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Barry Allen, a crime scene investigator for the Central City Police department, was a bright young man.
But it was hard for outsiders to imagine that he had experienced an extremely brutal childhood nightmare when he was 11 years old.
His father, who was a doctor, was accused of killing his wife and was thus arrested and imprisoned.
This was a reality far more painful than losing his parents.
Making a child accept that his father had become a murderer.
The gentle mother died by her husband's hands.
It was really too dark.
If the background were Gotham city, it wouldn't be a surprise if Barry Allen became a super-criminal or gang leader.
He then joined Batman's huge fan club and spent years in and out of Blackgate Penitentiary or Arkham Asylum.
Fortunately.
This was Central City.
It was one of the few cities in the DC universe that could be called normal.
Even the villainous Rogues had principles, never bullying the weak.
Compared with Gotham's psychopaths, lunatics, and anti-human elements, they were simply angels.
Barry Allen, who lost his parents and was left unattended, wasn't sent to an orphanage.
Officer Joe West of the Central City Police Department adopted him and made sure he made it through college.
He was a friend of Barry's father, an honest policeman, and a warm-hearted man.
After graduating from college, Barry chose to enter the Central City Police Department in an effort to clear his father's name, who was sentenced to life in prison.
Yes, he never regarded his father as a criminal.
Because young Barry witnessed the murderer!
At that time, there were two red and yellow lightning in the room, entangled with each other!
It's just that no one believed it. They all thought that Barry suffered severe mental trauma, which led to hallucinations.
The words of an 11-year-old child simply had no weight.
Therefore, Barry successfully entered the Central City Police Department with the firm idea of reuniting with his father.
While working, he was looking for new clues.
Until the lightning bolt fell from the sky, breaking his quiet life.
The big explosion of the particle accelerator, together with the mixed liquid in the laboratory and the lightning, changed Barry's fate.
He got the Speed Force and became the speedster.
Since then, Central City welcomed the first superhero, the Flash.
Barry used the Speed Force to punish evil and fight crime while investigating the tragedy that happened in his childhood and finally learning the truth.
A future person named 'Eobard Thawne', nicknamed 'Reverse-Flash'...
He was the one who traveled to the Flash's time and murdered Barry's mother.
The real goal of the Reverse-Flash was actually young Barry.
However, the future Flash prevented him from killing Barry's mother in order to vent his anger, which caused the birth of a tragedy.
However, the Reverse-Flash ignored the space-time continuum. He was able to obtain the Speed Force by replicating the Flash's accident.
If Barry Allen didn't become the Flash, he would be affected and lose everything.
In other words, Reverse-Flash locked himself in this time and space and could never return to the future.
Because he didn't have the Speed Force anymore, he couldn't continue to travel through the infinite corridor of time and space.
In order to save himself and go home, the Reverse-Flash could only wait silently for Barry Allen to grow up and recreate the accident with his own hands so that the Flash would reappear, thus forming a closed-loop.
This was the feud between the Reverse-Flash and the Flash, becoming arch-enemies.
"I feel like I had a long sleep and a long dream."
Barry Allen, awake, took the coffee from his adoptive father, Joe.
He felt like he had a hangover, and his mind was tangled up.
He felt that there were a lot of pictures flashing by, just like a fractured memory.
"You're probably under too much pressure, Barry."
Joe held the young man's shoulder and comforted him, "But there's nothing we can do about it. We've been working on this case for 18 hours, and we still don't have a clear idea of what's going on, and people want to know the truth. The media is fanning the flames, and there's a lot of pressure on everyone."
"So, you have to work harder, Barry. and try to extract more critical clues from the evidence found at the crime scene."
Joe was an experienced cop, and he and his colleagues were recently investigating a murder case.
According to the preliminary judgment, the murderer was likely a super criminal.
"Well, thanks for the coffee and pep-talk, Joe."
Barry smiled and nodded. He finished his cup of steaming coffee and started working with Speed Force as a habit.
"Ah, this ... where's my speed?"
Then, sobering up, Barry felt something was wrong.
'The Speed Force, it's gone!'
The wonderful power that wasn't bound by the laws of physics not only could accelerate Barry when he was running but also helped in daily life.
As long as he used his speed, time would slow down for him.
Barry could do his work several times over with amazing efficiency.
For example, read all the files in 10 seconds, then run around Central City twice, track the criminals through clues, and then send them to the police station.
Exam memorization, take out, doing experiments ... When he wanted to sleep in in the morning, Barry would use Speed Force to wash up quickly and then rush to Central City Police Station.
It could be said that the Speed Force was simply the best tool for the Flash.
But!
Now!
It was gone!
Barry's mind was still running 'slowly' at its usual speed.
What could have been done in 1 millisecond was now done in minutes and hours.
Barry felt very uncomfortable, and he felt like a sloth named Lightning in Zootopia.
Everything was so slow.
"What's the matter, Barry?"
Joe asked, frowning.
He noticed Barry's abnormality. The other party seemed very uncomfortable.
"I'm ... a little nauseous."
Barry tried to adjust his state and return to the rhythm of normal life.
"By the way, Joe, if this is a super-criminal murder case, what should we do? Get help from the Flash?"
While pretending to be working, he changed the subject and diverted his adoptive father's attention.
But then, Joe's answer left Barry completely stunned.
"Who's the Flash? What are you talking about? Were you drunk last night?"
Joe's eyes were strange; he didn't understand Barry at all.
"To confirm the identity of the criminal, of course, we need the help of 'Citizen Cold', the greatest hero of this city."
'Citizen Cold?'
Barry stared in disbelief.
'Joe isn't talking about Captain Cold of the Rogues, right?'
'When did that guy become a superhero?'
Barry felt that it was all wrong. He was filled with confusion, but no one could provide answers.
"Come on, Barry, you'd better go back and get some rest. You look too tired."
Joe shook his head and told him so.
This usually smart and witty young man was full of nonsense today. Was he drunk?
"Yeah, okay, Joe."
Barry nodded and agreed. He needed to find out what had happened.
Putting on his jacket, he ran as usual and then remembered that his Speed Force had disappeared.
"My ring ..."
The ring that contained the Flash's suit wasn't on Barry's hand either.
When his thoughts were scattered, he stepped off the stairs and fell down with a roll, hitting the back of his head on the ground.
After the impact, his brain seemed stimulated, and a lot of strange memories instantly gushed out.
Without the tragic experience when he was 11 years old, his mother wasn't murdered, and his father wasn't sent to prison.
He didn't become ... the Flash!
The greatest hero in the city was called Citizen Cold.
The Rogues, a group of villains, had become positive people who were admired by everyone.
'Iris ...'
Barry thought bitterly.
Iris West, who should have been his wife, didn't join him in marriage but became someone else's wife.
At this moment, Barry was filled with bitterness.
He didn't know if he was doing the right thing or the wrong thing.
Winning in family affection and saving his mother.
But lost love, letting his wife marry someone else.
"No way! I have to think of a way!"
Barry struggled to get up and patted the dust on his clothes.
A bold guess vaguely emerged in his heart, but he was afraid to confirm it.
If the world had really been completely changed, only one person could help him!
'Batman!'
The brains of the Justice League!
No matter how strange things were, Batman could always accept them quickly and find a solution!
Barry, who was walking down the road, immediately reached out to stop a cab.
"To Gotham!"
He said to the driver.
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When the world was near destruction, ordinary people could seek help from superheroes and pin their hopes on them.
What about superheroes?
Barry Allen looked solemn and stared at the street sign. It was 13 miles away from Gotham.
He wondered if he was getting closer and closer to the city that was always shrouded in clouds. It was raining and gloomy outside, just like his bad mood at this time.
Whenever members of the Justice League met with unsolvable problems or sensed an omen of crisis...
The first person they would think of was Batman.
The Dark Knight who always hid under that mask and regarded Gotham as a hunting ground...
