About 7 months later.

Rumors were spreading at Big Belly Burger that a streak was saving Central City from bad guys with superpowers. Jane laughed at them; the whole idea was ridiculous. But then again, that Arrow vigilante was still in business after a few years of work in Starling City, and nobody knew if he had superpowers.

Jane was walking to the bank one evening, and was standing in line to cash one of her paychecks. Then suddenly a man with a gun was firing at the ceiling. There were two people behind her in line, a couple Jane presumed, when one of them ran away.

Jane was kneeling on the ground with her hands on her head, when the Streak himself was suddenly in the room, beating up the bad guys and taking away their guns. The girl next to Jane got out her phone to try and get a picture of him, but he was too fast. She started taking notes on a notepad, and I saw her write down her name: Iris West.

"Are you a reporter?" I asked her.

"Nope, I'm just an interested blogger. He's saved my life before."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I gotta get this, ssh."

Eventually the bad guys were tied up, and the Streak was gone. She made sure to tell her mom about it when she got home.

"The Streak doesn't sound right," her mother said after Jane's story.

"Really?" Jane asked in disbelief. "THAT'S what you're worried about?"

"That's quite an experience, baby, but the name sounds ridiculous," she said with a single laugh. Her mother pulled a strand of Jane's long black hair behind her ear. "I'm glad you're okay," she said, kissing Jane's forehead. "Go to bed soon," she called, exiting Jane's room. Jane fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She didn't know how, but she woke up on a cold concrete floor with a guy in a red jumpsuit and mask shaking her.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice sounding like he was talking through a fan.

Jane panicked and scooted back to the nearest wall, putting her hand out in protection. She looked up and realized that the man was pinned to the wall, or, so it looked like.

"Can you let go?" He asked. "Are you doing this? I'm not gonna hurt you, I was just wondering who you were and what you were doing here.

Jane relaxed, and the man mimed that he was let go from the wall. "Did I do that?" I asked the man.

He nodded. "I'm not that good of an actor. Come with me, and you can stay here for the night. I'm the Flash, by the way."

Jane didn't recognize the name, but then again she was half asleep. "How'd I even get here?" She asked. Maybe the Flash would know.

"You mean you just woke up here? You mean you didn't walk in here and fall asleep?" He asked.

"Why would I do that?" Jane asked, confused.

He had a moment for thought, then his face lit up like a Christmas tree. He looked excited for it being past midnight. "Wow, telekinesis and teleportation? You've got some good powers!"

Jane was still processing what he was telling her. "Wait, slow down. Are you saying that I have superpowers?"

The Flash nodded. "Yeah."

Jane smiled. "Cool! At least I got something back," she said pessimistically, glaring at her missing arm.

"Oh, I didn't even see that, I'm sorry," he said.

"It's been ten months, and I'm still not used to it. Given, three of them I was comatose, but still. What time is it?" Jane rambled, looking for a clock.

"Oh, uhh," he was suddenly a blur, moving to a nearby computer. "3 AM."

Jane was surprised by that. "You're-You're the Streak!"

"I prefer the Flash, but yeah."

They got lost in conversation. Hours on end they consistently rambled.

"...and my mother would always talk about the darkness in our neighborhood. A few houses down from us, about sixteen years ago, a guy murdered his wife in front of his kid, and he and his son both claimed he was innocent! I don't know if it was something she made up to make sure I was careful about who I married, but I overheard a conversation that the police reopened the case."

The Flash looked intrigued. "Mind if I ask what street?"

Jane told him.

"Oh…" He said, staying silent after that.

"Well, I would love to stay and chat forever, but I have school and work tomorrow, so I guess, I'll talk to you later."

"We can help you, here at STAR labs. Get used to your powers and maybe get some help out on the field," he said, almost as if he were asking, but not quite.

"Sure thing, but I would feel a lot more comfortable if I knew who was underneath that mask."

The Flash looked uncertain.

"Don't worry, it's highly likely that I don't know you or know anyone who knows you."

He was still thinking.

"Look, I'm not going to 'the dark side,'" she said mockingly. "I have no reason to. You can trust me."

The Flash finally gave in, taking off his mask. "I'm Barry Allen. Hi."

Jane gasped. "Would you perhaps be friends with Oliver Queen?"

"Yeah, how'd you know that?" He looked at me wearily.

"He comes to Big Belly Burger a lot and we chat. First time I met him he said his friend Barry was in a coma."

"Hm. Okay." He put his mask back on. "Do you need me to take you home or do you think you can teleport yourself home?"

"I would feel more comfortable if you took me home."

She could barely say the word home before he scooped her off her feet and we were on her street.

"Which one is it?" He asked. Jane pointed and he zoomed over and placed her down gently. "There you go. Are you good?"

She nodded. "Go home, Flash."

"Okay, bye Jane," he said, going back to wherever he came from. Jane went inside and went straight for her bed, falling asleep instantly and dreaming a dreamless dream.