It all started when Dani complained to Clockwork in his tower about how being human meant she didnât have any powers. No phasing, no invisibility, and no ghostly escape routesâjust regular legs and a lot of running when things went wrong.
The next morning, both Danny and Dani woke up with superspeed.
It was awesome, if you ask them.
They could run halfway across the country and be back in time for lunch. They were having the time of their half-lives.
They went to thank Clockwork for the upgrade, but he just gave them a look.
His Ex had something to do with it, not him.
His two Wards had gotten a blessing by none other than the Speed Force. Now, Clockwork figures he owes his Ex a favor. He should help the Flash family once or twice, then. In return.
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ââand when I reset the timeline, the singularity stabilized,â he said, pacing slowly in front of the table. âMost of the damage reversed itself, but a few fixed points shifted. Nothing major. No mass casualties this time.â
Batman was already reviewing data on a holographic screen.
âSo you altered a fixed event,â Batman said. âAgain.â
Barry winced. âI prefer to call it adjusting.â
Wonder Woman crossed her arms. âYou gamble with history too easily, Flash.â
âI know, I know,â Barry said quickly. âBut people are alive because of it. That has to count for something, right?â
Green Lantern leaned back in his chair. âIâm just saying, man, one day the universe is gonna send you a bill.â
Barry opened his mouth to replyâ
âand a green portal tore open behind him.
Not a boom tube.
Not magic like Zatannaâs or Constantineâs.
Not Speed Force energy.
This was wrong.
The air folded in on itself, glowing an unnatural, sickly green, like light filtered through deep water.
Something stepped through.
No.
Rode through.
A massive, bat-winged Alicorn burst from the portal, with sharp fangs and teeth, red eyes, a horn on the top of his head, and a flaming green mane. It also wears an armor around its head and neck with an insignia of a pumpkin with bones going through it.
On its back sat a knight in gray and black, jagged armor, a helmet that obscured his entire face with a mow hawk of spikes at the top. His cape was made of purple fire, trailed behind him.
The room went dead silent.
Every member of the Justice League went into combat stance in the same heartbeat. Superman moved half a step forward. Aquaman gripped his trident. Green Arrow nocks an arrow.
The knight raised one gauntleted hand.
The temperature in the room dropped as the being spoke. His voice echoed unnaturally, layered, like it came from a cathedral and a grave at the same time.
âBy decree of His Majesty, the Ghost King,â
âthe presence of one Bartholomew Henry Allen is hereby demanded.â
Barry froze.
ââŚMy full name?â he squeaked.
The horse stepped forward.
Once.
Twice.
âWow, heyâ Wait a secondâ Barry said, backing up a step. âCanât we talk about this?â
In the blink of an eye, the knight moved in fluid motion, he leaned down, grabbed Barry by the back of his suit, and hauled him up like he weighed nothing.
âWAITâ!â Barry shouted.
The group of heroes finally snapped out of their shock as Wonder Woman, Batman threw a batarang, Green Lantern projected a barrier.
The knight swung him around and tossed him over the back of the spectral horse.
Barry barely had time to grab on before the horse reared.
The portal flared brighter.
âFLASH!â Wonder Woman shouted.
Superman shot forwardâ
But the horse leapt.
Straight into the portal.
The green light snapped shut behind them as the Watchtower was silent.
No portal. No knight. No Flash.
Just scorched air and frost on the floor.
Green Lantern lowered his construct slowly. ââŚâ
Batman stared at the empty space where Barry had been.
ââŚThat,â Hal said weakly, âdid not look like a time wraith.â
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Barry didnât know when the Watchtower became something else.
One second, he was clinging to a horse for dear life.
The nextâ
Endless stone.
The air shifted, heavy and cold, carrying the faint scent of ozone and something older. Not rot. Not dust. Just age. The kind of age you felt in your bones.
They thundered down a massive hallway.
High vaulted ceilings. Pillars carved with symbols Barry didnât recognize. Green fire burned in sconces that gave off no heat.
This wasnât a ruin.
This was a castle that had never needed to decay.
It had simply⌠always been.
The spectral horse slowed.
The knight pulled to a stop in front of a towering set of double doors, black metal banded with unique carvings.
Without ceremony, he grabbed Barry again and set him down hard on his feet.
âOof. Okay. Thanks. Gentle,â Barry muttered, straightening his jacket.
âWait here,â the knight commanded.
He dismounted, patting the horseâs armored neck.
The alicorn snorted softly, green vapor curling from its nostrils.
