy looked shaken but nodded. His mother ran up to them, checking the kid over for injuries and thanking Barri. She nodded, and then took off after the man in the Hummer.

Quickly gaining ground, Barri was soon next to the Hummer. The man looked over at her, confused, and Barri returned the look. Why did he look so familiar? He frowned and turned the wheel sharply trying to hit her. She dodged, and the man hit the curb and then a pole.

The man stepped out of the Hummer and glared at Barri. She ran forward, aiming to punch the man in the face when he turned to steel. She didn't have time to slow her punch down and flinched when her knuckles broke on impact. She retreated back a few dozen feet, cradling her broken hand. She looked back at him in time to see the steel seemingly melt back into normal flesh on his face. Another meta.

She tried again, kicking and punching but he always turned to steel before her hits could meet him. He ducked under one of her kicks, slamming his hand down on her knee, the kneecap dislocating with a crunch. She gasped, swinging her leg back and putting all of her weight on the other leg. The man gave her no time to get her bearings before a fist landed in her side, cracking, and most likely breaking, some ribs. Barri doubled over, grasping at her side as another hit came down on her left cheek. She fell to the ground, knowing that her cheek was most likely cracked as well. Blood pooled in her mouth and she was in so much pain that Barri wasn't sure whether the blood was coming from her teeth slicing into her cheek, or from biting her tongue.

The man lifted her up by the front of her suit and grinned cruelly at her. "Nighty night, Streak," was the last thing she heard before his face turned to steel and he reared back his head, snapping it forward into her face. As another crack sounded, Barri knew that one was her nose as the warm liquid traveled down her face. He dropped her to the ground and Barri was in and out of consciousness enough to see him walk back towards the Hummer and climb in. He drove off, the ATM machine still attached to the back.

Barri rolled to her side, wheezing for breath. She needed to get somewhere safe. That's all she wanted; safe. What felt safe?

David Singh was lying on his couch, his head pillowed on his fiancé's lap. Fiancé. It was such an odd concept for him. For so long it was just him, and then it was just him and Barri. Now, it was the three of them; him and the two most important people in his life. "Honey, you're thinking very loudly." David's dark brown eyes opened to stare into the soft blue hue of Rob's eyes and David could swear he just melted a bit.

"Sorry," he apologized quietly. Rob smiled down at him and then bent his head to press his lips to David's softly. When they pulled away, David reached up to trace the apple of Rob's cheek with his thumb. "I love you." Rob's smile brightened.

"I love you, too, David." He bent back down to seal their lips together again when the front door burst open and they were both startled by a gust of wind. David moved himself off the couch as quickly as possible, reaching for the gun strapped under the table and aiming. His eyes widened when he saw it was the Streak, covered in blood. The Streak reached up with a clearly broken hand and grasped onto the cowl, pulling it down. Long dark hair tumbled down the Streak's shoulder and pain stricken hazel eyes stared at him.

David dropped the arm holding up the gun, letting it clatter on to the coffee table. Even through all the blood, he recognized those features. "Oh, God," Rob gasped from behind him. Clearly, Rob knew her, too.

"Barri?" He questioned.

"Daddy?" She gasped, attempting to take a step forward before her legs gave out on her and she fell to her knees. David rounded the table faster than he thought possible in time to catch Barri's upper body before falling forward.

"Barri?" He called to her, shaking her lightly but after her eyes rolled back into her head, she was out. "Rob, call an ambulance!"

"We'll reveal her secret," Rob countered, though he was already starting to dial.

"Shit!" David tried to think of somewhere else before it dawned on him. "Hasn't she been spending a lot of time at STAR Labs?" He questioned. Rob stopped before hitting the 'call' button on his screen, thumb still hovering.

"Yes. Do you think they know?"

"They helped her while in the coma. They might be her best shot."