After so many years of fighting side by side, all the members of the Justice League were willing to put their trust in him.
Who can save the world at the end of the day?
People would unanimously elect two people.
Batman and Superman were definitely the first choices.
Although the latter had great power, it was well known that Superman would always listen to Batman's advice.
Their friendship might be one of the strongest things in the world.
'Superman ... I asked the driver. He has never heard of him. There is no Superman in the metropolis. But why is Lex Luthor there?'
Barry Allen's frown was even tighter. He was in the middle of a mystery, but he couldn't find any clues.
'Arthur, Diana, Hal ... What happened to them?'
An hour and a half later, Barry arrived at the door of Wayne Manor.
It was desolate, overgrown with weeds, withered, and dilapidated as if no one had lived here for a long time.
This gave Barry a bad feeling. He crossed the collapsed iron gate and pushed open the front door of the cobwebbed mansion.
Creek!
A tooth-ache inducing sound was heard.
The door was unlocked, but the rusty metal rubbed against the wood, making a harsh sound.
"Hey, is anyone there? Alfred?"
Barry felt like he had broken into a haunted house, surrounded by silence, with only his voice echoing.
The floor was damp, the doors and windows were broken, and it looked like thieves had visited it.
'The Wayne family was Gotham's richest family. How could they have fallen this far?'
With doubt, Barry went to the second floor, moved a crooked clock, and found the secret door behind it.
"Fortunately, this hasn't changed."
He was a crime scene investigator and had a keen observation of the environment.
Maybe it wasn't as good as Batman, the greatest detective in the world, but it was easy for him to find the secret passage designed by the other party.
Entering the secret door, Barry saw a long stairway, and he didn't know where it would end.
'Bat cave ...'
He breathed a sigh of relief. Batman's secret base still existed, so there should be hope.
The Flash of the main universe once visited the bat cave under Wayne Mansion.
He was impressed by the batmobile and all kinds of high-tech equipment.
Screech screech!
At the end of the stairs, a swarm of bats flew past, passing through the underground caverns like a black storm.
'It's a little different!'
Barry didn't see the tank-like batmobile, nor did he see the large surveillance platform with hundreds of screens connected together, much less the Robin uniforms displayed in the glass case.
Just a semi-automatic pistol and a family photo.
The table was cluttered with items such as a crossbow, hooks and claws, and bat-darts.
Compared with the main universe, this place was simply too shabby!
"What are you looking for?"
A raspy voice like that of a patient with terminal throat cancer suddenly rang out from behind Barry's back.
Before he could turn his head, a broad palm was pressed on his shoulder.
So strong that he almost crushed his shoulder blade.
"I ..."
Before he could answer, Barry was put to the ground with a beautiful takedown and a spinning heel drop.
"Who the hell are you? Why are you here?"
Immediately afterward, an intimidating roar rushed into Barry's ears, causing subconscious fear.
'Why are you yelling so loudly?'
He only felt his ears buzzing.
Boom!
"Answer my question! You're a thief who breaks into people's homes!"
The guy with the bat hood and the red glow in his eyes picked Barry up with one hand and pushed him hard against the wall.
"I ... Aah!"
Barry only hesitated for a moment, and the other party broke one of his fingers.
"Wait, Bruce! It's me! Barry Allen!"
Barry, who had been severely beaten, reported his name in fear of even more brutal abuse.
He had heard that Batman often beat criminals half to death and then sent them to prison.
"Bruce?"
Batman's punch stopped.
"I know who you are, hidden under a mask, just as you know my name is Barry Allen."
Barry quickly said so.
Yes, Batman was Bruce Wayne, which was no secret in the Justice League of the main universe.
Since the Tower of Babel incident -- the defense plan secretly made by Batman against other members of the Justice League was stolen, which almost led to the total annihilation of the entire team.
In order to restore the trust of the team, Batman chose to take off his hood and disclose his identity.
"Who's Barry Allen?"
Batman didn't torture Barry further, but the arm around his neck still exerted strength, suffocating him.
"I don't care which bastard sent you. Remember one thing, don't ever mention the name Bruce again!"
"Because he's dead, I watched him fall in a pool of blood with my own eyes. I couldn't save him, my own son!"
Barry's eyes focused on the family photo and then turned back to the Batman in front of him.
Bearded, burly, angry, with a red bat on his chest...
The fragments of memory flooding his brain became clear all of a sudden. He spoke in disbelief, "So -- oh my God! You're ... Thomas Wayne!"
...
...
In Themyscira.
"Diana, you can actually use the front door."
Luke helplessly looked at the young girl who had once again tumbled in from outside the balcony.
After half a week's short rest, the Amazon Princess finally recovered her strength.
"The last time you visited me, you snuck in."
Diana snorted softly, saying, "I learned this from you."
"As an outsider, it's not a good idea for me to directly enter the Amazon Princess's chamber."
Luke explained.
He found that Hippolyta, the Amazon Queen, was looking at him a little funny these days.
If the other party knew, he not only saw Diana but also ran into the latter's bedroom, staying for more than an hour, in addition to his previous attempt to run away from the Amazon Princess...
Combined with punishment for several crimes, he was afraid that Hippolyta would gather the Amazon warriors and storm his room and tie him up.
"As the Princess of the Amazons, it's not a good idea for me to go into an outsider's room."
Diana spoke eloquently and held her head high, highlighting her pride.
Seeing the girl's skills, Luke decided to shut up and focus on the scenery in front of him.
"I just asked my mother. She refused to let me go back out of the island."
Diana was lively for a while, but she became unhappy again.
"I heard Antiope say that Atlantis had sent someone over, and I don't know what they are here for."
Luke's eyes flickered, and his gaze fell on Diana, pondering.
He had already beaten one of Atlantis' sea kings. He hoped there was no need to beat a second one.
'If Arthur Curry knew what he was doing...'
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In the main hall of Themyscira, Hippolyta was receiving the messengers from Atlantis.
She had a good attitude towards this civilisation that hid like the Amazons.
"Dear Queen, I think Atlantis is very similar to Themyscira. We are both ancient civilisations with a long history. We live far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. We are also a country of soldiers, always ready to fight ..."
The representative of Atlantis was Arthur Curry, who spoke in front of everyone.
"Of course, apart from being born strong, we are also kind, and we love peace."
This flattering speech won the approval of the Amazon people.
Even the female General, Antiope, who had always been serious and rigid, had a smile on her lips.
No one hated praise.
"Your Royal Highness, Themyscira welcomes you."
Hippolyta was smiling, although she was unhappy that the sea monsters domesticated in Atlantis had wounded Diana before.
Now, however, the other party took the initiative to come to their door and apologised.
With such a sincere act, the Amazon Queen took back her bad impression from before.
The misunderstanding between Themyscira and Atlantis had been resolved.
"For a long time, we have been thinking about the same problem."
Arthur Curry's eyes swept through the audience, but he didn't find the beautiful image he expected. He put away his loss and continued, "That is, the problem of how we should integrate with the outside world."
Hippolyta nodded. Because of this problem, she let Diana take the opportunity to send the traveller back to the human world to experience and learn the culture of the outside world.
It was better to build a peaceful bridge of friendly exchanges between Themyscira and the world of man.
"Your Majesty, we are all worried about the possible consequences of being exposed to the world."
This time, Arthur Curry came with a diplomatic mission.
Apologising was just a pretext.
Of course, it wasn't known whether the young Sea King had other thoughts in his mind.
"Do you have any advice, Prince Curry?"
General Antiope asked.
"With the increasing exploration efforts of humans and their footprints all over the world, they will discover our existence sooner or later."
Arthur Curry recited the manuscript written long ago and expressed his opinion.
"Instead of waiting for them to knock on the door, we should be proactive and expose ourselves."
"The world is childish and fickle. The progress of human civilisation is still in the struggle for land and resources. They are narrow-minded and can only see the tiny benefits."