The knight knocked once.
Heavy. Final.
From the other side of the door came a voice.
Young.
Tired.
âCome in.â
The knight opened the door and stepped through.
It shut behind him.
Barry was alone.
With the alicorn.
Barry shifted his weight.
The horse stared at him.
He glanced sideways.
The horseâs glowing eyes didnât blink.
ââŚSo,â Barry said, forcing a nervous smile. âYou uh. Come here often?â
The horse tilted its head.
Barry looked away.
He could feel it still staring.
Thirty seconds passed.
Maybe a minute.
Then the doors opened again.
The knight stepped out.
âThe King will see you now.â
Before Barry could respond, the knight mounted his horse in one smooth motion.
The spectral steed turned and trotted back down the hall, hooves echoing until both rider and mount vanished around a bend.
Barry stood there.
Alone.
With a door.
ââŚRight,â Barry whispered. âCool. Cool cool cool.â
He raised a hand and knocked.
From the other side came the voice again, âCome in.â
Barry took a breath and opened the door.
He didnât know what heâd been expecting.
An ancient lich.
A towering demon.
A glowing, incomprehensible being of pure energy.
What he got was a kid.
White hair. Pale skin. He wore dark royal robes, the fabric shifting like mist. Above his head floated a crown made of green flame, hovering without touching him, flickering gently.
That was the King.
The boy barely looked up at first, too focused on the mountain of paperwork spread across an enormous black desk.
âHold onââ he muttered, scribbling something down. ââif that soul file isnât reconciled, Clockworkâs gonna yell at me againâŚâ
Barry stood there, frozen.
The boy glanced up briefly, eyes flicking over Barry, then back to the papers.
âYeah, yeah. Come in. Sit.â He waved lazily to a chair across from the desk. âThisâll just take a sec.â
Barry sat.
Mostly because his legs decided to on their own.
The boy finished signing something, stamped it with a glowing green seal, and finally set the stack aside.
Then toxic glowing green meets blue.
The room felt heavier.
âOkay,â the boy said. âIâm Phantom. The Ghost King, ruler of the Infinite Realms.â
Barry blinked.
ââŚYouâre kidding.â
Phantom tilted his head. âNope.â
He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. âAlso known as the High Sovereign of the Dead, Tyrant-Slayer, Conqueror of Starsââ he made a vague hand motion, ââBreaker of Chains, Warden of the Veil, yada yada. Thereâs more, but honestly, I stopped keeping track.â
Barry stared.
ââŚYou look sixteen.â
Phantomâs mouth twitched. âYeah. I get that a lot.â
Barry gestured weakly around the room. âSo. Where exactly am I?â
âThe Infinite Realms,â Phantom said easily. âThe in-between. The place souls pass through before moving on. Home of ghosts. Also the connective tissue between every dimension, universe, timeline, basically if realityâs a spiderweb, this is the webbing.â
Barry frowned. âSo⌠like a cosmic waiting room?â
Phantom considered that.
ââŚThatâs actually not the worst description Iâve heard.â
Barry hesitated, then finally asked the question burning in his chest.
âOkay. Then why exactly did you have your⌠knight guy kidnap me from the Watchtower?â
Phantom leaned back in his chair.
His expression shifted.
Not angry.
Not cruel.
Just⌠tired.
âBecause, Barry Allen,â Phantom said, folding his hands on the desk, âyou are making an absolute mess of my paperwork.â
Barry exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair. âOkay⌠hold on. Back up. You keep calling yourself Phantom. What does that even mean? Because Iâm pretty sure I havenâtâ you knowâ messed with any ghosts.â
Barry relaxes for half a second, until Phantom continues.
âBut you did something worse.â
Barry stiffens. âWorse than messing with ghosts?â
Phantom folds his hands together on the desk. âYou tampered with souls.â
That gets Barryâs full attention. âIâ what? No, I didnât. I justâ I changed time.â
âYes,â Phantom says calmly. âThatâs the problem.â
He stands, moving around the desk, the faint glow of his crown casting ghostly light across the floor.
âEvery time someone dies, their soul passes through the Infinite Realms. As Ghost King, I am responsible for processing their arrival. Their status. Their eventual moving on. Every soul has a record. Every transition has paperwork.â
Barry blinks. âThatâs⌠a lot of paperwork.â
âYou have no idea,â Phantom mutters, then continues.