"I'll go get the car ready," Rob said before dashing to grab his keys and out the door. David kept on arm securely around Barri's shoulders and slid the other under her knees and lifted. He flinched when her left knee felt off; it was clearly dislocated, and he had the sudden desire to rip apart whoever did this to her. He walked out the front door, not even bothering to lock it behind him and Rob was waiting by the running car and opened the back door for him to slid Barri in.

"You sit in the back with her, I'll drive," David ordered, knowing he could reach STAR Labs faster than Rob could. The other man nodded, climbing into the back and reaching out to help support her head and neck as they both maneuvered her in. Once Rob had Barri secured in his arms, David shut the door and rounded the car, climbing into the driver's seat and peeling out of the driveway and towards STAR Labs.

He could hear Rob murmuring softly to Barri in the back, probably stroking her hair, maybe trying to rub some of the blood on her face off. How could he not know his daughter was the Streak? Why didn't she tell him? He thought back to the night he proposed to Rob; Barri wanted to tell David something. Was this it? Was she going to come clean about the metahuman who was saving Central City from other metahumans? How did he miss this?

After a few more minutes, David squealed to a stop outside of the labs, throwing the car into park. He almost slipped on the gravel in his haste to get to the other back door. As he threw it open, Rob's face stared back at him, pale and frightened. "She's not doing good, David." David's heart skipped a beat. This was not happening again. Barri was going to be just fine. This was not turning into another coma. He took her back into his arms, her head rolling onto his shoulder.

"Come on," he urged quietly, he and Rob hurrying through the front doors. "Stay with me, baby." They made their way down the hallways quickly, David picking up the sound of voices.

"What exactly are we debating?" Wells, David's mind supplied.

"The average number of bugs Barry swallows in a day of running," another male voice answered, sounding younger than Doctor Wells.

"I look forward to seeing you accept your Nobel," Wells commented dryly as David and Rob burst into the room. Wells turned in his wheelchair, eyes widening when they settled on Barri in David's arms.

"Barri? What?" The younger male with shoulder length dark hair sputtered. The woman, Doctor Snow, if David remembered correctly, quickly schooled herself and motioned for David to lay Barry out on one of the tables. David backed away but watched closely as the woman ran experienced hands over Barri, flinching a couple of times. She glanced up at them when she finished her examination, expression grim.

"If either of you are squeamish, I'd leave now," she recommended. David shifted and his arms crossed. He certainty wasn't going anywhere; not while his daughter was lying on a table, bleeding. Rob's comforting presence was still beside him, so he knew the other man wasn't leaving, either. Snow nodded and got to work. She and the other man rolled Barri to a room with an x-ray machine in it to see how many broken bones she had; thirteen in just her hand alone. Oh, yeah. He was most definitely going to rip this bastard apart.

Barri awoke with a pain filled groan. She could tell that bones were back in place, but after everything set, she was left with some aches that would take about two hours to go away. "Barri?" Her eyes opened to see Caitlin leaning over her looking worried. "How are you feeling?" The brunette questioned, reaching out to help Barri sit up slowly.

"Sore," she answered honestly, hissing when she moved her left knee the wrong way.

"Dude, you look like you got hit by a train," Cisco oh so helpfully supplied.

"Feels like it, too," Barri replied, rolling her neck. Her gaze moved across the room and settled off to the side where David and Rob were standing, both looking very worried. "Dad? Rob?" She questioned. What were they doing there? They both made their way over to her, Caitlin and Cisco moving out of their way. Rob reached forward, gripping her hand and smiling softly.

"Hi, sweetheart. How are you?"

"I'm okay; I can feel myself healing. I'll be good in no time. How-"

"You came over after your fight with whoever did this," David started, motioning towards her blood covered suit lying on a chair in a corner. She glanced down quickly; Caitlin must have changed her into some clothes she had left aside. "We brought you here as soon as we could. Bare, why didn't you tell me you were the Streak?" Barri made a face.

"Ugh, I hate that name," she grumbled and then looked over at David. "I was planning on tell you soon," she promised. "It's just that, no time felt right. It didn't seem like something to be brought up over dinner."

