A/N: Hey, guys! I'm so excited to write this! I have so many ideas!. I hope that y'all will stick with me through this journey. I love Supergirl, and I love the Flash. I especially love the actors and actresses that are on the show. I always thought that Barry and Kara would make a serious power couple, but who knows? I'm still playing around with some ideas, so I hope you'll stick with me while I figure that part out. I think that these chapters I've been writing have been getting progressively longer, so if at any time you want me to shorten them, I will try my hardest to, but I've been inactive for a while and I might not be able to post new chapters for a bit, so I guess this will hold y'all over. It's the longest one so far. Last chapter we left off on a bit of a cliffhanger so bear with me. This chapter's going to go back a little in time and explain what's been happening with Barry and Team Flash. Now without further delay, let's go!

Chapter 4

Earth-1

One Day Prior

Barry Allen was tired. Quite the understatement, but between Savitar and jumping through time, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the world lifting off his shoulders and, effectively, making him feel exhausted. For months he had worried and plotted, trying to come up with anything that might help him defeat the god of speed, and he had almost failed. He did fail. The echoing theme of the past few years rang in his mind, but this time seemed to be slightly different. He wasn't fast enough and now Tracy Brand was suffering because of it; the whole team was suffering because of it. He felt guilty that he was glad it was H.R. and not Iris. He felt terrible, and the shame was practically eating the man alive. H.R. offered a different perspective that Team Flash had needed. A new light. At the beginning of this venture, the team was lighter, less weighted by the darkness of the world, but now Barry found himself relating to Oliver Queen. He wasn't able to fight the darkness without a little of it touching him. The losses piled up, and he was sure that Iris's death would have been the one to throw him over the edge and into the mindset of Oliver and then Savitar. He thought that he was reminding the team of how they should be by trying to help the broken version of himself, but it was a naïve attempt at compassion. Yes, they did help overthrow the inner Killer Frost battle that raged in Caitlin, but it seemed more like they were delaying the inevitable.

The truth was that the more he found himself embracing the darkness, the more he longed for the happy blonde he knew in a different universe. It unnerved him that it wasn't Iris that he longed for, but Kara, the woman who endured so much but still found it in her heart to have genuine compassion and love towards those who hated her. The fact of the matter was that Iris didn't bring out the best in him. He found himself being a worse person than when he was around Kara. The two superheroes complimented each other in a way that made the other better. Barry knew Iris had a vague sense of their issues when he had only proposed to change the future. Sure, he did remedy that and propose later with a more sincere feeling to it, but he knew that he never really felt that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He loved her, and he doubted there would be a time where he didn't, but recently he had begun to wonder if that was just a normal sisterly love that he felt. The two practically grew up together in the same house and though they weren't blood related, Barry always had lingering thoughts in the back of his mind that seemed to scream at him that it was a little strange. The drama between the two of them, and yes there was definitely drama, had endured so much over the last few years, and Barry wondered if it had just become a game for them. Eddie had loved Iris and Barry found himself hating that he tried to intervene between the two of them. He hated that Eddie had died, and in the wake of that heartbreak the two got together. It just felt wrong.

He laid his head in his hands, his elbows rested on his knees. Of course it did. They were practically siblings. A week after Iris killed Savitar, the couple had drifted apart more and more, finally able to relax after the swirling feelings that had risen during that stressful period. Their emotions seemed to cool and settle, making it easier for them to digest their thoughts. Iris had said she wanted to postpone the wedding a little longer, and Barry had raced back to take back the invitations he had rushed off to send. With each passing day, he wondered if their 'break' was going to lead to a breaking off of the engagement and relationship as a whole. What scared the man was that he felt relieved whenever he thought about it.

Once again, his mind drifted back to beautiful Kryptonian that seemed to occupy most of his thoughts recently. It seemed like a blessing if they could ever see each other again and possibly turn into something more. He wouldn't have to worry about psychos like Savitar because Kara was indestructible. Untouchable with bulletproof skin and speed second only to him.

Barry shook his head. It was ridiculous. As much as his heart yearned for her, he knew Kara loved Mon-El. He knew it months ago when the handsome man had shown up with her in his arm, unconscious. He had faked a smile as he talked with Mon-El, weeding through the complications of their relationship. To be frank, he thought he had died and was taken to heaven when he woke up to Kara's song. He had wished that they might stay there forever without any Savitars or villains to hinder his chance at a happy life. But it was a dream. A dream that he thought about often, wondering if Kara felt the same way he did.