âWhen you altered the timeline, people who were once dead suddenly⌠werenât. Their souls were here. Logged. Filed. And thenââ He snaps his fingers softly. âGone. No record of them moving on. No transfer. No destruction. Just⌠missing.â
Barry frowns. âBecause they were alive again.â
âYes,â Phantom says. âThey go back to being alive in your universe.â
Barry opens his mouth to respond, but Phantom keeps going.
âThen there are the opposite cases. People who were once alive,have suddenly appeared in the Realms as dead. With no cause. No arrival event. As if theyâd been dead for years and no one bothered to file it.â
âThat doesnât make any senseââ Barry starts.
âAnd then,â Phantom continues, voice sharpening just a bit, âyou did it again. The ones who came back to life? Dead again. New dead. New living. Records contradicting themselves. Souls appearing, disappearing, reappearing. Entire chains of causality breaking.â
Barry finally snaps, âBut I fixed it! I reset the timeline! No one remembers the other versionsâ itâs supposed to be like the original!â
Phantom sighs. A long, tired, very un-teenage sigh.
âIn your universe, yes. But the Infinite Realms exist outside of your timeline. Outside of your resets. We remember everything.â
Barry goes very still.
âThat means,â Phantom continues quietly, âwe remember every soul that arrived⌠every soul that left⌠and every soul that was supposed to went back or was not supposed to arrive yet.â
Barryâs voice is small now. âSo youâre saying⌠you remember every version.â
âYes.â
Silence hangs heavy between them.
Barry looks down at his hands. âI didnât know. I was just trying to save people.â
âI know,â Phantom says. âAnd you are far from the first Flash to sit in that chair.â
Barryâs head snaps up. âFirst?â
Phantom tilts his head. âThe Infinite Realms connect to the entire multiverse. There have been many speedsters. Many Flashes. Many broken timelines.â
Barry swallows. âThatâs⌠not comforting.â
âItâs not meant to be.â
Phantom moves back behind the desk and pulls out a thin stack of papers, sliding them across to Barry.
âI have a proposal.â
Barry hesitates, then picks them up. âA contract?â
âYes,â Phantom says. âIf you sign it, you agree not to change the timeline. No deliberate alterations. No âfixingâ things by running back in time.â
Barryâs jaw tightens. âI canât justâ what if thereâs an emergency?â
âThen you request an audience,â Phantom replies. âYou explain your case. I decide whether the change is permitted.â
Barry looks up, incredulous. âYou want me to ask permission to save people?â
âI want you to think before you rewrite existence,â Phantom says evenly.
Barry scoffs. âAnd if I donât sign?â
Phantom shrugs, far too casually for what he says next.
âWell, considering your ability to travel time comes from your speed, then I sever your universeâs connection to the Speed Force.â
Barry goes pale. âYouâ you canâtâ that wouldnât just punish me. That would punish every speedster.â
âIâm aware,â Phantom says. âWhich is why these exist.â
He slides more papers across the desk.
Barry looks down. His stomach drops. âContracts⌠for the others.â
âYes. Same terms. Same consequences.â
Barry grips the papers, anger and fear battling on his face. âYouâre holding my entire universe hostage.â
Phantom doesnât flinch, but something in his expression shifts. The glow in his eyes dims just slightly.
âThis isnât about leverage,â Phantom says quietly. âItâs about damage.â
Barry frowns. âDamage to what?â
âTo souls.â
Phantom steps away from the desk, the flames of his crown flickering lower.
âWhen a timeline is rewritten, a soul isnât just âreset.â Itâs pulled, twisted, layered over itself. The same soul forced to exist, die, return, and die again. Over and over.â
Barryâs breath catches.
âThat kind of strain leaves fractures,â Phantom continues. âMemories that donât belong. Echoes of deaths that never happened. Pieces that donât quite fit anymore.â
âWhat happens if it keeps going?â Barry asks quietly.
Phantom meets his eyes.
âEventually, the soul starts to unravel.â
Barryâs voice is barely above a whisper. âUnravel⌠how?â
âFirst, instability,â Phantom says. âThen erosion. And if it happens enough timesââ He hesitates, just for a second. âThe core collapses. The soul doesnât move on. It doesnât reincarnate. It doesnât exist.â
Barry goes pale. âThey just⌠disappear?â
âNot just in your universe,â Phantom says. âAcross all of them. Every variant. Every possible version. Gone.â
Silence crashes down between them.
âI wonât allow that,â Phantom says firmly. âNot for convenience. Not for hope. Not even for good intentions.â
Barry looks down at the contracts, his hands trembling slightly.