"You have thirteen fractures in your hand alone, which is a new record. You also have a concussion, three cracked ribs, and a bruised spleen," Caitlin rattled off. "Even with your powers, this will all take a couple more hours to heal."

"Who did this to you?" Rob asked, thumb running gently over a knuckle that Barri remembered breaking over the man's face earlier.

"I don't know. He's the guy that's been stealing ATMs, though," she said, directing that one at David. "He had one dragging behind the Hummer he was driving; it was probably stolen, too. I made him crash into a pole and when we started fighting, he turned his skin to metal," she explained. Wells leaned back, arms crossing.

"Interesting. A man of steel." He almost seemed to be smirking to himself, which piqued Barri's interest.

"Why didn't you call anyone?" Cisco asked.

"I didn't think I needed any help," Barri shrugged. "I figured it was just going to be a simple robbery; flash in, detain him, flash out."

"Well, you're just lucky he didn't knock any teeth out. Those puppies don't grow back," Cisco supplied. Barri shot him a dark look and attempted to get out of the bed.

"No," David ordered, his hand gently lying Barri back down. "You need to rest, Bare." She sighed, knowing he was right.

"I think I knew him," Barri blurted out.

"What do you mean?" Caitlin questioned.

"He said something that was familiar, but he's going to hurt someone if I don't stop him." She looked over the group. "How do I fight someone made of steel?"

"We will find a way," Wells encouraged. "Tonight, though, you will heal." He turned his chair to face David and Rob. "Will you two be staying with her?" David nodded.

"Yes; I'll also be taking her home when she's healed enough." His tone left no arguments. Wells nodded in understanding and wheeled himself out of the room. Cisco followed after saying his own goodnights to the rest of the group. Caitlin stayed for a bit longer, looking over some more charts.

"You should be healed enough to head home in two hours. Do not push yourself at all tonight or tomorrow," she ordered. Barri gave a sloppy salute and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe she was still so sore.

"Get some rest, Bare," David urged, a hand running through her hair. It didn't take much persuading.

When Barri woke back up a couple hours later, Caitlin, who had passed out on one of the cots in the other room, did a couple more scans and cleared her to go, reminding her again to not do anything strenuous for the rest of night or the next day. David and Rob both nodded in agreement, looking serious, and Barri knew that neither of them would be letting her out of the sights for a while.

The drive back to David and Rob's house was quiet, and when they got inside, Barri flinched at the blood that was on the floor from where she had collapsed. She looked back at the two men, prepared to apologize, when she noticed that they were both covered in dried blood; David a bit more than Rob. She opened her mouth, but David shook his head. "Go take a shower and then go to bed. We can talk in the morning about all of this." Barri nodded, rushing forward to give him a tight hug.

"I'm okay, dad," she murmured into his shoulder. His arms tightened around her.

"That was the scariest moment of my life," he finally said, voice tight. "Don't you ever do that to me again, Bernadette." Barri's eyes twitched. He broke out the first name.

"It hardly ever happens," she soothed.

"That is not comforting," he griped before pulling away. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then ushered her up the steps. She first stopped by her old room. It still had few things in it, but most of the things she'd taken with her to her apartment. Her old bed was still there, as well as a dresser and some band posters. She rummaged around in the dresser, hoping that she kept a few articles of clothing there.

Thankfully, she was smart and had left some things. She found a pair of cotton shorts and a large tee shirt with Nirvana written on it. Barri was pretty sure it belonged to an ex-boyfriend. She took her shower, and then climbed into bed, not looking forward to the talk in the morning.

"How did this happen?" David asked, his back to Barri while he was flipping a pancake.

"When the Particle Accelerator exploded and I get hit by that lightning bolt, it changed some things," she answered, taking a drink of the coffee in front of her.

"Did this happen to others?" She nodded.

"Mardon, this steel guy," she said with a shrug. "We call them metahumans. Us," she corrected. "We call us metahumans."