Barry sighed. It was too late. She was with Mon-El. Strangely, that didn't seem to change any of his feelings about Iris. It was time. He needed to break it off. He wanted to become a better person without this lingering selfishness that had presided over him for the past year. Barry knew that Iris deserved better, and he wanted more. The truth was that the minute the lightning struck him, Barry lost any chance with Iris. He was just different. They didn't fit together the way a couple should, and that was purely fate. His road was down a different path than Iris and it was time the both of them continued down their own paths.

He walked into S.T.A.R labs, a coffee in his hands. It still stung that H.R. didn't bring them. He had an uncanny ability to bring the exact coffee he wanted, and it had been severely underappreciated. Barry set his coffee on the table, and sped into his costume. Wanting to be alone with his thoughts, Barry ran the city, letting wind blow and calm him. He must have been running for an hour before Cisco broke into his com.

"Yo, buddy," he said, confused to why Barry would be running at this hour, "what are you doing?"

"Just running. I needed to clear my head."

Cisco nodded, absorbing the information. He knew that Barry and Iris were having problems and wanted to be there for his best friend. "Alright, well, you have a metahuman downtown, if you aren't too busy clearing your head. Weather Wizard. Somehow he got out the prison that was holding him, and now his wrecking our city."

Barry rolled his eyes. Mark Mardon just did not stop. He sped by S.T.A.R labs and picked up the weather wand that Cisco had created. The citizens of Central City barely saw him zoom in between the buildings and cars as he chased after Mardon. He stopped four feet in front of the man, his hands holding the metal wand.

"Mardon! Don't you ever get tired of doing the same thing over and over? I mean, you've tried the same thing like five times now." He stepped closer. "Just give it up. You've already lost."

Mardon smiled and lifted his hands creating a small storm, the clouds darkening and rain starting to pour. Barry dropped his head. "Sometimes," he whispered to himself, annoyed. "It's almost as if they enjoy going to prison."

He barely had time to lift the wand before he felt someone punch him in the jaw. His body tensed as he fell to the ground, looking up at a man with metal skin. He blinked, trying to reason what he was seeing. It wasn't possible. Blackout killed him almost three years ago when Harrison Wells used him to as a distraction. He slowly rose to his feet putting his hands out in a gesture of peace.

"Tony?" he said, distraught at the sudden turn of events. He sighed internally. This was going to be a long day. His brain calculated several different scenarios, each one offering a more confusing answer than the last.

The metal man only smiled, raising his fist to hit Barry again. He super speeded out of the way, pressing his hand against his ear. "Uh, Cisco. Big problem. Somehow Girder's back again and he's helping Mardon."

"What?!" he said, standing up in his chair. "That's not possible!" He groaned. "Not again," Cisco said, remembering when the whole team nearly died from a zombie Girder. It was a pure miracle that Barry arrived just in time to save them all.

Barry threw a jab at Tony's face, breaking his knuckles on his cheek. Shaking his hand out, he reverted back to only dodging. "Where's Wally? I need him to distract Girder while I attempt to do a supersonic punch."

Cisco threw his hands down on the table. "No one's here, man! Team Flash is now two members! Wally's on Earth-2 visiting Jesse, Julian's still out trying to find Caitlin, and Harry is nowhere to be seen." He rubbed his face. "I have an idea. His cells have to continually adapting in order to change from penetrable to an impenetrable metal. Fluctuating between densities means that his cells are constantly moving and changing. They'd have to be hyper active all the time. All we have to do is stop that process from happening. To do that you would have to slow them down."

"I don't like where this is going, Cisco," Barry said, concerned. He dodged another punch, and turned towards where Mardon was coaxing the lightning to strike several parts of the city.

"I know, Bar. You can either get him high with alcohol, try a supersonic punch, or spray him with liquid nitrogen. The nitrogen will make the metal brittle and breakable, allowing you to shatter the metal," Cisco said, already anticipating his answer.

"That'll shatter his arm!" he exclaimed!

"We don't have much options here, buddy! It's just the two of us!" I'm working on miniaturizing a power dampener, but until then!" Cisco said.