"Atlanteans and Amazons, we have the responsibility to save this planet and share the wisdom and experience of the higher civilisation with mankind."
"We can bring a better future to the world and make the Earth the original Garden of Eden."
"..."
Arthur Curry said a lot of things, probably summarised as Atlantis and Themyscira should lead the descendants of mankind, and then together they would be bigger and stronger, and create greater glory.
Basically, it belonged to the third-rate bosses of small companies that say inspiring words.
"Themyscira has no intention of creating conflicts and intervening in ... war."
Hippolyta shook her head.
She understood Arthur Curry.
Themyscira and Atlantis should lead the human race. But have they asked for other people's opinions?
To achieve the above, it was necessary to start a war or even multiple wars between civilisations.
Themyscira didn't want to go to war with humans; it was pointless and wouldn't yield anything.
Everyone in Amazon was a demigod, with a long-life span and the support of the gods of Olympus. They would only start a war if they truly had nothing better to do.
Even if they ruled the world, how would Themyscira rule with such a small number of people?
Not enough for every country, not enough for every city!
"War is only the last option, and it is an outcome that none of us wants to see."
Arthur Curry seemed to have guessed Hippolyta's thoughts and instead said, "The first problem facing Atlantis and Themyscira is how to make the human world accept us, and defuse the vigilance and hostility of both sides."
"Your Majesty, I think Atlantis and Themyscira are in such a similar position that they could form an alliance and form a joint kingdom."
"When the land and the ocean are connected with each other and join hands with each other to become a whole, even if people are hostile, they will seriously consider the consequences, instead of easily lighting the fuse of war."
Hippolyta seemed to have been persuaded. Amazon people had no prejudice against the Atlantis people living under the deep sea.
The living areas of both sides were different, and there was no direct conflict of interest.
The alliance could be considered.
"Your Royal Highness, let Antiope show you around later. Themyscira is a land blessed by the gods, and there are many rare foreign objects that are hard to find outside."
Hippolyta didn't directly agree but left some room for manoeuvring.
She hadn't figured out the true purpose of Atlantis yet, so it was unwise for her to make a hasty decision.
"Hmm, on behalf of Atlantis, I offer the sincerest blessing to Her Majesty the Queen."
Arthur Curry said good-bye and left the hall with the delegation.
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...
"That day ... that night ... Bruce was killed in the alley, right? He took your place."
Barry spoke in a shaky voice, stating this brutal truth twisted by fate.
He looked at the family photo, then at the angry and violent Batman in front of him, as if he understood everything.
"I said--"
Batman was unmoved as he released the hand around Barry's neck and twisted his body around.
"Don't you mention Bruce's name again!"
Crack!
He directly gripped Barry's five fingers and broke them with force!
"Ahhh!"
Barry screamed in pain. His tall body curled up.
Five of his fingers were violently broken by Batman.
This kind of pain was by no means tolerable by an ordinary person.
"Huff huff..."
Barry was panting, with sweat dripping from his forehead.
He knelt on the ground and couldn't say a complete word for a while.
"Now, do you remember? Barry Allen."
Batman looked down at the other party with no emotion in his eyes.
"If you mention that name again, I'll break every bone in your body. Don't doubt my ability. If you really investigated me carefully, you should know that I was an excellent doctor."
In the face of the naked threat, Barry followed his heart's choice and nodded vigorously.
He didn't want to be beaten and tortured by Bruce Wayne's father anymore. It was a nightmare.
'Those criminals in Gotham are pitiful. '
Thinking that the villains of this city were facing a superhero who didn't mind using violence, Barry felt that the Rogue Gallery were lucky.
Central City was much better than Gotham!
"So, now..."
The raspy voice of a terminal throat cancer patient once again came from above Barry's head.
"It's time for a quiz, Barry Allen..."
"Tell me, why are you here? Did the clown send you?"
"Remember, I need to answer honestly."
"If you hesitate or try to cheat..."
"Then, I will start with your hands... slowly crush your fingers, and then break your legs, and leave you sitting on a wheelchair for the rest of your life."
"... I've seen many vicious bastards, but they all cried for forgiveness in the end."
The middle-aged Batman paused as if remembering what had happened in that alley.
Young Bruce fell into his mother's arms. He beat the guy who shot him until he couldn't speak.
From that day on, Thomas Wayne's heart was full of anger that couldn't be vented.
He dealt with each criminal with even more brutality than Gotham's gang of villains.
Even if James Gordon, an old friend from Gotham Police Department, persuaded him several times.
Thomas Wayne didn't waver.
These scum deserved hell!
They don't deserve forgiveness!
"I'm not the Dark Knight of Gotham; I'm the Knight of Vengeance."
Batman said so.
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The Batman of the Flashpoint world didn't have a no-killing rule and didn't mind using firearms.
Two days ago, when he was chasing the Joker, he shot Killer Croc in the head with a shotgun in the sewers of Gotham.
Earlier, in order to vent the anger of losing his son, to eliminate his inner nightmare...
He even got ahead of the police and found the murderer who shot him in the alley and killed him.
In this collapsing world, all the superheroes were utterly different.
They would act entirely differently than they normally do.
Batman was no exception.
"Doctor Wayne, please believe me."
Barry, holding his broken finger, tried to be sincere and explained, "I have another identity that can't be made public, just like you. I'm also a superhero. My name is the Flash, and I used to be famous in Central City."
"One day, a bolt of lightning hit me and turned me into the fastest person in the world ..."
Boom!
Batman swung a left hook and struck Barry hard on the cheek.
The corner of the opponent's mouth was split open, and a stream of blood dripped out.
"The fastest man in the world -- can't even dodge my fist?"
Thomas Wayne obviously didn't believe Barry's heartfelt words; he thought the guy might be a seriously delusional person.
Crazy people with mental disorders, abnormal people full of abnormal ideas, high IQ people with antisocial personalities ... These were Gotham's specialities.
Arkham Asylum and Blackgate Penitentiary were their gold-plated sanctuaries.
If one hadn't been to these two places, one didn't deserve to be called a villain in Gotham. At best, they could only be called a small thug.
'Central City?'
'There were indeed masked heroes in that city, who punish evil, promote good and crackdown on criminals.'
'But he was called Citizen Cold.'
'The Flash?'
Thomas Wayne had never heard of that name.
"... That's because I lost the Speed Force -- An energy field that grants all speedsters their power and allows me to ignore the laws of physics."
Barry gasped violently. He didn't expect that he would be beaten by his good friend's father one day.
Compared to the Batman of the main universe, Thomas Wayne was more violent and merciless.
If it were Bruce, he would have at least listened to the explanation before moving on.
But with this middle-aged Batman, Barry didn't even get a chance to speak.
"I must have run too fast and arrived in another world, another parallel universe before all this happened."
Lying on the ground, Barry's vision blurred.
"No, you just need therapy."
Batman coldly said.
He was even more convinced that the guy who broke into the Batcave was actually a lunatic with a mental disorder.
"You should be in Arkham Asylum."
Thomas Wayne grabbed the fallen Barry with both hands and lifted him up easily, pressing his thumbs hard against his opponent's temples.
A stab of pain awakened the memory fragments deep in Barry's brain.
His body began to twitch, and various pictures flashed before his eyes.
Some had already happened, and some were about to happen.
The direction of this world was presented in a clear way in front of Barry's eyes.
"Atlantis ... Themyscira ... the war."
He saw Arthur Curry, Aquaman, setting off a tsunami that flooded half of Europe.
He also saw Wonder Woman leading the Amazons to attack London and occupy Buckingham Palace.
"This isn't a ... parallel universe; this is the real ... world."
Barry seemed to understand that while he was seeing the future, his original memories were being overwritten in the depths of his mind, and perhaps it wouldn't be long before he would completely forget everything about the main universe.
"I made it all happen?!"
...
...
"You want to leave Themyscira alone?"