"These people are dangerous, Barri," David said with a sigh. "I really don't like the idea of you out there fighting them."

"I'm dangerous, too," she countered, taking a couple of the pancakes David had sat in the middle of the table quickly and began to eat.

"This is why you were on your feet so quickly after the coma," he realized, eyes narrowing in thought. "How quickly can you heal?"

"I broke my arm a couple months ago. It healed within three hours." David dropped his utensils and his head fell into his hands. Barri dropped her own and reached forward to grip his arm. He looked up at her; her face that was so mangled and broken and bloody the night before, was clear of any blood or scratches. "I have a team behind me, dad," she reminded him. "I will be just fine. I'll always come home." He shot her a look. That was something he had always told her when she was worried about a case he had; that he would be just fine and would always come home.

"Nice, using my own words against me." She smiled and got back to eating.

"Can you pass the syrup?"

A few hours later, Barri was sitting on top of Miller's desk, nursing another cup of coffee as more details of the man who robbed ATMs and turned to steel came to life. A mugshot popped up on the screen David was pointing at. "We have a name; Anthony Woodward." Tony, she thought, her mind flashing back to when she was kid after her mom was murdered and her dad was arrested.

Little Barri was hurrying towards her next class, books clenched tightly in her arms. A shove to her back knocked her down, books scattering. She reached for them, but one was kicked out of arms reach. Barri glanced up to see Tony Woodward standing there. He was a boy in her class. He was large and kind of mean. At least to her. "Well, well. If it isn't the murderer's daughter." Barri's eyes shut tightly, warding off tears.

"He's not a murderer," she protested, eyes opening and glaring up at him.

"Oh, yeah?" He challenged, kneeling down so they were closer to eye level. "Then why is your mommy six feet under with stab wounds?" Something in Barri snapped, and she punched him. He snarled, about to retaliate, when a teacher rounded a corner just in time for Barri to get in trouble.

That was the first time David had been called to principal's office for Barri fighting, but it certainly wasn't the last. After the run-down on Tony, Joe came up to her asking about her talk with Iris went. "I tried," was all Barri could say. "Hopefully it sticks." He also asked about Tony since one of the pictures shown was of her and Tony fighting from the perspective of a street camera. She told him that he can turn his skin to metal and that she got her ass handed to her. Also, that David and Rob now knew.

"Iris better not be next," he warned. "She needs to stay away from this shit." He walked away and Barri sighed before making her way to David's office.

"So, I remember where I know him from," she said instead of announcing herself and shut the door behind her. David raised a dark eyebrow, motioning for her to continue. "Remember that kid I punched when I was twelve?" She asked.

"Yes," he nodded and then his eyes widened. "You punched – Tony," he remembered, leaning back in his seat. "I remember him now. Your first of many fights." She shrugged with an easy grin. "Did you also date him?" Barri flinched a bit. Tony wasn't necessarily a bad boyfriend, but it sucks when you find out someone was dating you just to get close to your best friend.

"What can I say? You raised a fighter. I'll be going to STAR Labs tonight. Cisco has some ideas on how to train to beat this guy." David sighed in that way only exasperated parents are able to.

"Just be safe. Please? For my blood pressure?" Barri frowned at him.

"Dad, you aren't even forty yet. Don't turn into an old man on me now."

"Out." Barri smiled again.

"Love you!"

"Love you, too." She shut the door behind her and almost ran into Eddie.

"Oh, hey, Barri."

"Hey. You good, Eddie?"

"You know that blog Iris has been writing about the Streak?" Barri nodded, not liking where this was heading. "She posted another one earlier about an encounter she had with him last night." God damnit, Iris. "Get this; she signed her name this time." Fuck. Joe was going to murder her. "I just don't know what to do anymore," he sighed. "I'm just trying to keep her safe and she pulls shit like this. What if someone comes after her because she signed her name?"

That was exactly what Barri was worried about.

"I call it Girder," Cisco announced proudly as he unveiled a metal dummy for Barri to practice on and she eyed it nervously.

