Superman

Just as Barry Allen had hoped, the lightning bolt fell and struck him.

Zzzz! Zzzz!

Batman lifted his cape and blocked it in front of him, jumping back a distance to avoid being hit by the current.

Luke is standing still, he's even walked through the solar core, and this much damage is probably a problem to break defense.

Relying on the golden trident, he drew the electricity and focused it on Barry's body.

Zzzzzz!

The iron chair, firmly imprisoning the struggling Flash.

The glass bottle of chemicals exploded with a thud, and various potions were poured over the body, mixed with electricity, and suddenly a blazing fire.

As Luke had described it, Barry, tied to the chair, was frying like an ingredient on a teppanyaki.

"Hurry up and help!"

Seeing that Barry was about to burn to a crisp, Batman took an arrow to the ground, ready to put out the flames with his cape.

"Just wait."

Luke stopped Thomas Wayne, with the Golden Trident in hand to control the intensity of the current, he could ensure that Barry Allen's life was not in danger.

Although, the Flash was currently badly burned and in a near-death state.

But according to Luke's estimation, the other guy could probably hold on for another four or five seconds.

Superheroes were usually more life-threatening, and he thought he could see what happened again.

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

Boom!

Another bolt of lightning fell.

It was like a spear running through Barry, strands of blazing electricity wrapped around each other.

"Done!"

Luke nodded in satisfaction, it looked like he wouldn't have to wait another time.

"This ......"

With shocked eyes, Thomas Wayne gazed at a cloud of chemical liquid floating upward in violation of the laws of physics.

The lightning that was blasting down seemed to create some sort of force field that enveloped Barry Allen.

"My Godspeed Force ...... is back!"

The most immediate feeling is that of Barry himself.

He felt like time had slowed down and everything had slowed down.

The stimulating energy that rushed like lightning surged through his body anew.

It was as if the blood was inherently watery and molten.

"I am the Flash."

In just an instant, Barry broke free of the chair through high-speed vibrations.

And then, he quickly ran around the Wayne mansion, finding the smooth feeling that he had lost for so long.

That wonderful experience of wind and air currents, all assimilated by the divine speed force, and the whole person transformed into a ray of electricity.

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

Barry ran inside the Batcave and found the uniform that had been worn by Reverse Lightning, using high-speed vibrations to change the fibrous tissue, making the yellow suit, the red of the Flash's.

Putting on a brand new uniform, he appeared in front of Thomas Wayne and waited for the incredulous vibrating look from the other man.

"Well, being too fast for a man isn't something to brag about."

All that Barry had done, in Thomas Wayne's eyes, had passed in less than a second.

But instead of showing overt emotion, he casually uttered an adult dirty word.

This calmness was a little embarrassing for Barry, and he could only look away from Luke.

However, the latter was also calm.

Luke snapped his fingers and said softly, "Congratulations on getting back your own God Speed Force, then it's time to reverse all of this."

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

He's asking this knowingly.

The Flash was currently, definitely unable to do so.

On the one hand, Reverse Lightning's existence prevented him from using his full strength.

Every step Barry took, the divine speed force generated would be absorbed cleanly by both him and Reverse Lightning.

Unless Reverse Lightning was willing to cooperate, it would be difficult for him to open the temporal wormhole again.

On the other hand, he had only taken back his Super Speed and was in a weakened state.

"It's hard."

Barry was also self-conscious.

He had just noticed that he was slowing down when he was running around the Wayne mansion.

"So what's the best way to get your original speed back?"

Luke continued to guide Barry, who actually had several options.

The easiest was to take out Reverse Lightning and let the Flash absorb the full God Speed Force.

Except that guy, Elbert Swan, was probably hiding somewhere at the moment, and it wouldn't be easy to find him.

"Cosmic treadmill."

Barry seemed to remember something.

The Flash had a treadmill for speedsters, and if a situation arose where he had to travel through time and space, he would run at full speed, using his own resonance with the universe to determine the location to which he was going.

It sounds scientifically unfounded, but the God Speed Force itself is a contraption that presses the laws of physics to the ground and rubs them in.

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

Luke nodded, it was the more feasible solution at the moment.

"But 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 with an internet speed slower than a snail in the Wayne mansion, and there was no qualified research equipment of any kind.

No top scientist could rub materials by hand out of thin air.

"Dr. Wayne should be able to handle these, they're all problems that can be solved with money."

Luke looked over at Batman, not expecting the latter to shake his head.

The Wayne family, who had never lost on wealth before, was expressing their inability to do anything about it?

Now even Barry was shocked!

You know Bruce Wayne has always been presented as a wealthy, lavishly wealthy man.

In fact, a large portion of the Justice League's financial expenses, as well as research funding, comes from Batman's sponsorship.

He himself, in addition to acting as a think tank and leader, was also the golden father.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not in charge of the Wayne Group, and I haven't been a doctor for many years, so I'm afraid I can't help with supercomputers, purchasing materials, or anything else."

Thomas Wayne said frankly without any embarrassment.

"And what do you live on?"

Barry looked puzzled.

Being a superhero was actually a rather expensive profession.

The furnishing of various outfits, and the creation of secret bases, all of which required a certain amount of financial strength.

The Flash himself is dependent on grants from the lab, as well as sponsorship from investors.

Superman has the Kryptonian legacy, the Fortress of Solitude at the South Pole, enough to fix everything.

Batman, Arrow, and such wealthy people don't need to be mentioned.

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

In short, superheroes weren't some mass profession that anyone could get on.

"I run a casino."

Thomas Wayne coughed twice, somewhat unnaturally.

That's right, the Batman of Flashpoint Worlds had teamed up with the Penguin to contract a third of Gotham's underground casino business.

It really wasn't dignified or glamorous enough to say that compared to the group's owner.

"Well, I thought Batman would always be the richest one, no matter what world,"

Barry sputtered.

"?We'll just have to think of something else."

The Cosmic Treadmill wasn't just a little money, it was quite expensive to build.

"There's someone who should be able to help with that."

Thomas Wayne's eyes flickered as he remembered the cyberman who worked for the government, one of the members of the main universe's Justice League, Steelbone.

He of the Flashpoint world, instead of getting Mother Box technology, had transformed himself into a half-cyborg, half-human being.

"This guy is the government's spokesman for the 'unstable' people like me, and he can take care of the research team and funding issues,"

Thomas Wayne added.

The Cybermen have approached him many times, trying to get Batman to join the government.

But neither Thomas, nor Bruce, they don't like to get involved in politics and are very resistant to the authorities.

"Government ......"

If Luke was thinking about it, he hadn't forgotten that the Superman of Flashpoint Worlds was in the hands of the government.

The Kryptonian ship that was supposed to fly to the Kansas farm found a change in direction and dropped right into the heart of Metropolis.

This also led to Superman, who had been the private property of the military from the beginning as an alien.

"I think it's a good plan."

Luke's lips quirked.

Finally, a chance to meet his younger cousin.