On the beach, Diana, barefoot and treading on the waves and mud, looked at the man in front of her with sorrowful eyes.
"And leave me here? What happened to taking me to the circus and treating me to the ice cream that you promised?"
Diana, who maintained her Amazon warrior mentality, felt that this was a betrayal.
'Leaving your partner alone. Such a shameful act!'
"I'll be back. It's just ... a short trip."
Luke shrugged helplessly. Whenever men faced angry women, they were always at a disadvantage.
Even Superman was no exception.
Because at this time, the reasoning wouldn't play much of a role.
Diana crossed her arms and spoke with dissatisfaction, "My mother was right. Men from the outside world don't have an honest bone in their body."
The angry Amazon Princess started to attack him with angry remarks.
Themyscira did discriminate against outside men.
"I have my own tasks to complete, and I told you before, Diana..."
Luke's voice was soft and gentle like he was coaxing a child.
"Themyscira is in the midst of an important alliance with Atlantis, and Queen Hippolyta won't let you go, at least not yet."
Diana lowered her head and stayed silent.
She wasn't an unreasonable person, so she naturally understood that Luke was right.
She was the Amazon Princess. When Themyscira made an alliance with Atlantis and then came out in public and into the eyes of the human world...
On such a critical occasion, she must be present.
"But I'll be back soon, and I can bring you a gift."
Luke cheerfully said so.
Although Wonder Woman's favourable impressions weren't fully grasped, considering the Flash should have found the world's anomalies...
In order to prevent accidents and to ensure that the only way back to the main universe was without problems...
Luke decided to find Barry Allen first and take the lead in sending out a team invitation.
In case of a butterfly effect or other problems.
Because if the Flash were killed, then he would be trapped in this time and space forever.
"Gift?"
Diana looked puzzled.
"It is a tradition in the human world ... to express friendship."
Luke explained.
Themyscira didn't seem to have a birthday custom.
"Okay, I want that sweet, cold, melt-in-your-mouth ice cream you were talking about."
Diana said excitedly.
No matter the main universe, or Flashpoint world, Wonder Woman had an uncompromising sweet tooth.
This point, however, hadn't changed.
"I remember."
Luke nodded, glancing at Diana's perfect curves in passing.
'I wonder if Amazons get fat if they eat too many sweets?'
After all, there was Asgard's chubby Thor. That was the first image that came to mind.
It was hard to say if Wonder Woman would never be affected.
"Then I'll wait for your ice cream."
Diana, who had never been outside of Themyscira, was really easy to coax.
"However, I might be going to the human world on Amazon's mission before you come back."
Luke smiled when he heard this.
Intuition told him that even with his own influence, there would still be a war between Themyscira and Atlantis.
In this collapsing world, everyone would be somewhat affected.
It's just like Batman in the Dark Multiverse, who would take the villain's path because of all the tragedies or unexpected events.
The will of the world, the nature of existence, decreed all that.
The Flashpoint world, too.
"I don't know if I'll get a chance to meet my third cousin."
Luke looked up and looked at the distant skyline. He had automatically taken the role of the Kryptonian's cousin.
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Gotham was a city shrouded by dark clouds all year-round, with towering chimneys emitting fumes and drizzling rain falling.
Beneath the surface of the bustling city were narrow, cramped alleys and filthy gutters. There were street girls scratching their heads and vagabonds with numb expressions.
"If the colourful billboards were added and polluted it with neon lights, it could be a Cyberpunk game map."
Luke clasped his arms over his chest and stood above the clouds.
Such a simple and unique city could be a special attraction in the DC universe.
There were too many places to visit.
For example, Blackgate Penitentiary and Arkham Asylum, which had housed a variety of super-criminals.
Batman's solo series was a classic show, where those dark allies were always perfect for torturing people for information.
There was also the chemical factory where the Joker fell, Poison Ivy's botanical garden, Robin's circus and so on.
If there were an opportunity, Luke would like to arrange a five-day tour of Gotham City to enjoy the city's wonderful scenery.
Of course, he wouldn't recommend ordinary people to do that because it was risky.
In case of bad luck, people may encounter someone with an obsessive-compulsive disorder that would stalk them and force them to guess riddles...
Someone with a disfigured face that would ask them to play a game of chance by flipping a coin...
Of the worst of all, meeting a madman in a purple suit, asking the question, 'Why so serious?'
"Such an interesting place."
Luke collected his scattered thoughts and spread his Super Vision all over the city. He soon found the Flash's location.
In the Flashpoint world, Batman didn't build himself a safe house covered in the lead.
Otherwise, his Super Vision wouldn't be useful.
"Who... beat this guy up?"
Luke raised an eyebrow and seemed a little surprised.
Barry Allen seemed beaten up. His nose was swollen, and the corners of his mouth were cracked. If his girlfriend came over, she wouldn't be able to recognise him for a while.
"Tsk tsk. Dr Wayne was too hard on him."
Luke reacted quickly, somewhat gloating.
After a bit of analysis, he could guess that the person who did it was definitely Batman's father, Thomas Wayne.
After all, Batman, no matter which time and space, was somewhat paranoid.
It was hard for them to trust a stranger, especially a stranger who was full of nonsense.
Boom, boom, boom!
Superman accelerated, simply flashing across half of Gotham to the door of Wayne's Manor.
He chose not to descend from the sky but to walk in from the front door.
An overly high-profile appearance would inevitably cause others to be wary and resentful.
The dark passages and secret rooms in the mansion were completely revealed by Super Vision.
This once again fully demonstrates that the Batman of the Flashpoint world didn't know the existence of Superman.
Even the minimum insurance measures weren't arranged.
...
...
"Barry Allen, you are more delusional than the Joker. As I said, you should be in Arkham Asylum."
Thomas Wayne digested the information that Barry, whose brain was agitated and expression was complicated, had said earlier.
This guy just told him that he was actually a superhero, and he also had a mortal enemy with similar abilities.
The origin of the other party was even more amazing. A future scientist in the 25th century could change history by travelling through time and space at super speed.
"Dr Wayne, I'm not crazy or lying. It's all true."
Barry Allen was holding a ring with a lightning logo, which fell out of his pocket.
There should have been the Flash's uniform inside, but now it was Reverse-Flash's yellow uniform.
This was like silent ridicule, mocking Barry's situation at this time.
He felt that his nemesis was once again stalking him.
"When I was 11 years old, my mother was murdered, and my father was convicted. In order to prove his innocence and catch my mother's killer, I tried my best to study, joined the Central City Police Department and became a forensic examiner."
Barry-Allen clutched the Reverse-Flash's yellow suit and gritted his teeth, "But I never found any clues until I became the Flash. I realised that my life had been chained to an enemy that I didn't even have a grudge against."
"Dr Wayne, that was revenge. Reverse-Flash came from the other end of time and space. He is the murderer who killed my mother!"
"But in this world, my mother is alive and well. There's no doubt that he and I have rewritten history once again."
After initially deciding that Barry was a non-threatening intruder, Batman didn't beat up the other party anymore.
"You said that history had been rewritten. What about Bruce?"
Thomas Wayne was more concerned about the name Barry blurted out when he broke into the Batcave than those strange plans that required imagination to understand.
"I remember you called me Bruce before, right? You know him?"
Barry hesitated for a moment. His broken finger was still in pain.
Considering that he wasn't good at lying and couldn't fool Batman, he truthfully said, "In the world where I live, you and Mrs Wayne were shot instead of him. Bruce became Batman, confronting the criminal forces in Gotham. He's a superhero and the brain of the Justice League."
"So, you mean ... Bruce survived?"
The Batman, who had been angry and violent from the beginning, suddenly trembled for a moment.
The only thing that could affect him, except for his crazy wife, was probably his dead son.
"Yes, Dr Wayne. Your son used to be one of my closest friends. We fought side by side against the darkness."
Barry seemed to realise that if he wanted Batman's help, he had to use Bruce to impress him.