"Don't worry," Caitlin interjected. "I'm on standby with supplies."

"Comforting," Barri mumbled before rolling her shoulders and loosening her limbs, preparing for an attack. She eyed the dummy again and flashed towards it, a trail of lightning her wake. She tossed a couple punches, putting varying degrees of force behind each one, until she ran at it again, using her shoulder to hopefully make a harder it.

It backfired spectacularly. She bounced off, sliding across the floor, holding her arm close to her body. Caitlin rushed over, deemed her shoulder dislocated, and popped it back into place within a couple of minutes. "Thanks," Barri groaned and rolled her shoulder gingerly.

"Stop that," Caitlin ordered, pointing a finger in Barri's face before walking back over to the console of computers. Barri chuckled lightly and went back over to the steel dummy, studying it. There had to be a way for her to beat him. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she glanced at the text, surprised to see it was from Oliver.

So, if you're still interested in that date, how's this Friday. 8?

Barri bit her lip to try to stop the excited grin from spreading across her face as she typed out her reply. She typed and deleted at least a dozen times. At first, she sounded too excited and then she sounded uninterested. She finally decided on something a couple minutes later.

8 sounds great. Just let me know where I'm heading, and I'll be there.

She pocketed her phone again and looked over at Caitlin when she made a noise. "Cait?" She questioned, moving over to the brunette. Her brown eyes glanced up at Barri and she frowned.

"Iris posted another blog about you. Mentioned that you two talked yesterday," she commented. Barri nodded.

"Yeah, Eddie told me earlier."

"What a stupid thing to do," Caitlin continued. Barri's phone went off again, and she looked at it. This time it was from Joe asking if she'd heard from Iris. She replied that she hadn't, and then looked at Cisco.

"Can you pull up the security camera at Jitters?" Cisco nodded, tapping away at the keyboard in front of him before he paled.

"She's there. So is Girder." That was all Barri needed before she quickly changed into her suit and sped over to the coffee shop. When she got there, Iris was backed into one of the tables, Tony looming over her. The remains of Iris' phone were crumbled next to her laptop. Tony glanced over at Barri with a smirk.

"Thought this might you get here," he commented, backing away from Iris and stalking towards Barri. She braced herself; this was probably going to hurt.

After getting her ass handed to her for the second time, Barri was sitting up on the same bed as the night before, an icepack to her bruised cheek. She wasn't beat nearly as bad as before, but she still hurt. "You have got to stop putting yourself in harms way!" Wells was saying loudly; not really shouting, but close to it.

"What else am I supposed to do? I feel helpless, even with these powers! Just like I did when my mom was murdered." Cisco interrupted their spat to let her know he'd calculated what speed she'd need to reach to actually do some damage to Tony. "I've never gone that fast before," Barri frowned and then looked at the time. She had promised David and Rob she'd be by for dinner that night. "Look, I have to go. Cisco, if you can think of anything else besides me somehow going faster than the speed of sound, I'd really appreciate it." She flashed out, appearing in front of David and Rob's house a couple seconds later. She knocked on the door and as soon as it opened, Rob's smiling face melted into one of concern. Oh, right. The bruise.

"Is that Barri?" David called from somewhere inside.

"Yes, and she's hurt again!" Rob called back.

"No, I'm not!" She countered, moving into the house and shutting the door behind her. David rushed in and looked her over. "It's just a bruise and it'll be gone before dinner is over."

"What happened?" Rob asked as they all took a seat at the table and he handed her a glass of red wine. She took a large drink and sighed.

"Tony targeted Iris tonight to draw me out. Kicked my ass again," she pouted and stabbed at her chicken with her fork.

"Your nerd squad hasn't figured something out yet?" David questioned.

"Cisco did some calculations, and I will somehow have to travel at the speed of sound to beat this guy." She placed her fork down and leaned back with a groan. "I've never gone that fast. What if I catch on fire again?"

"Excuse me?"

"Again?!"

