Superman

Just as Barry Allen wished, the lightning fell and hit his body.

Zizz! Zizz!

Batman lifted his cape and held it in front of his face, then jumped some distance away to avoid being affected by the electric current.

Luke stood still. He had even walked through the core of the sun. It would be a problem to break through the defense with this little damage.

Relying on the golden trident, the electric current was induced and concentrated on Barry's body.

Sizzle!

That iron chair firmly restrained the struggling Flash.

The glass bottle of chemical reagents exploded, and various potions were poured on the body, mixed with electric current, and suddenly a raging fire broke out.

Just as Luke described it, Barry, who was tied to the chair, was being grilled like ingredients on a teppanyaki.

"Hurry up and save people!"

Seeing that Barry was about to burn to charcoal, Batman rushed forward, preparing to put out the flames with his cape.

"hold on."

Luke stopped Thomas Wayne's move. With the golden trident in his hand and controlling the intensity of the electricity, he could ensure that Barry Allen's life was not in danger.

Although, the Flash is currently severely burned and in a state of near-death.

But according to Luke's estimation, the opponent can probably hold on for four to five seconds.

Superheroes are usually tough-minded, so he thought it would be okay to take another look at the situation.

"You're crazy! He's dying..."

boom!

Another bolt of lightning fell.

It penetrated Barry like a spear, and strands of blazing electric light enveloped him.

"It's done!"

Luke nodded with satisfaction, it seemed that he didn't have to wait again.

"this……"

Thomas Wayne looked with shocked eyes at the clumps of chemical liquid floating upward in violation of the laws of physics.

The lightning that struck down seemed to form some kind of force field, covering Barry Allen.

"My Speed ​​Force...is back!"

The person who feels it most directly is Barry himself.

He felt as if time had slowed down and everything had slowed down.

The stimulating energy rushing like lightning surged through the body again.

Just like blood, water and milk blend together and are innate.

"I'm The Flash."

In just a moment, Barry broke free from the restraints of the chair through high-speed vibration.

Then, he quickly ran around the Wayne Mansion, regaining the long-lost feeling of pleasure.

That kind of wonderful experience where the sound of wind and air flow are all assimilated by the speed force, and the whole person turns into a ray of lightning.

"Dr. Wayne, I told you, I'm the fastest man in the world."

Barry ran into the Batcave, found Reverse Flash's uniform, and used high-speed vibration to change the fibrous tissue, turning the yellow suit into the red of The Flash.

Putting on a brand new uniform, he appeared in front of Thomas Wayne, waiting for the other's incredibly shocked look.

"Well, for men, being too fast is not something worth showing off."

All that Barry did, in Thomas Wayne's eyes, only lasted less than a second.

But he didn't show too obvious emotions. Instead, he casually said an adult's dirty talk.

This calm look made Barry a little embarrassed, and he could only turn his eyes to Luke.

However, the latter is also very calm.

Luke snapped his fingers and said softly: "Congratulations on getting back your own Speed ​​Force. Now, it's time to reverse everything."

"But I have a question. Barry, at your current speed, can you open a passage through time and space?"

He asked knowingly.

The Flash definitely can't do that right now.

On the one hand, the existence of Reverse Flash prevents him from exerting his full strength.

Every time Barry takes a step, the Speed ​​Force generated will be absorbed by him and Reverse Flash.

Unless Reverse Flash is willing to cooperate, it will be difficult for him to open the space-time wormhole again.

On the other hand, he had just regained his super speed and was in a weak state.

"It's hard."

Barry also has self-awareness.

When he was running around the Wayne Mansion just now, he noticed that his speed had slowed down.

"Then is there any way to get you back to your original speed?"

Luke continued to guide Barry. He actually had several methods.

The simplest thing is to kill the Reverse-Flash and let The Flash absorb the complete Speed ​​Force.

It's just that Albert Swann is probably hiding somewhere in a corner right now, and it won't be easy to find him.

"Cosmic Treadmill."

Barry seemed to remember something.

The Flash has a treadmill specially used by speedsters. If there is a situation where he must travel through time and space, he will run with all his strength and use his own resonance with the universe to determine where to go.

This sounds like it has no scientific basis, but the Speed ​​Force itself is just a thing that rubs the laws of physics on the ground.

"Well, I've heard about this amazing...treadmill."

Luke nodded, this is the most feasible method at present.

"However, I need a helper who can perform professional data analysis and model calculations, and preferably a supercomputer."

Barry demanded.

He had just seen that there was only one desktop computer in the Wayne mansion with an internet speed slower than a snail's pace, and there was no qualified scientific research equipment.

No matter how top-notch scientists are, it is impossible for them to make materials out of thin air.

"Dr. Wayne should be able to handle it. These are all problems that can be solved with money."

Luke looked at Batman, who unexpectedly shook his head.

The Wayne family, which has never lost in wealth, actually expressed its powerlessness?

Even Barry was shocked now!

You must know that Bruce Wayne has always appeared in front of everyone as a wealthy man with a lot of money and a lot of money.

In fact, a large part of the Justice League's financial expenditures and scientific research funds come from Batman's sponsorship.

In addition to his role as a think tank and leader, he is also the father of a financial sponsor.

"I'm sorry, Wayne Group is not under my control, and I haven't been a doctor for many years. I'm afraid I won't be able to help with super computers, purchasing materials, etc."

Thomas Wayne said calmly without any embarrassment.

"Then what do you do for a living?"

Barry asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Being a superhero is actually a relatively expensive profession.

The purchase of various outfits and the creation of a secret base all require a certain amount of economic strength.

The Flash himself relies on funding from the laboratory and sponsorship from investors.

Superman has a Kryptonian heritage, the Fortress of Solitude in Antarctica, which is enough to solve all problems.

There is no need to say more about rich people like Batman and Green Arrow.

Even Wonder Woman has the rich accumulation of Paradise Island to rely on.

All in all, superheroing is not a mass occupation that anyone can get into.

"I open a casino."

Thomas Wayne coughed twice and said a little unnaturally.

That’s right, Batman and Penguin in the Flashpoint world partnered up to take over one-third of Gotham’s underground casino business.

Compared to the group boss, this is indeed not very decent and not honorable enough to say.

"Well, I thought Batman would always be the richest man in any world."

Barry complained.

"We have to find another way."

The cosmic treadmill cannot be built with a small amount of money. It is quite expensive to build.

"There is someone who should be able to help with this."

Thomas Wayne's eyes flickered as he thought of Cyborg, a cyborg who worked for the government and was a member of the Justice League of the main universe.

In the Flashpoint world, he did not get the Mother Box technology, but transformed himself into a half-biological, half-human being.

"This guy is the spokesperson of the government. He is responsible for supervising 'unstable elements' like me, and he can handle the scientific research team and funding issues."

Thomas Wayne added.

Cyborg has approached him many times, wanting Batman to join the government.

But neither Thomas nor Bruce likes to get involved in politics and are very resistant to the officialdom.

"government……"

Luke was thoughtful, but he had not forgotten that Superman in the Flashpoint world fell into the hands of the government.

The Kryptonian spacecraft that was supposed to fly to a farm in Kansas found its direction changed and fell directly into the center of the metropolis.

This also caused Superman, as an alien from the beginning, to become the private property of the military.

"I think this plan is good."

The corners of Luke's mouth quirked up.

Finally got a chance to meet my little cousin.