Playing the emotional card was the most effective way!
In turn, he was ashamed of such an idea.
It didn't seem like a glorious act to take advantage of a good friend's father.
When he got the answer, Thomas Wayne's tough expression, hidden under his mask, softened.
He saw through Barry's thoughts, but he didn't care.
If this crazy guy was telling the truth, and everything he said was true...
Then, maybe there was a chance! He could still salvage this terrible part of his life!
"Barry Allen, tell me, can you change the world back to its original trajectory? Back to the way it was when ... I was dead, and Bruce is still alive!"
Thomas Wayne seriously asked.
He stared into Barry's eyes, trying to gauge if there was any sign of a lie.
"He can do it. He is the only one who can do it."
The laughing magnetic voice suddenly sounded in the Batcave.
From the dark shadows, a tall and sturdy figure emerged.
It was Luke!
"It looks like I need to upgrade the security equipment around here."
Thomas Wayne pretended to be depressed, sighed, and then threw out two bat-darts without even blinking.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of the wind, split by the bat-darts, came rushing out.
Their targets were the thigh and shoulder.
It looked like Batman didn't want him dead.
'Playing tactics is such a dirty thought. '
Luke thought silently.
His gaze swept over, and his Heat Vision melted the two bat-darts into a wisp of smoke.
"Superman! Clark! Is that you?"
Barry, who was standing at the side, shouted in surprise.
That tall figure, that iconic heat Vision, made him see Luke as Superman!
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'Superman?'
Luke grinned and walked out of the shadows.
"I didn't expect to see you here, Clark ..."
Barry's voice of surprise came to an abrupt end because the man who appeared in front of him was not one of the three giants of the Justice League.
Although the other party was wearing similar clothes, dark red cloak and metallic armour...
Moreover, they were equally tall.
That broad shoulder, strong body, was full of pressure.
But without the signature little curl in his hair, it's like a different soul.
The two men were quite different in temperament, and the man standing in front of him was more aggressive or giving off a sense of fear that made people palpitate.
"Do I remind you of a friend?"
After Luke demonstrated his super abilities, Batman took two steps back without a word and pressed his right hand on his belt.
Through Super Vision, he saw that the belt contained smoke bombs, gas bombs and batdarts with various functions.
Sure enough, no matter what the circumstances, Batman would always be ready in advance.
But faced with the disadvantage of the lack of time and effective information, Luke believed that even if Bruce Wayne himself came, he wouldn't be able to change anything.
'If Bruce Wayne is the real big daddy of the team, wasn't Thomas Wayne their grandfather?'
Luke quipped silently.
Because many people in previous lives said that Superman was the big guy that could beat any supervillain, but Batman was the big daddy that could beat Superman...
The two most popular superheroes perfectly formed a food chain.
"You are the ... Superman of this world?"
Barry asked hesitantly.
Luke wasn't the genuine Superman, Clark Kent, so he made other guesses.
Although there were too many different changes in the Flashpoint world, every important person still existed.
Barry didn't find traces of Clark in keyword searches like Superman and Metropolis.
But from another point of view, maybe he, like Batman, was modified by the fate that should have happened.
'For example, it may be Clark's father, Jor-El, who came to Earth by spaceship.'
'Or General Zod?'
Without waiting for Luke's answer, Barry himself made up a reasonable explanation in his mind.
"I'm Superman, but not Clark Kent or Kal-El. Do you understand what I mean?"
Luke said indifferently.
He finally became a riddler, giving a response similar to 'I know everything'.
There was a chance that a lie would leave a flaw, but if he threw the problem to someone else and let the other side brainstorm it, he could avoid a fallout to the greatest extent.
As for identity.
Luke also prepared a story.
Superman's older cousin.
Anyway, there was a Supergirl, Kara, in the main universe.
So, it was reasonable that there would be a Kryptonian cousin in the Flashpoint world.
"I see, I see."
Barry showed a look of understanding.
In the Batcave, only Thomas Wayne looked confused and couldn't understand the encrypted words of the two at all.
"I mean no harm; I'm here to help, Barry Allen."
Luke extended an invitation to join the team, and it seemed that the Flash wasn't in a good position.
Batman would find it hard to believe him, let alone offer any help until he came up with strong evidence.
At this time, Barry needed a strong teammate to stand up and break the deadlock.
"Help?"
Barry looked at Thomas Wayne next to him, looking confused.
When Superman and Batman appear in front of him at the same time, which one should he choose?
"I know what's going on in this world."
Luke made no secret that he needed the Flash to fix the Flashpoint paradox and return to the main universe with himself.
"Barry Allen, you need Speed Force now. You need to get back your super speed that disappeared!"
Barry nodded, and a look of excitement passed over his face, which had been beaten to the point that even his mother wouldn't recognise him.
Finally, someone understood their situation and offered solutions!
Thinking of Thomas Wayne's beating, Barry decided to press the button on Luke and accept the team invitation!
"Dr Wayne, I hope you can join. If Barry Allen succeeds in correcting this mistake that has already happened, then your son, Bruce Wayne, can live."
Perhaps he was accustomed to being the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., so Luke automatically took up the role of giving orders.
But at this time, no one had stepped forward to compete with him for the right to speak.
The Flash had never been in the habit of being a leader, and Thomas Wayne was determined to bring his son back to life.
"If you can save Bruce and undo all this, then I will join you."
Batman nodded and agreed.
Although he didn't fully believe the Flash's words...
But the opportunity lied ahead, and it was worth a try.
"Good, it looks like we've all reached a happy consensus."
Luke clapped his hands to express his satisfaction.
"By the way, Dr Wayne, I forgot to remind you that if Barry Allen corrects the world, then you will no longer exist. I mean, you and Mrs Wayne will die in that alley."
Thomas Wayne's tone was still low, but his raspy voice didn't waver.
Looking at the family photo, he whispered, "This is exactly what I want to see. Let this terrible world collapse in the torrent of time and space."
Luke smiled. He thought Bruce Wayne would be moved to tears if he saw this scene.
...
...
"What would it take to replicate the accident?"
After confirming the mutual desire to work together and their respective goals, Thomas Wayne moved on to the implementation phase.
He wasn't someone who liked to procrastinate and keeping it in Batman's style; he did have to do it quickly.
"Lightning rod, electric chair, ninhydrin ..."
Barry made a long list. Fortunately, he remembered the chemical he used in the lab.
As Luke said, it was imperative for the Flash to get the Speed Force again.
The simplest and most effective way...
Was naturally...
Allowing Barry Allen to get struck by lightning.
"Splashing chemicals on yourself and attaching a lightning rod will make you 'the fastest man in the world'?"
Thomas Wayne couldn't resist his inner urge to spit out the question.
In his view, this was no different from suicide.
"That's how I first became the Flash."
Barry placed the prepared things on the roof of Wayne mansion.
There was no shortage of rainy weather in Gotham.
Thunder and lightning were common.
This saved him a lot of time.
Otherwise, he didn't know how long he would have to waste, just waiting for that lightning bolt to descend.
"Barry, have you ever heard the phrase 'Lightning never strikes twice.'? "
Luke looked up at the leaden clouds of muffled thunder, and to be honest; he wasn't quite sure if the Flash could pull it off.
In his memory, Barry seemed to have experienced a failure before he was lucky enough to regain his strength.
"Many people have told me that the lightning bolt picked me."
Barry sat on an iron chair, wearing a helmet with a lightning rod. His hands and feet were tied with restraining straps, just like a prisoner being sent to the electric chair for execution.
"Now is the time to prove who fate really favours!"
Rumble!
Silver lightning tore through the clouds!
"I'm here! Come on! Come here!"
Barry, like a madman, shouted at the rolling thunder.
The cold raindrops were hitting his face, adding a chill.
"... I'm here, come and strike me!"
Ten minutes later, his throat was hoarse, and there was no lightning bolt.