"I confronted Wells." Barri paused mid sip of her coffee and glanced over at Joe.

"About what?"

"I think he knows more about metahumans that he lets on," he explained. Barri's eyebrows furrowed and she lowered her voice.

"I'm a little skeptical, too. When he talked about Tony, he called him a 'man of steel' with this odd look on his face. Almost like he said something funny that only he'd get." Joe's eyes narrowed as he mulled over Barri's words. Eddie rushed in, breathing heavily. He explained that something happened at Jitters and when they pulled up the security footage, it showed Tony kidnapping Iris. Barri shared a look with Joe. "Tell my dad what's going on," she said in a rush before tossing her coffee away and exiting the building as quickly as possible by a human's standard. As soon as she was clear, she flashed to the cortex to grab her suit.

"Do we know where she is?" She asked as soon as she and changed and appeared in front of Caitlin, Cisco, and Wells.

"An alarm was just triggered at the high school," Caitlin supplied. "Best lead, so far." Barri nodded and flashed out towards the high school. She burst through the door and slammed into Tony, who thankfully had no time to change is skin and they both rolled down the hall. They got their bearings back at the same time and every hit Barri threw was met by steel. She grabbed Iris, pulling her down one of the hallways off the main stretch Tony was still standing in.

"Stay here," she ordered a bit breathlessly and stood up. She flashed a bit further away from both of them, and pressed on the comm. "How far did you say I'd have to get?"

"Five point three miles," Cisco replied. "You're going to do it?"

"It's the only chance we got," she exhaled.

"Bare, you have this." That was David. "Kick his ass, baby girl." She grinned and sped away.

Five point three miles away, to be exact. She skidded to a stop, took a deep breath, and readied herself. You got this.

Barri ran, surprised by the burst of speed she produced. She crashed through the school doors again with a loud boom, and saw Tony shifting to steel right before her fist crashed into his face.

"Supersonic punch, baby!" Cisco cheered over the comms, but Barri barely heard it. The force of the hit had to have broken her hand, and pain was shooting up her arm. She heard Tony climb to his feet before crashing back down, knocked out. She glanced up, surprised to see Iris shaking her hand out.

"Nice one," Barri commented, leaning back against the row of lockers.

"I think I broke my hand," Iris said.

"Me, too."

Barri's hand was indeed broken, and already healed three hours later. She was standing in front of the cell in the pipeline containing Tony, watching as he slowly came to. "Where am I?" He looked around and stared her down. "Streak? What is this place?" Barri took her cowl of slowly, shaking her hair out into natural waves and met his surprised blue eyes. "Barri? You're the Streak?" She nodded.

"Yes. And you're where you can't hurt anyone again." She turned on her heel and walked away.

"Barri? Hey, wait!"

"I'll come bring you something to eat in a couple hours," she said and closed the large door to the pipeline behind her. As she reached the cortex, David was staring at Wells disapprovingly.

"Having a private prison is illegal," he was saying. Barri honestly agreed, but until prisons had somewhere that metas couldn't break out of, the pipeline was the safest place. Wells said as much, but David was still unhappy.

"Come on, dad," Barri said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door. "Let's go get some food." She looked at Caitlin and asked if she'd feed Tony when she got the chance. The brunette nodded, and Barri and David went back to his house for a late dinner, regaling Rob with that night's happenings.

"Jesus," he cursed, downing a glass of wine quickly and Barri let out a little laugh. Yeah, she understood that reaction.

She decided to head back to her apartment, the two men reluctant to let her out of their sights. She promised she wouldn't go out that night and went straight home. She was perusing the internet when she stumbled across Iris' blog. There was a new entry and Barri read through it quickly and paused when she reached the end.

'A friend recently gave me the idea for a new name; hopefully, he likes it. I have a feeling it's really going to catch on.'

Barri saw Flash had replaced Streak at the top of blog and she smiled brightly as she shut the laptop. She remembered Oliver telling her to save her city in a flash and her smile grew.

Yeah, she liked it.