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He saw the figure—a young woman clad in a dark speedster suit, her eyes wide with terror as her body phased rapidly between solid and intangible.

The neon blur of Central City always looked different from the top of the CCPD building. Barry Allen stood at the edge of the roof, his cowl pulled back, letting the cool autumn breeze hit his face. To the rest of the world, he was the Fastest Man Alive. To the city, he was a guardian angel in red leather. But tonight, standing under the buzzing glow of a broken billboard, he just felt tired. His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Cisco. The Flash675 viewsTV Show

He slowly pushed himself up on his elbows, blinking away the stars in his eyes. The violet rift was gone. The street was quiet again, save for the rain. He saw the figure—a young woman clad in

"Take my hand!" Barry yelled, his voice sounding like slowed-down thunder in the void. To the rest of the world, he was the Fastest Man Alive

Barry was thrown backward violently, slamming through the barrier and tumbling across the wet asphalt of Central City. He rolled for several meters before coming to a stop against the base of a streetlamp, groaning in pain, smoke rising from his suit.

"I'm here, Cisco," Barry said, touching the comms unit in his ear. "It looks like a breach, but it's not stabilizing. It's erratic."