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and I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

The next morning, Kara sat down in a courtroom at the Central City District Court, with Cecile standing next to her. On the other side of the court sat Marlize DeVoe, still acting to be the devastated widow. They all faced an impatient Judge Hankerson. "New evidence, Ms. Horton — that's what you told this court had come into your possession, only I haven't heard it or seen it, nor have the circumstances changed in any way that would convince me to move for a retrial. So, unless you have something more to add, this appeal hearing is over," Hankerson said.

"I understand, your honor," Cecile stammered, "I do, if we could just wait a few more minutes, I am sure that-"

"I am tired of waiting. Either you have something new to add, or you don't. Which is it?" Hankerson asked and Cecile looked down at a hopeful Barry for a moment before looking back at the judge.

"We have nothing further, your honor," she sadly said.

"Then I hereby deem Barry Allen's appeal den-"

"Wait!"

They all turned back to see the doors had opened and a very alive Clifford DeVoe had wheeled in, causing Kara to jump up from her seat, along with Marlize, the both of them surprised. "DeVoe?" Kara questioned.

"Nope, not DeVoe," Cecile whispered to her but the blonde looked confused, "It's Ralph."

"I believe you are looking for me, Your Honor," DeVoe said once he wheeled up to the front. "I don't know how any of this happened."

"You were found in Barry Allen's loft. You were dead," Hankerson said.

"I was stabbed. I heard a voice saying something about framing someone, then I blacked out. And this morning, I woke up in my own bed," DeVoe explained. "Mrs. DeVoe," Hankerson said, looking over at Marlize, "Does any of this make any sense to you?" "No, I am just as surprised by all of this as anyone," Marlize said, slowly setting a glare towards Kara, who just sent a smile at her.

"Your Honor," Cecile said, taking a step forward, "the city has had reports in the past of people who have appeared dead, only to later emerge very much alive."

"That's impossible," Hankerson said.

"Impossible, Your Honor, is it as impossible as a man who can run faster than the speed of sound? Or as impossible as a woman who can carry a plane on her back?" Cecile asked and Kara stammered a small smile, "I submit that Central City just as much as National City, is home to the impossible."

"I have as many questions as you have, Your Honor, and I am looking forward to working with the authorities to solve this mystery," DeVoe said.

"Yes, I'm sure the CCPD will be very interested in this. As for Barry Allen's appeal," Hankerson said before glancing over at Kara for a moment, who looked at him hopeful, "I guess the court must deem that Clifford DeVoe is alive and well. Barry Allen is hereby cleared of all charges and ordered release from Iron Heights Penitentiary immediately."

DeVoe glanced back at Kara and she smiled at him, tears filling her eyes of happiness.

Iron Heights Prison

Kara stood by herself out in the parking lot, outside of a gate, waiting patiently for Barry. She breathed heavily, her heart thumping, wanting to be able to touch him again without having to cling onto every second.

Suddenly, doors opened up and a dressed Barry walked out, followed by guards. The two walked towards the gate between the prison and Kara. The guard unlocked the gate, and opened it.

Barry didn't step out, taking in his freedom — he ran out. Right into Kara's arms. He held her up while his kiss lined up to her soft lips.

Oh, how he missed her everything so much.

The long kiss broke and Barry wrapped his arms around, never ever wanting to let go again. "Let's get out of here," he whispered in her ear and she nodded.

"Let's go home," she said.

West Household

Barry and Kara sat on the couch of the living room while Joe, Cecile, Iris, Mon-El, Caitlin and Cisco all surrounded them. They were laughing, having conversations as if Barry never went to jail. Like no time had passed at all. Kara looked up at Barry happily, having probably never been more happy in her life. He looked down at her, and that look in her eyes, that sparkle, just made him fall in love all over again. "You're home," she whispered to him.

"You're my home," he whispered back before he leaned down and kissed her.

Suddenly, Joe came up behind Barry and squeezed him tightly, causing Barry to laugh. "Oh, he couldn't wait to do that," Cecile said from the couch.

"How you feeling, Barry, you okay?" Joe asked.

"I'm feeling great, yeah," Barry told him.

"Well, you look like you could use a good meal, and don't you worry. I made a fresh batch of Grandma Esther's meat loaf," Joe said in his ear which immediately relaxed Barry.

"Oh, yeah," he said.

"Just like you like it," Joe said.

"Meat loaf? Gross," Cisco muttered causing Joe, Iris and Barry all to eye him down, "I just meant, meat loaf is a grossly undervalued menu itself in most restaurants, I think."

"You guys, now that I'm free, I don't care what I do," Barry said as Joe passed around drinks — water for Cecile. "I'm just so happy to be back with all of you again."

"Team SuperFlash."

"Today, we celebrate Barry. Tomorrow, we go back to stopping the man who framed you," Joe said.

"I'll drink to that," Mon said.

"Here, here."

They all clinked their glasses and had sips but Kara noticed that Barry had his thinking face on. "Barry?" She questioned and he looked down at her for a moment.

"Sorry...it's just...It's DeVoe," he said.

"Barry, we're gonna stop him," Iris assured.

"No, it's not that, he — there was nothing keeping him from going inside the meta-wing and absorbing the powers of every meta in Iron Heights — Peek-a-boo — Top — Weather Wizard," Barry began to explain, "I mean, he could've stolen their powers and more, but he didn't. He only wants the bus metas. He wants their powers for something. All of them."

"We know a bus meta," Mon muttered.

Suddenly the door opened and Ralph walked, all smiles and all, back to his normal form. "Hey, guys. Sorry, I'm late. Just couldn't get this left glute to shape shift back to its normal, perky—" But he stopped, his smile dropping when he noticed everyone staring at him like he was dying, "Why is everyone looking at me like I'm a dead man?"