âThis isnât punishment,â Phantom adds more softly. âItâs prevention.â
Barry is quiet for a long moment.
âYou donât have to decide right now,â Phantom adds. âTake a few days. Read everything. Then contact me.â
Barry looks up. âHow?â
Phantom produces a ring and places it in Barryâs hand.
It looks similar to a Lantern ring, but simpler. Darker. Etched with faint, glowing symbols.
âWhisper into it,â Phantom says. âA portal to the Infinite Realms will open.â
Barry turns it over in his fingers. âIt seems simple, can anyone use it?â
âNo,â Phantom says. âItâs bound to your soul. If you lose it, it returns to you. If someone steals it, it returns to you.â
âThatâs unsettling.â
âItâs efficient.â
Phantom stands. After a moment, Barry does too.
Phantom leads him to the center of the room.
âYou are not a villain, Barry,â Phantom says. âBut power without limits breaks more than it saves. Remember that.â
A portal opens, toxic green swirling like liquid fire.
Phantom gestures. âWe will speak again.â
Barry hesitates at the edge of the portal, then looks back.
Phantom gives a small, tired smile.
Barry steps through.
The portal snaps shut behind him.
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Light slams into Barryâs vision.
For a split second, all he can see is white and steel and motion. The sterile glow of the Watchtower. The hum of systems. The loud, overlapping voices of his teammates.
Theyâre talking. Fast. Urgent. Focused.
So focused they donât notice the green-edged portal fading behind him.
They donât notice him.
Barry blinks, his eyes burning as they adjust. His heart is still pounding like heâs running, even though heâs standing still.
He clears his throat.
Every voice in the room cuts off.
Heads snap toward him.
For a heartbeat, no one moves.
Thenâ
âBarry!â
âWhere did you go?â
âAre you okay?â
âWhat happened?â
They crowd him, questions overlapping, hands on his shoulders, scanning him for injuries, for signs of magic, for anything that explains what they just saw.
It takes a few minutes before the noise settles enough for anything to make sense.
âHours,â someone finally says. âYou were gone for hours.â
Barry exhales slowly.
For him, it had been minutes.
Maybe less.
His fingers tighten around the stack of papers still clutched in his hand. The contracts. Proof that it hadnât been a hallucination. That it hadnât been a dream.
Someone looks down at them. âBarry⌠what is that?â
Bart Allen, but it's a design like it's an impulse in the absolute universe!!
So, basically, this Bart is a refugee from a dead timeline. He wears baggy clothes to hide the cooling suit that keeps his temperature within a normal range, and VR because his eyes are unable to focus on the real world except through a screen.
His future timeline was declared redundant after the consolidation of the Absolute Universe, so it began to collapse while he was inside a cryogenic stasis capsule. He was the only thing that survived thanks to the accumulated energy his body emitted.
He was a test subject in a sub-branch of the Olympus experiment, decades ago, created to push human potential to its limits, conducted by Barry Allen and Eleanor Thawne in the current Absolute Flash continuity (#10? I don't know, I hope DC doesn't change this or I'm going to cry).
The idea was to make scientific advancements that would "liberate" humanity: instantaneous time travel, the ability to communicate with anyone, anywhere, the ability to detect any disease or defect at a molecular level and treat it before it even occurs.
This was government-funded, so the real idea was to create more and better weapons.
At some point in the past (Flash Absolute #2), during tests to prove its effectiveness, the machine malfunctioned, hitting Wally instead of the intended test subject. Wally, then 15 years old, gained super speed. But as a teenager with a more developed body, his energy was unstable and uncontrolled because his newly formed cells struggled against friction; therefore, he was discarded, but not his cells. To create a perfect human weapon, they would have to implement speed and energy at a cellular level, someone who grew up with this power from a young age and from within. So, they used the womb of a descendant, along with cells collected from the failed experiment.
Many years later, before Bart even had the consciousness to perceive reality and recognize himself in it, he was already being used by scientists to study his body and abilities. As soon as he was born, he was separated from his mother and kept captive in a cryogenic capsule to freeze his growth, fed by cooling probes and trained by dozens of simulations in his head.
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Danny was pissed. He was chilling in the Speedforce, waiting on his dadâthe Flashâto show up when he felt something shift around him. He exited the speedforce to find that the timeline had changed again, and he had been written out of the timeline. He technically was a time anomaly now, and didnât exist. So he talked to Clockwork, a ghost heâd gotten to know extremely well after Dannyâs creation.
