thewhitelily

Barry put the man down amid the frozen twilight and lightning coruscations that followed in his wake, and wondered what to do next.

He would know, Mr. Wayne had told him.  The Batman!  Hanging out with whom was, all of its own, possibly the coolest thing to have come from getting superpowers ever.  Even if the lightning that had given Barry his powers didn’t seem to have struck him with urge for superheroics that seemed to be driving the rest of them into a fight that was way over Barry’s head.  Barry wasn’t a fighter!

He’d thought he was about to vomit from nerves—but saving one person… that had actually sounded manageable. 

Come to think of it, huh, the nerves weren’t so bad anymore either.  Barry patted the shoulder of the man he’d rescued gently, an imperceptible little flutter too fast for the frozen man to notice.  Hey, he’d saved someone!  Go Flash!  

Save one person, and then… then what?  What on earth would Bats have thought Barry would know to do that was more important than the other captives in there, when it would have taken hardly a second for him to run in and…

Oh.  Right.  So he did know what to do, after all. 

Yay, team!

Lamely, Barry mumbled an excuse and dashed back through the lightning, into the fight.