#super--sidekick

Another one is a bit more personal, but it’s the idea that he doesn’t end up as good a Superman as Clark. Conner knows he’s pretty much “destined” to become that person and at one time he was so sure he was ready to BE Superman, but the moretime he spends out in the real world the more outclassed anunprepared he feels. And now, more than ever, he feels like there'smore and more people he could end up letting down because he's only"half of Clark" and not all of him.

Another bad guy down. Barry celebrated, especially because he ran faster than he ever did before. Little did he know he accidentally opened a rift into a not-so-nice world. He let in a villainous version of one of his best friends. “Oh hey Winn!” He waved at his friend. “What’s up?”

“Getting shit faced drunk isn’t going to make me give you more of the drug Winn!”

Barry took a deep breath before walking into the bar. He was pissed, out of all the people to call why did Winn have to call him? He was trying to keep his distance, trying to move on. He still cared too much to not help though. He made his way over and tapped Winn on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Barry blushed and rubbed the back of his head, “Uhh....define “it”?”

   she stared at her NOW ruined dress for a long moment before her fingers fist   in his shirt, tugging him down to her level as her opposite hand slides her knife   from the holster strapped to her thigh. ❝ i’m feeling nice today now: give me  one reason not to SLIT your throat. ❞

Barry was asleep when he heard Winn call out his name. “I’m in here.” He called out from his from his room sleepily. 

‘’ Are you---S U I C I D A L--?  Or just  S I C K  of livin’-?