"Wait. We're thinking too hard," Barry said, a semblence of a plan arousing his mind. "I could just throw a bolt of lightning at him. Metal is a natural conductor, and it will paralyze his cells, forcing him to return to his natural state."

Cisco slapped his forehead. "You're right!"

Barry ran in a circle, his speed building with each second until he had a solid line of light trailing behind him. Reaching back, he grabbed the bolt and flung it towards Tony. The man crumbled to ground, his skin returning to its natural shade of pink. He walked over to the limp body and punched him in the face, making certain that he was out. He turned around, seeing Cisco step out of one of his breaches, goggles and all. The shorter man extended his arm towards Mardon and transported him back to his metahuman cell. The two high fived, and Cisco crouched next to the muscle built man on the ground.

"How the hell did he come back?" he asked, turning to Barry. He shrugged.

"I don't know, Cisco. We should take him back to S.T.A.R. first." The two shared a look of agreement and met back at the lab.

Barry had called Joe and Iris, and the four stood in front of the glass cell where Girder sat, sitting smugly in the corner. Barry couldn't explain it, but something about his was different. The Tony he knew was just...different than the one that sat in front of them now. This one had a harder face, hair parted the opposite way, and that smug smile. It was almost as if he was observing them to see what they'd do. Barry couldn't help but feel unnerved as if they weren't even in control of the situation. Something was off and it was bothering him to no end.

"How are you here, Tony?" he started, his mind still racing through the different possibilities.

His grin faded, and he stood up. "You don't know? Wow, Flash. Things really are different."

"What do you mean?" Joe asked, feeling the same as Barry.

"Well, I just need to give someone some money. Turns out they were right." The man walked forward until his body was just inches from being completely pressed up against the glass. "I had a mission. I completed that mission. That's all you get to know." He smiled, touching the tip of his finger against the glass and pointing to Barry. "You always thought you were so smart. I can't wait for you to meet my new friend."

Barry zipped over to the glass case that held his childhood bully. He slammed his hands against the surface of the jail and curled his fingers into a fist. His eyes hardened as he stared at the man in front of him. Something had changed in his foe and it scared him. The man was more certain of himself, as if he was dictating everything that happened ever since Barry Allen laid eyes on him. It was concerning. No...it was terrifying. He couldn't deal with another Savitar. Not now.

"I want you to tell me everything!" Barry yelled. He was sick of these villains. They consumed his time, and they took everything that he held dear to himself. It was rewarding to save people. The gratitude in their eyes, the fact that he had just saved someone from suffering the same fate that he did was a feeling that could not be explained, but the consequences to those who got close to him was beginning to alter how he viewed his work. He was starting to think he did more harm than good.

Tony smiled and turned away. "No. But I will tell you this," he said, spinning around to face the furious man. "I hope you got to know that blonde while you could."

Barry's eyes widened, and his body began vibrating, shocking everyone in the room. He smacked the button next to the cell and entered Tony's prison. His fist vibrating slightly, the man smashed his hand against Tony's nose making him stumble backwards. He clutched his nose, blood running down his face.

"What did you say?" Barry said, his whole body tensing and lingering on each word. He felt his blood boil more than when Savitar had threatened Iris. He couldn't let the sunny blonde he knew suffer. He couldn't allow it.

Tony chuckled even despite the pain. He knew exactly how to manipulate the man in front of him. "You heard what I said." He leaned forward until his mouth was right next to his ear. "She's a pretty one, and honestly I'm surprised. I always thought your heart would be Iris's. Poor her. Did you notice? She's not even wearing her engagement ring anymore. Guess it won't be that hard for her to swallow. What was her name again? Oh yeah! Kara. Beautiful, blonde, strong Kara. She's had a rough year, and I guess it's going to get harder. Did you know that she has a weakness? A green rock. It's cellular makeup is quite fascinating. I was never one for science, you know that, but even I knew this rock was special. I wonder if she'll be dead quickly or if they'll just poison her with it." He smiled. "Guess we'll find out."

Barry grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall, his face centimeters from his. Kicking his knees to the side, Tony fell to the ground with Barry hovering over him. Tony could see the barely restricted anger in Barry's eyes and felt uneasy for the first time since he had been shoved in the cell. It was a look he had seen several times before someone was decidedly put on the losing side of a fight.

"You'd better tell me who you are working for, when you plan on attacking her, and how you know everything that I've ever thought," Barry said through gritted teeth.