This made the Flash's courageous move look a little silly.
"I suddenly feel very foolish to actually accompany you on the rooftop, in the rain, and then wait for this guy to get struck by lightning ..."
Batman said quietly.
The lightning rod stood upright, but no lightning was attracted.
He didn't even know whether Barry was lucky or unlucky.
"Maybe, we should come back another time? "
Barry, who was shivering in the cold rain, seemed to think that waiting for lightning to strike him was an unreliable plan.
Maybe he should go somewhere else, like under a tree, or tie himself to a kite.
"Wait, don't give up yet. I may have an idea."
Luke frowned, thought for a while, then pulled out a golden trident from the underworld.
When he fought Namor earlier, he took his opponent's weapon, the 'Sacred Trident of Neptune'.
Later, it was handed in to S.H.I.E.L.D, and it was kept in the warehouse of the secret base and hadn't been put to use.
After depriving Set of the right to use the Underworld...
He threw all those miscellaneous things into it.
After all, the security level of S.H.I.E.L.D wasn't as high as that of Superman himself.
"Are you ... imitating Arthur?"
Barry looked at Luke, who had raised his trident in confusion.
With Superman's image, doing the movements of Aquaman, it looked a little off.
"I wish you success, Barry."
Luke glanced at the Flash, who was waiting for lightning to strike and held the golden trident in both hands, triggering a change in the sky.
Crack!
Boom!
An electric flash, like a spear from the gods, was thrown straight down and hit Barry Allen, who was sitting in a chair, dead centre.
Zi zi zi!
An electric current ran all over his body, and within a few breaths, the rooftop was filled with the smell of burnt meat.
'The Flash teppanyaki ... is too appetizing. Oh no, too cruel. '
Luke narrowed his eyes and stared at Barry, who was about to turn into charcoal.
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As Barry Allen wished, the lightning fell and struck his body.
Zi zi! Zi zi!
Batman lifted his cape, blocked in front of him, and then jumped out some distance to avoid being affected by the electric current.
Luke stood still. He even walked through the core of the sun once, and this little damage wouldn't break through his defence.
Relying on the golden trident, the electric current was activated and concentrated on Barry.
Zi zi zi!
That iron chair firmly imprisons the struggling Flash.
The glass bottle of chemical reagents exploded with a bang, and various chemicals were poured over his body, mixed with electric currents, and suddenly burst into a blaze.
As Luke described it, Barry, strapped to the chair, looked like he was being cooked on a teppanyaki grill.
"Hurry up and save him!"
Seeing that Barry was about to burn into charcoal, Batman rushed up, ready to put out the flames with his cloak.
"Wait a minute."
Luke stopped Thomas Wayne's action. With the golden trident in his hand, he controlled the current, and he could ensure that Barry Allen wasn't in danger.
Although, right now, the Flash was severely burned and was almost dying.
But according to Luke's prediction, the other side can probably hold out for another four or five seconds.
Superheroes were usually hard-headed, and he thought he could see through the situation.
"You're crazy! He is dying ..."
Boom!
It was another bolt of lightning.
It was like a spear running through Barry, and the hot electric light was wrapped around him.
"It's done!"
Luke nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that there was no need to wait.
"This ..."
Thomas Wayne looked at the clouds of chemical liquid floating upward in violation of the laws of gravity with shocked eyes.
Under the bombardment of lightning, as if forming some kind of force field, hanging over Barry Allen...
"My Speed Force... is back!"
The one who directly felt it the most was Barry himself.
He felt that time seemed to slow down. Everything slowed down.
That exciting energy, rushing like lightning, was surging in his body once again.
It was like blood. It came naturally to him.
"I'm the Flash."
Barry broke free from the chair through high-speed vibration in just a few moments.
Then, he quickly ran around Wayne Mansion and found the long-lost liberating feeling.
The sound of the wind and the air flow were all integrated into the Speed Force, and the whole thing was transformed into a wonderful sight of streaming lights.
"Dr Wayne, as I said. I am the fastest person in the world."
Barry ran to the Batcave, found the Reverse-Flash's uniform, changed the fibres with high-speed vibration, and turned the yellow uniform into the red of the Flash.
Dressed in a brand-new uniform, he appeared in front of Thomas Wayne and waited for the other party's incredibly shocked eyes.
"Well, for men, being too fast is not something to brag about."
What Barry did, in Thomas Wayne's eyes, took less than a second.
But instead of showing obvious emotions, he casually dismissed it.
This calm look embarrassed Barry. He could only look at Luke.
However, the latter was also very calm.
Luke snapped his fingers and whispered, "Congratulations on getting your Speed Force back. Well, it's time to turn it all around. "
"Just, I have a question. Barry, can you open the passage through time and space at the speed you are going?"
He asked a question knowingly.
The Flash certainly couldn't do it right now.
On the one hand, the presence of the Reverse-Flash prevented him from using his full strength.
For every step Barry took, the Speed Force generated was absorbed by both him and the Reverse-Flash.
Unless Reverse-Flash was willing to cooperate, it was difficult for him to open the wormhole of time and space again.
On the other hand, he just got his super-speed back and was in a weak state.
"It's hard."
Barry was also self-aware.
When he was running around the Wayne Manor just now, he noticed that his speed was slowing down.
"Is there any way to get your original speed back?"
Luke continued to guide Barry. He actually had several ways.
The simplest one was to kill the Reverse-Flash and let the Flash absorb the complete Speed Force.
But that Eobard Thawne guy was probably hiding in a corner somewhere, so it wasn't easy to find him.
"The Cosmic Treadmill."
Barry seemed to remember something.
The Flash had a treadmill specially designed for speedsters. If there was a need to travel through time and space, he would run all out and use his resonance with the universe to determine the destination.
It sounded like there was no scientific basis, but Speed Force itself was a thing that bullied the laws of physics on the ground.
"Hmm, I've heard about this amazing ... treadmill."
Luke nodded. This was the more feasible method at the moment.
"However, I need a helper who can conduct professional data analysis and model calculations. Preferably a supercomputer."
Barry made a request.
He had already seen it just now. There was only one desktop computer with a slower Internet speed than a snail in Wayne Mansion. There was no qualified scientific research equipment.
Even a top scientist couldn't conjure up materials by hand out of thin air.
"Dr Wayne should be able to take care of it. These are all problems that can be solved with money."
Luke looked at Batman, but the latter shook his head.
The Wayne family, which had never lost in terms of wealth, actually said it could not do anything?!
Now, even Barry was surprised!
Everyone knew that Bruce Wayne had always appeared in front of everyone as a wealthy, money-spinning tycoon.
In fact, a large part of the financial expenditure of the Justice League, as well as research funding, came from Batman's sponsorship.
In addition to acting as a think tank and leader, he was also the sugar daddy.
"I'm sorry, WayneCorp is not under my control, and I haven't been a doctor for many years. I'm afraid I can't help you with supercomputers and purchasing materials."
Thomas Wayne said frankly, without any embarrassment.
"Then what do you live on?"
Barry asked with a puzzled face.
Being a superhero was actually a rather expensive occupation.
The purchase of various outfits and the building of secret bases all required certain economic strength.
The Flash himself was funded by a lab grant and sponsored by investors.
Superman had Kryptonian inheritance, a lonely fortress in the South Pole, which was enough to solve a lot of problems.
Batman, Arrow... such rich people. There was nothing much to say about that.
Even Wonder Woman had Themyscira's rich collection to fall back on.
In short, the superhero wasn't an occupation of the masses that just anyone could join them.
"I opened a casino."
Thomas Wayne coughed twice and said somewhat unnaturally.
That's right. Batman of the Flashpoint world partnered with Penguin to contract one-third of Gotham's underground casino business.
Compared to the boss of a company, this was really something undignified and not really something worthy of bragging about.
"Well, I thought that no matter which world, Batman will always be the richest one."