Danny was a clone of the Flash and Green Lantern(Hal Jordan) as part of an experiment that Lex Luthor had taken prior to cloning Superboy. Lex had wanted to know if the power ring was able to transmit anything genetically (it couldnât. It was a wearable weapon, not a genetic thing.) but Danny had inherited Flashâs superspeed, so he wasnât a complete loss. Danny wasnât sure if he looked more like either man, considering they both wore masks. He had brown hair and green eyes. Beyond that, he tanned well, was tall for his age, and packed on muscle far easier than the Flash did. He hadnât ever seen either man out of the costume.
After a talk with Clockwork, he decided he was just going to force his way back into his Dadâs life. Both of them, if possible. He arrived years before his creation by mistake, right near the start of the Justice League. By his estimates, the team had only been formed for a year before heâd arrived. It was strange; he both didnât exist and was from the future. He guessed that it was around nine years before his birth, and since he was technically six months old, he was 9 years in the past. Thinking about this was going to give him a headache.
The Justice League was severely mistrustful of each other. They didnât go out of their way for teamups, didnât have weekly meetings, and almost pretended if the other members didnât exist. The most recluse of them was Batman, of course. If any hero set foot in Gotham, they were booted out before they even got to downtown. Danny highly suspected Batman had the entire city on camera. The situation was weirding him out more than before. What had happened to the team?! He was used to everyone being one big family, and even the sidekicks having their own teams⌠speaking of sidekicks, why was Robin so small?! Wait a minute, that wasnât the third Robin that he was used to, that was the first Robin! Baby Nightwing!
Thankfully for him, he still had his costume on this entire time as he zipped around the country, spying on the younger members of the Justice League. It was surreal watching everyone try to capture him, but he wasnât going to be caught that easily!
Eventually his presence forced the Justice League into another teamup. Batman laid the trap out, and Flash lured him into it. The plan was so beautiful that he didnât even realize it was a trap until he was caught in it. Green Lantern took off Dannyâs mask, and for the first time, he looked at his fathers without a mask. They didnât make the connection to him right away. It wasnât until Wonder Womanâs lasso made its way around his wrist that the truth finally came out.
âWho are you?â Wonder Woman asked.
âOof , hard questionâow ow owwâIâm being honest!â He struggled against the lasso as it started to burn him. âMy designation was Dn-y, I go by Danny, though. Iâm a clone.â
âOf who?â Batman demanded.
âFlash and Green Lantern.â The lasso was glowing brightly, indicating that he was telling the truth.
âHow did you escape?â Flash asked.
He didnât answer right away. He was trying to think about how to phrase the whole time travelingâtimeline erasure thing when the lasso started to burn him again. âOw ow! Sorry, Iâm thinking! Ow! Turn down the settings on that thing, holy shitâokay, okay.â He winced, his words coming out in one breath as he quickly talked, âWhat do you know about time travel?â
Dianaâs eyebrows were rising. âHow are you able to resist the lasso for so long?â
âIâm not really resisting it.â He answered, noting the obvious deflect of his last question, âI just-owwâokay! My mind moves too fast for me to put into words sometimes and it makes me stop to think about it, but like, Iâm not good at controlling the speed in which I speak all the timeâowww make this thing stop burning me! Iâm speaking honestly!â
Diana revoked the lasso, and he rubbed his wrist where his costume was starting to singe. He was still trapped in an anti-speedster prison, so it wasnât exactly like he was going anywhere anyway.
âWhy were you asking about time travel?â Batman asked.
âBased on the crickets chirping I heard earlier, that leads me to believe you guys havenât had any experience in it yet.â He leaned against the wall of the prison, wincing as it shocked him with electricity. âSeriously? How paranoid are you, Batman?â He rubbed his shoulder. âHonestly, I donât know what I was expecting with you people, but I feel so attacked right now.â
âSo we have experience with it in the future?â Superman piped up.
âYeah?â His tone of voice equated to a âduhâ tone. âWhy would I ask what you knew if I wasnât from the future?â
âHow far in the future are you from?â Green Lantern asked.
âNine years, maybe close to ten? Timelines are weird. Iâm technically six months old, but at the same time Iâm sixteen. Cloning is odd, but I was like, the first clone ever, so I donât really have a basis for this sort of thing, if you catch my drift.â He shrugged. He seemed like he talked a lot more than the heroes did, but he didnât know if that was because he was a chatterbox, or because they werenât comfortable in each otherâs presence. Either way, the silence was odd to him.
âHow did you end up here?â Batman asked.
