Masque Of Death • The Flash

Frenemies

After a few minutes, finally, Iris broke the silence.

"I say we give this a shot, guys," she proposed tentatively, her eyes scanning the faces of her teammates, seeking their opinions.

As each of them pondered our proposal, their eyes met in agreement, signalling their willingness to proceed.

Looking that they accepted our deal, I brought my palms together, the sound echoing faintly in the room, and spoke up.

"Okay. Looks like we are in agreement," I said, my voice infused with relief. "So, can we get going? I'd rather not prolong my stay here any longer."

"Not so fast," Iris interjected, putting a halt to our departure from the cortex. "Like my dad said, we can't trust someone we know nothing about."

"Oh, come on," I muttered under my breath. 

Must be a West family trait. I thought, rolling my eyes in slight frustration.

Everyone paused, their curiosity piqued, waiting for me to unveil my true identity. I turned to Killer Frost, searching for support but instead, she met my gaze with an icy stare, her expression urging me to press on without delay.

"Time is ticking," she said with a hint of impatience. "Savitar's mind isn't going to fix itself."

Exhaling a mix of exasperation and irritation, I removed my crimson mask, revealing my face to Team Flash."Happy?" I asked, spreading my arms wide.

With the revelation of my true identity, we dispersed, each of us eager to attend to our respective tasks.

...

As Killer Frost and I stepped into Cortex, the voices of Team Flash discussing the devastating fire caused by 'Heat Monger' filled the air.

"You just called me a superhero, right? A good one? Even without memories, I can't stand by and let people die if I can prevent it," Barry declared with unwavering determination. In a flash of orange, he disappeared, only to reappear and awkwardly admit, "Um, forgot the suit," before rushing toward the inferno.

Barry hurried towards the burning building, his attempt to halt abruptly proving futile as he collided with an obstacle, resulting in a resounding thud that echoed through his comms. "Barry? Are you okay?" Iris's voice expressed concern.

"Oh my god, he's beyond pathetic," I uttered, pinching the bridge of my nose in exasperation at Barry's helplessness.

While Wally stressed over how to assist him, Killer Frost, who had been silent until then, spoke up, pointing to a metal plate resembling a cockpit pilot's controls. "There's something we can do. We can jump-start his brain using that device."

"We haven't run any tests," Cisco rejected the idea, shaking his head.

"If we don't jump-start his brain, he'll die along with everyone in the building," I interjected.

"What is that thing?" Joe frowned, expressing his concern over the risk.

"This device can send electrical charges through the transmitters in his suit, theoretically jolting his memory," Cisco explained.

"But won't that further damage his brain?" Iris asked. Her worry was evident.

"And if you don't, everyone in that building will die," Julian urgently replied as the fire continued to devour the structure, spreading like a rampant disease through a human body.

"Life's a game of chance," Killer Frost remarked coolly.

Pausing for a split second, Cisco made his decision and addressed Barry, "Okay, Barry, you're gonna feel something. Might hurt, might sting, might suck."