Barry spat out a sentence.
"We have to find another way."
The Cosmic Treadmill couldn't be created with no money. It was quite expensive.
"In this regard, there is someone who should be able to help."
Thomas Wayne's eyes flashed. He remembered the man who worked for the government, that was, one of the members of the Justice League of the main universe, Cyborg.
Instead of getting the Mother Box technologies, he transformed himself into a half-cyborg, half-human being in the Flashpoint world.
"This guy is the spokesman of the government. He is responsible for supervising the 'unstable factors' like me. He can handle the research team and the funding problem."
Thomas Wayne added.
The guy had approached him many times, trying to get Batman to join the government.
But neither Thomas nor Bruce liked to get involved in politics and were very resistant to officialdom.
"The government ..."
Luke thought about it. He didn't forget that the Superman of the Flashpoint world was in the hands of the government.
The Kryptonian spacecraft, which was supposed to fly to a Kansas farm, changed directions and landed directly in the centre of the Metropolis.
This also led to Superman, as an alien from the very beginning, becoming the private property of the military.
"I think this plan could work."
Luke's mouth twitched.
'Finally, I'll get a chance to meet my younger cousin.'
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"I have to admit, since last time, two months ago, when you refused to join me, I didn't expect to hear from you again."
As soon as Cyborg saw Batman, he made an ambiguous opening remark.
Frankly speaking, if we ignore him being a cyborg, he was a big burly man who was over 2 meters tall, two-thirds of his body covered with flesh, and the rest were metal parts.
Judging from what he said above, Barry might think that Dr Wayne had some secret affair.
Just like his son, Bruce Wayne.
The whole Justice League knew privately that Batman and Gotham's criminal Catwoman, as well as the master assassin's daughter Talia, had been entangled in an affair.
Wonder Woman and Aquaman also made a bet on this, and Barry was also involved at that time. The bet was paying for the other's meals for two days.
Superman kept silent after expressing his opinion that 'I don't think Bruce will ever get married in his life'.
Barry was more optimistic about Catwoman. He thought that the female thief, who also liked to go out at night, was quite suitable for Batman's schedule.
Unexpectedly, the guy quietly had a son with the master assassin's daughter, Talia.
This made Barry lose his bet, and for two days in a row, he had to dine on the lab's sandwiches and instant coffee.
"Victor, you look taller and stronger."
Barry collected his thoughts.
This was the case with extreme speed. His brain ran too fast, and it was too easy for him to think too much.
People usually chatted with him but could never keep up with his rhythm.
Therefore, he was the chatterbox of the group, talking to himself every time he met an enemy.
"Do we know each other?"
Cyborg wondered as he looked at him, looking at this fresh face, wearing a red uniform, with a lightning bolt on the chest.
'Batman never teamed up with anyone, always going at it alone. When did he get these two people beside him?'
Cyborg's gaze passed by the Flash and turned to Luke, who was silent.
Compared to the harmless, not even a little aggressive, Barry Allen.
The first impression of the latter was that he was indestructible and powerful.
Just standing there, he was very oppressive.
This may be the passive aura brought on by the body of steel.
"No, we have never met."
Luke hooked Barry's shoulder to stop this guy from chattering.
"He is ... Gotham's newcomer, with super speed, called the Flash."
Cyborg had a strange expression, but he didn't take it to heart. His focus was only on Batman.
"You didn't ask me to come here to introduce two new people and talk about old times, did you?"
Cyborg silently looked at Thomas Wayne. With superheroes and super-criminals becoming more and more active, the government needed a strong regulatory department.
In his opinion, no one was more suitable for this role than Batman.
Someone who made plans with no omission never mixed personal feelings and always kept a clear view of the bigger picture...
Of all the superheroes he knew, only Batman could fulfill the above requirements.
"Do you still lack a think tank position in your team?"
Thomas Wayne glanced at Luke and Barry and made his intentions clear.
"I can either join or help."
"Really?"
Cyborg's dark face revealed a shocked look.
'Batman could actually change his mind?'
'This is really surprising!'
"But--"
Thomas Wayne appreciated Cyborg's expression for a few seconds and uttered this annoying phrase.
"I want to build the team the way I want, the way I see fit, and I will select the men."
Cyborg's eyes narrowed. He seemed to understand Batman.
Then, he looked at the two newcomers next to them.
'Do you want to form a team?'
"No problem."
Cyborg nodded and agreed.
What he needed were Batman's mind and his appeal.
Gotham's Dark Knight, in fact, enjoyed some fame among superheroes and super-criminals.
Having him would save them a lot of effort in the future.
Why do super-criminals revere Batman?
It was easy to understand.
Just like the Joker, the Riddler, Two-face, the Penguin ... and other Gotham villains. They were all Batman fans.
These super-criminals were keen on fighting Batman every day, scheming with each other, and then being confined to Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane for a vacation.
That was the fun part of life!
If Gotham didn't have Batman, those villains would soon get bored and try to move.
"So, starting with the Flash and ... Luke, they're the first two members of the team."
When he saw the Cyborg's quick response, Batman probably figured out that this wasn't his opponent's bottom line and that there was room to keep asking for more.
"In addition, funding for activities, logistical staff, and scientific research ... are all essential."
Cyborg considered it a moment and nodded in agreement.
Anyway, after the formation of the regulatory department, under the control of the military, the funding was also provided by the Pentagon.
For them, the annual military spending of over 100 billion dollars was spent; adding another billion dollars was no big deal.
"I can meet any request you make on behalf of the government."
The White House and Pentagon won't care about spending if they could curb the crimes committed by metahumans, which were rising sharply every year.
Seeing that a consensus had been reached, Luke interjected at the right time and asked, "Since I joined the government's department, will I have access to some information?"
"What do you want to know?"
One of Cyborg's eyes flashed red, and various data streams scrolled rapidly.
He was connected to the Pentagon and the data centres of various intelligence agencies. He could read those confidential documents at any time.
"About the meteorite that fell in the Metropolis 30 years ago."
Luke was going to rescue his Kryptonian cousin Kal-El. The guy had been detained by the military since he was a child, and he was never exposed to the sun.
According to the image in his memory, he was probably the thinnest of all the Supermen. Instead of strong muscles, he looked like a dried pork chop.
"Are you interested in that?"
Cyborg was a little surprised. He looked at Batman.
"We are now a team; this requirement shouldn't be too much."
Thomas Wayne didn't know why Luke was interested in the disaster in the Metropolis.
Barry's eyes flickered aside. He captured keywords such as Metropolis and meteorite.
"Impossible ... Clark!"
Unsurprisingly, the Flash thought of Superman.
"Okay, I'll do a search."
Cyborg's mechanical eye was constantly flashing with red light, and the screening work was completed in less than half a minute.
"Yes, according to the secret archives of the Pentagon, it's actually ... a spaceship, which was transferred to the underground base in Metropolis. A team of tens of thousands of people are working on a project there -- 'Project Superman'. That's what the military calls it."
"There's still a part of the data that was destroyed. They seem to have found something else in that spaceship -- Subject One."
Cyborg didn't hide anything and shared the information he knew.
"Thank you for your help."
Luke smiled and exchanged a look with Barry. He understood what he meant.
There was no doubt that Superman was probably being held in a secret base in Metropolis.
Half an hour later, when Cyborg left, Batman looked at Luke and Barry with a fierce gaze.
"Do you two have other plans? Or, are you going to do something behind me and Cyborg's backs?"
Thomas Wayne's observation was quite acute.
Just through Luke's abnormal questions and Barry's expression, he could see their thoughts.
"Uh, Dr Wayne ..."
The honest Flash would inevitably feel a little confused and speak hesitatingly when confronted with such a question.
"Dr Wayne, the reason why I looked for you was actually to find a relative."
Luke's mental quality was much better than Barry's. He could speak nonsense with a serious expression.