Tony just winked at him, infuriating the man. Before he could attack him again, Joe pulled him off while Cisco closed the door to the cell. They met back up in the main room and the group sat in silence as they thought on the past few minutes, and Barry's reaction to the whole ordeal. They had never seem him lose his cool in front of someone as much as they had just then. They were shocked.

Iris walked over to Barry and laid her hand on his forearm, offering him a consoling smile. "I think it's time we talked."

She had seen the signs. She knew they were drifting and as much as she had wanted to spend her life with him, situations had changed. The Savitar issue had been resolved, and she finally had time to catch her breath and think over the idea of marriage. She loved Barry, but many of her feelings mirrored that of his. They would be friends, but she wanted a better life for him. One with someone who he had more in common with. She could never hold her own with these people with super powers, and who were geniuses that solved some of the world's hardest problems. Their lives were vastly different, and it was time for her to accept that. Iris admitted that she got a thrill from hanging around these people who saved the world. She could even admit that she was jealous. She wanted to be able to do the things they did. Hell, even her brother had superpowers. Regardless, she couldn't pretend to be one of them anymore. She had to make her own path.

The two walked in silence into the speed lab where they stood in front of each other, sorrow in the eyes. Years of history. Years of friendship. Years of what they thought could be a happy life together. All the years of heartbreak, confusion, love, and engagement, coming to an end right then. It was bittersweet. They knew the would keep in touch but things would just be different.

"So," Iris started, unsure of how to proceed with the conversation.

"So," he repeated, pushing his hands further into his pockets. They both locked eyes at the same time, both seeing the same emotions mirroring their own. They could see what should have been said, and they knew that they were both thinking the same thing, only too afraid to speak it out loud.

"I love you, Iris West." Barry said. There was nothing else to say. They knew how the other felt. They had known for a while now.

Iris walked to him, giving him a small hug. "I love you too, Barry Allen." She grabbed his hand, and opened it up. Smiling with tears skimming her eyes, she pressed the ring he had given her twice into his hand. Folding his fingers over the piece of metal, she lifted up onto her toes and kissed him on the cheek.

"Barry, I hope you find someone as special as you are." She stepped backwards. "You deserve it after everything you've been through."

He nodded his head towards her. "I hope you find someone as great as you are." He took a deep breath and let it out. "Where are you going to go?"

She shrugged. "I don't know yet. I'm going to go until something stops me. I want to find my own way." She bit her lip, meeting eyes with Barry. "Do me a favor?"

"Of course," he replied.

"Find someone. Find someone to be there for you and support you while you fight these villains. Don't turn into Savitar. If it's that blonde Tony was talking about or someone else, it doesn't really matter. Just find someone who doesn't hold you back. Someone who just makes you a better person," she pleaded.

Giving her a sad smile, the two wrapped their arms around each other one last time, and she walked out, saying goodbye to her father before leaving the building. Barry sighed again and looked at the ring in his palm. He would find someone. He just to make sure she didn't die.

Zooming into the cortex, Barry stared at the shocked faces on his friends' faces. His eyes shifted to monitor that showed the room where he and Iris had talked. His winced and turned to Joe whose face held no emotion. He merely met eyes with Barry and gave him a tired smile as if to say that he understood.

"Hey, Bar. Woodward was whispering to you. What did he say that got you all riled up? He mentioned a blonde," Joe questioned, genuinely intrigued at what would bother him so badly.

Barry rubbed his eyes and rested his hands on the back of his neck, massaging it. "He was talking about Kara."

Cisco popped his head up to stare at his friend. He admitted that Kara was like no one he had ever met, refreshingly optimistic and hopeful despite her past. She was bubbly and beautiful, unique in her way. What impressed him most wasn't her powers, although they were awesome, it was her ability to remain a good person and strong in her ideas even through the toughest circumstances. She always sacrificed for everyone else, and her loyalty was eternal. She was willing to travel dimensions at the drop of a hat just because Barry had asked. However, the conversation between Girder and the group had started to alter how he thought, making him believe that the reason she came wasn't just because she was loyal to a friend who helped her out a few months prior.

"What about Kara?" he asked, worried for his new friend.

Barry groaned, letting his hands drop from his neck. He was terrified for Kara. "Apparently, Kara has a weakness. A green rock or something."

