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The neon blur of Central City always looked different from the top of the CCPD building. Barry Allen stood at the edge of the roof, his cowl pulled back, letting the cool autumn breeze hit his face. To the rest of the world, he was the Fastest Man Alive. To the city, he was a guardian angel in red leather. But tonight, standing under the buzzing glow of a broken billboard, he just felt tired. His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Cisco.

He pushed harder, feeling the Speed Force surge through his veins, a familiar, crackling warmth. He loved this feeling—the absolute freedom of the velocity—but the reading Cisco mentioned worried him. Tachyon spikes usually meant one thing: speedsters from another timeline, or worse, another Earth. The Flash675 viewsTV Show

Barry reached out his hand, pushing his speed to its absolute limit to match her erratic vibrations. His muscles burned. His lungs screamed for air. The neon blur of Central City always looked