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“N-no, that’s not what I’m saying,” Michael contended earnestly with frustration in his tone. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t-,” he tried to explain, but his words fell on deaf ears and people only grew angrier. If he could time travel, why can’t he figure out a way to fix this? Why can’t he go back in time to stop Darkseid from ever getting the Pheonix Force? Because it wasn’t that simple, Michael would try to explain, but he was a hero, he was supposed to use his powers to help the people.
But he wasn’t allowed to and it ate him up inside. He was sure Barry felt the same way, on some level, but he wasn’t there to unload on. Michael was on his own to deal with the angry mob that so diligently descended upon him with intent on getting what they want. Thankfully, he had his flight ring and within a mere minute, Michael was perched safely atop the nearest building to catch his breath-
-until the looming presence of someone else came crashing down. Michael shook his head solemnly, his back to his new visitor. “If you’re here about the time travel, Skeets can.. He can explain.”