Both men's eyes enlarged in surprise at the new information. "Weakness? That's kinda vague. Are we talking like power dampening weakness or like kill her when she's near it kinda thing? Cisco asked, disturbed.

"I don't know! He needs to tell us something! I can't just sit here wondering if she's okay!" Barry yelled, making the two men in front of him flinch at the raise in volume. They could both tell how upset their friend was and frankly, they were almost as angry as he was. They just couldn't imagine a person who would ever want to hurt such an outgoing, bubbly, joyful person.

Joe held up his hands, trying to calm his son. "Hey, it'll be alright! We'll try talking to Woodward again. Okay?"

Barry opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by his phone. He excused himself from the room, turning the phone around to show the Caller ID to his friends.

"Oliver? What's wrong?" He said, immediately on guard.

"Barry, I need your help," Oliver replied, his voice tense. "There's a couple metahumans here."

Barry narrowed his eyes. "No offense, Oliver, but isn't this something you can handle? I'm having a bit of a problem here."

"Normally, yes. However, one of them metahuman's supposed to be dead, and now he's demanding to see the Flash." Barry heard a crash in the background. "Barry, if you don't get here fast, he's going to blow up this whole city."

"I'll be right there." Barry zoomed into his costume, slipping his com into his ear.

Barry was on edge running to Star City. Oliver Queen was always the calm, collected mentor that he could always turn to. There didn't seem to be anything that he wasn't able to do. Even before obtaining his powers, Barry had looked towards the Arrow when everyone else had viewed him as some sort of cruel mass murder with a god complex. He taught him to cover each inch of a crime scene and not rush in blind to a potentially hazardous battle that could endanger innocent civilians. Nevertheless, Barry did fight on a different front then his friend. They dealt more with psychos that approached fights in a more methodical way, taking their time and analyzing the situation as Oliver often did while Barry dealt with crazy superpowered metahumans that chose to use their powers for nefarious purposes.

These thoughts drove Barry to move faster, realizing that this could possibly be a large setup that could potentially kill Kara. He arrived at the Arrow Cave, Felicity directing him towards where Oliver was. He zipped beside his friend who was watching as a metahuman set buildings on fire, shooting lasers out of his eyes. The other was trapping innocent civilians into mirrors.

The men shouted the residents of the city. "Bring us the Flash!"

Oliver turned towards his friend who nodded and ran to meet the crazed psychopaths. They halted their attack on the city and turned to smile at the red suited masked man in front of them. Sam Scudder looked as if he hadn't just been imprisoned in Iron Heights and the other hardly looked as if he had just rose from the dead. The situation was perplexing, and Barry was determined to solve whatever plan this was and save Kara.

He sauntered up to the odd couple of villains, projecting his usual confidence. "You know, if you wanted to see me, you could have just come to my city instead of attacking this innocent one."

They laughed. "Sure, we could have. But we thought it would be best if you saw what we were capable of doing. We won't just attack your city."

Barry's eyes hardened, his anger boiling by the minute. "What do you want?"

Scudder pulled a green rock from his jacket, holding it up for Barry to see. "This gem is fascinating. We just wanted you to see what was going to kill her." He leaned forward. "We know you were wondering if it would just take her powers away or kill her on the spot. Lucky for us, it's both."

Barry sped forward grabbing the arm that held the radioactive rock. He whispered into his com and an arrow whizzed past both of their hands, hitting the rock and sending it ten feet away.

A blast of energy hit him in the side, knocking him off balance and slamming him into the ground. Jake Simmons eyes glowed as he looked at the fallen man. "Better hurry up, Flash. She's running out of time."

Barry pushed from off the ground and practically flew into both men, throwing them back several feet. He blinked and was confused to see Mark Mardon standing not five feet from where Barry was. He already had a storm blowing and lightning striking the ground in several places. The wind churned, whipping things everywhere and blowing all the arrows Oliver shot off course.

Oliver was furious. It had only been a couple months since the last terrorist had wreaked havoc on his city and nearly killed his son. It was as if he couldn't have a break. He wished he could have had a little time for him and his team to regather their thoughts and recover since the last incident with Adrian Chase.

What a fool he was to think that was even possible.