"I have a cousin who landed on the Earth in a spaceship a long time ago."
"I arrived here much later than he did due to cosmic navigation problems and lost track of his whereabouts."
Barry suddenly realised and made a surprised expression of 'I was right!'.
"You're Clark's cousin! I knew you had the same strong body, the same cloak and armour, and the same Heat Vision!"
Thomas Wayne sighed. If it weren't for his son Bruce, he really didn't want to get involved with these two guys.
From the Flash through time and space to the alien who came to earth ... In just one day, his cognition was constantly refreshed.
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In the next half a month, Luke began to help Barry build the Cosmic Treadmill.
In name, Batman was building a team to gather a powerful force to fight against super-criminals.
But secretly, all the funds for those activities were invested in the construction of the treadmill that could help them travel through time and space.
"Fooling Cyborg isn't easy."
The Flash turned into a red streak, quickly running back and forth across the room, the sound of which reached Luke's ears with unerring accuracy.
This seemed illogical because no matter who was moving at super speed, every word they spoke would be torn apart by the airflow.
But the Speed Force was so illogical that even if Newton and Einstein were dug up from their graves, it would baffle them.
"It's okay; there's Dr Wayne."
Luke believed in Batman.
Whether it was Thomas Wayne or his son.
Everyone who became Gotham's Dark Knight would be versed in taking advantage of the trust of their teammates to deceive and exploit.
It sounded like slander, but it was actually some kind of compliment.
After all, this was the gritty DC universe.
It was impossible for every superhero to be as sunny as Superman or the Flash.
Batman, like Gotham, moved in the dark.
"You seem to know us well?"
Barry chatted while working.
Through these days, he found that Luke, the Kryptonian cousin, seemed to know a lot of things.
Like the formation of the Justice League and the story and origin of each member.
The other side could say a few words, and maybe some of the details were wrong, but the general direction was correct.
This puzzled Barry, knowing that in his time and space in the main universe, Clark never had a cousin.
Oh, there was one cousin, Supergirl, Kara, a beautiful blond.
"What's wrong with that? Clark and I have different personalities, Barry."
Luke smiled and whispered.
"I'm not as passive as he is, always waiting for things to happen and then solve them. I like to grasp the initiative. So, after coming to Earth, the first thing I did was to collect information and analyse the data."
Barry stopped, rubbed his chin, and lamented, "That's more like Batman's work."
Luke was noncommittal and continued to look at the video on his computer.
A female reporter named Louise Lane was reporting live from Australia.
During the time when Luke and the Flash teamed up, the 'United Kingdoms' formed by Atlantis and Themyscira made an appearance in the human world.
Two days ago, Hippolyta, the Amazon Queen, and the King of Atlantis, together, sent a request for a diplomatic meeting to all countries.
This was the first contact that shocked the whole world!
The extent of its sensation and the scope of its influence could hardly be summarised.
Luke wasn't surprised. He was responsible for the trade diplomacy between Atlantis and the land world in the Marvel world.
Those media reports, the national response, had already been staged once in another world.
Luke's only worry was probably that, according to the distortion of the Flashpoint world, this peaceful diplomacy wouldn't end successfully.
'Accidents will happen, but I don't know when. It's really a headache. '
Luke lifted up his head and thought silently.
Themyscira and Atlantis would be fighting, causing World War III. That was the main story of Flashpoint.
"By the way, Luke, have you found Clark's whereabouts?"
Seeing that the Kryptonian cousin was a little distracted, Barry thought the other party was worried about Superman.
Before, from Cyborg's mouth, they found out that there was a secret base under Metropolis, as well as the military's ongoing 'Project Superman'.
However, considering that the Cosmic Treadmill wasn't finished yet, the Flash didn't directly go to rescue him.
"From the first day I arrived in Metropolis, I found out where the secret base was located."
Luke's mouth turned up. It was just a reinforced concrete building. How could it stop him?
However, after an in-depth investigation inside the base, he found that the scientists had really developed a lot of things.
For example, lead was used to block Super Vision, and red sun-like radiation suppressed Kryptonian cells ...
'I'm afraid this was also the reason why Superman still couldn't get out from under the military's control even after he became an adult.
"As Dr Wayne said, I can't act immediately; it will alarm the government."
Luke tapped his finger on the desktop as if he was thinking.
"But the Cosmic Treadmill is almost finished, and tonight may be the right time."
Barry nodded. He could finish this treadmill by tomorrow at the latest.
If all the friends from S.T.A.R.Labs were here, with Cisco and Caitlin, he could shorten the time by half.
"I don't know what happened to Clark. I hope he's okay."
Barry's eyes flashed a touch of worry. Putting the words 'military' and 'Superman' together would always produce some bad connotations.
"I hope so."
Luke stopped tapping his fingers. He thought that after rescuing Superman, he would go to Themyscira and meet Diana.
It was best to work with the Flash to correct the mistakes of the FlashPoint world before an accident happened.
This was the perfect plan.
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Sydney Opera House, Australia.
Representatives from every country had arrived and were waiting for Themyscira and Atlantis to speak.
One was from the land, and the other was from the sea.
The alliance between these two civilisations and two countries shocked the world.
In the face of the 'United Kingdoms', which had a longer heritage and a richer foundation, mankind showed a friendly attitude.
Diplomacy, peace talks, trade, exchanges ...
These were all proceeding steadily.
"I don't like attending such occasions."
Diana looked at the silky white evening dress and spoke unhappily.
"You are the Amazon Princess, the best female warrior of Themyscira. How can you be absent from such an important meeting?"
Hippolyta chided softly.
"Don't be capricious; this is the best time to reveal ourselves to the outside world."
Diana's mouth was pouted. She couldn't refute her mother. She could only whisper, "I'd rather take part in a battle than wear a costume that's completely inappropriate for combat."
According to the usual thinking of Amazon warrior women, this kind of tailored evening dress was no match for battle armour.
This was true in terms of defence and the influence of wielding spears and swords.
Could a few pieces of stitched fabric withstand an enemy's attack?
"Themyscira seeks peace. It can be achieved not only on the battlefield but also at the negotiating table."
Hippolyta's words were very serious.
Diana was too young and inexperienced. She still lacked experience in how to become a Queen.
"I promise you, when this meeting is over, you can move freely, and I'll let you look for that male traveller."
Seeing her daughter's reluctant expression, the Amazon Queen relented and had to say so.
The young man who left Themyscira in a hurry seemed to have taken Diana's heart with him.
"I don't want to look for him! That guy still owes me a gift. There's a saying in the world of man ... It's natural and absolutely legal to ask people for something you were owed."
Diana held her head high and tried to act heroic.
Hippolyta shook her head, not exposing her daughter's true thoughts.
"Remember, it's just a man, Diana."
Before leaving the room, the Amazon Queen warned.
"He may not be ordinary, he could fight the sea monster of Atlantis alone and could leave Themyscira on his own, but no matter what, he's a mortal man. Compared with a demigod's life, his life is too short."
Hippolyta did notice something unusual about Luke; the other party had a very faint aura of the gods.
He was probably cared for by someone on Mount Olympus.
This wasn't surprising. Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, the group of gods, loved to live in the human world.
Occasionally, when they were in a good mood, they would bless some mortals.
Therefore, the Amazon Queen's attitude was quite good, and she didn't treat the mortal man like other prisoners.
"What's wrong with mortal men?"
Diana recalled the vague dream that Luke, like a mighty warrior, had cleanly and efficiently dealt with the sea monster.
That tall and sturdy figure, like a brand, burned a mark in her heart.
When Hippolyta heard her daughter's argument, she sighed deeply and looked helpless.
The Prince of Atlantis, the young man, named Arthur, seemed to be interested in Diana.
Considering the alliance between the two parties, he was actually a good choice for a political marriage.
Unfortunately, Diana wasn't interested in him.
"Young people's feelings ..."
Hippolyta sighed with emotion.
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