âHonestly? I donât fully know. Donât give me that look, Diana! Iâm telling the truth.â He added quickly as Diana fingered her lasso again. âAll I know is one minute, Iâm chilling in the Speedforce, and the next, the timeline is changed and Iâm nine years too early for my birth. Youâd think the timeline would at least have the decency to spit me out in my own year, but nooo, it wanted toââ
âWhatâs the Speedforce?â Superman interrupted.
He tilted his head at Supermanâs question, then turned to the Flash. âHow long have you had your powers?â
Flash shifted uncomfortably. âTwo years.â
âOh boy.â Dannyâs green eyes widened. âYou donât know anything about them, do you?â
âI do know things!â Flash deflected, âMy suit doesnât catch on fire anymore! I can run up to Mach 2! I can get from either end of the country in thirty minutes!â
He groaned loudly. âOh no. Oh no.â He chewed on his thumb, trying to recall everything heâd learned about his powers from his Flash. While he hadnât learned his or Green Lanternâs identity yet, he knew almost everything about their hero personas and a lot of personal information. They were just worried of the Cadmus connection and didnât want their identity to fall into the wrong hands if they still could see inside of Dannyâs head.
âWhatâs wrong?â Diana asked.
âOkay.â He ran his hands through his brown hair, making it spike up. âHypotheticallyââ he cut himself off as Batman glared at him. âOkay, totally real, but uh, Flash, letâs just say that Iâm faster than you right now. A lot faster.â
âHow much?â Flash took a step forward, obviously curious.
âFrom what we can tell, Iâve topped out at Mach nine.â He responded with a dry laugh, âBut your speed was still a lot faster than mine. Youâd never tell me what it was. Iâm still growing though, and Iâm getting faster. Iâm able to beat my precious time by almost double each time we test. But my situation was complicated, and things were happening, and it was a mess.â
âLike what?â Superman asked.
âWorld war three. I think?â He rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture that he had picked up from Green Lantern, âThings got complicated. Thatâs why I was going to wait forâŚâ his eyebrows scrunched together as the last piece of the puzzle clicked into place. âIt was you!â He turned to Flash. âYou!â He jabbed a finger at the speedster. âYou set this up! You set ME up!â
The heroes took fighting stances, but Superman took a step forward, blocking them from Danny. âWhat are you talking about?â
âOkay okay.â He was trying to calm down his anger, but he had been told by Green Lantern in the past that he had inherited the manâs anger issues. âLet me start at the beginning. This is going to be a long story, you might want to take a seat.â
Nobody moved, but everyone was tense.
âOr not. Okay. So my creation starts with Lex Luthor.â He noticed Superman stiffen. âHe used me as his trial, if you will. Once he got a successful attempt at cloningâmeâhe moved onto his real target. Cloning Superman.â Dannyâs green eyes hovered onto Supermanâs blue ones. âHe was successful.â
âWhat happened?â Supermanâs voice was unnaturally quiet.
âWell, at first, Conner wasnât showing that he had all the powers of Superman. So Lex tossed him aside and tried again. The second attempt was more successful than the first. But cloning Kryptonian dna was hard, I guess.â He shrugged. âThe second clone lacked basic emotions. Empathy, remorse⌠it made him the perfect little weapon for Lex. But eventually, the cloneâs anger and Lexâs greed got to a point of no return. Lex was elected President of the United States and uhâŚyou can probably see where this is going, right? While the fighting hadnât likeâŚâofficiallyâ started,â He used his fingers to create air quotes around the word âofficiallyâ, âThings were getting tense. See, we couldnât take the clone down because Lex had wrote out the Kryptonite deficiency out of his weakness. And the clone had all the strength of Superman and none of his remorseâŚâ
Superman looked pale. âI see.â
âSo Flash and I came up with a plan.â He turned back to his father, âWe were going to travel into the next dimension for help. From what we could tell, that dimension was full of god-like beings, and one of them actually helped me out earlier! But for a lot of them, they ask for a price for their help. But anyway, Flash and I were going to take our case to the King and plead for help. I was waiting for Flash when the timeline reset and I found out that not only did I not exist, but I was nine years too early.â
âWhat are you going to do now?â Green Lantern asked.
âDunno,â His voice dropped as the reality hit him. He wasnât going homeâhis home didnât exist anymore.
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Barry Allen. The Flash. God amongst humans. Holds so much darkness inside one could think it takes only a small step to turn into something dark himself. Everyone knows it but him. Or does he? âĄ