He saw the pain in Barry Allen's eyes and wondered if he had failed. Oliver had always tried to shield those around him from the baggage that came from crossing the line. He had seen Diggle cross it, Felicity crossed it, and now Barry was close to doing the same thing. It hurt to not be able to take the responsibilities for everyone and guard them from the darkness that had plagued him for most of his life. He recently found out that the darkness could be controlled and he could keep it from dictating every decision he made. He proved that with Prometheus. He didn't kill him. It was a step in the direction that he had always wanted to go, ever since Felicity convinced him that it was even possible.

Looking at Barry, he saw the trepidation that colored his face, and he knew that that fear came from knowing he couldn't save a loved one.

Such is the pain of a hero.

Every day they saved lives, but they somehow failed to do that for the ones they loved most. Laurel, Tommy, and Shado for him. They were his motivation. They died believing in him, and they died fighting for what was right. Their regard for their life was outweighed for their care for the world. It was a noble legacy, and one he was proud to carry on. If he was to die in this line of work, he would go out like them.

Barry had lost too. He was no stranger to the unofficial curse that was wrapped around him as soon as he put on the mask. Ronnie and Eddie. Painful memories on how cruel fate can be to those who are dedicated to fighting the good fight.

Seeing that look in Barry's face now made Oliver wish he could share some of the weight that was on Barry shoulders. He didn't know who was in the crosshairs of fate this time, but he knew it was someone Barry loved deeply. He could see it in his face.

With the wind blowing his arrows of course and at such an inconsistent rate, Oliver abandoned the idea and ziplined down to try to help his friend. He headed for the man who was controlling the weather. Running towards him, he kicked the man's knee from beneath him, making him crumple to the ground. Mardon twisted around and attempted a hit at Oliver's chest. He blocked it easily but dove out of the way to avoid being struck by lightning. Groaning, he struggled to his feet, and threw a flechette at Mardon. It embedded itself in his thigh and Mardon screamed in pain. Losing control of the weather around him, the sky began to lighten in color, and the dark clouds that hovered around the area quickly dissipated.

Barry saw the change in the sky and was thankful Oliver was here. Staring at the two men at his feet, they moaned and tilted their heads back up to look at the Flash. Barry felt the warning bells go off in his head when he saw the two smiling up at him.

"You lose, Flash," they said laughing. "Your pretty friend is dead now. You did realize this was a distraction, right?"

Barry's eyes widened, and he pressed his hand to his ear. "Cisco! I need you to vibe here and open a portal to Earth-38 right now! Kara's in danger!"

Cisco scrambled from his seat and quickly put his goggles and gauntlets on. Raising his hand, he step into his newly formed portal and appeared next to Barry. Nodding at each other, he raised his hand once more, feeling the familiar vibrations of the earth. The breach opened, and Barry zipped in, not waiting for him. Before he could stop them, Simmons and Mardon jumped through the portal. Turning to Oliver, he saw the man imprisoned in a mirror, banging on the inside of the glass. Cisco turned and saw Mirror Master in front of him. He lifted his hand to defend himself but was hit in the head, everything going dark.

Barry had one thought in his mind. Save Kara. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know who was behind this. He felt like he was being played the whole time, only a small pawn in a bigger game of chess, but the only clear thought in his mind blinded him to the importance of finding out the answers to those questions. He vaguely felt someone behind him and saw Kara on the other side. Hundreds of thoughts running through his brain at once, he looked at the perplexed look on the blonde's face. Making a split second decision, he dove at her, picking her up, and throwing the woman to the ground.

His hair stood on end when a blast of heat traveled over the two of them. Kara pushed him off of her and stood up, facing the two that had apparently followed him. Barry saw the breach begin to close and Scudder jump out of it before it did. He scrambled to his feet and faced the Girl of Steel.

"I was too late," he said, cursing himself for letting the three of them follow him through the breach.

He saw a faint green rock protruding out of Scudder's jacket, and his eyes widened, realizing what had just happened. Before he could speed to him and take it, Scudder twisted around and threw the green rock, being caught by Livewire who transported back into the electrical currents and disappeared.

Kara frowned at Barry. "What the hell?! I just put her back in jail! And who are these people?"

Barry opened his mouth to respond but was hit by Simmons's plasma beams. Kara's head jerked towards Simmons and felt a sudden burst of rage. This was getting out of hand. Villains were teaming up, and the heroes were left vastly unprepared. They had no way to combat the organization that they now displayed. They were crossing lines, they had a smart leader, and now they had attacked Barry. Kara's eyes lit up in response, her body shaking from anger.

It was time to end this.