Chapter 8
The Cortex, S.T.A.R Labs
"Ugh...I've got a killer headache," I mumbled as I nursed my head. Figures there'd be a side-effect to magical steroids that push you past Mach speeds.
"Welcome back to the world of the living," Barry said as he got off the ledge to the doorway of the infirmary.
"How long was I out?" I asked.
"A couple of hours," Barry said, "the plan worked, and we rounded up all the Earth-2 metas and chucked them into the pipeline,"
"Even Zoom?" I asked as Barry shook his head.
"I don't know what happened, but Zoom was gone by the time Wally came to back you up, and you were knocked out on the floor," Barry said as I nodded, realising that he thought Zoom knocked me out, which irked me, but I can't exactly go telling them that I used a tarot card to beat the shit out of the fastest speedster at the moment.
"What's gonna happen to the metas," I asked, "I doubt CCPD pay you enough to feed at least a hundred people indefinitely."
"You're right," Barry said, "They'll stay there for a while till A.R.G.U.S picks them up."
"Who now?" I asked.
"A.R.G.U.S, y'know, the-oh..." Barry said as I nodded.
"It's kinda surreal, having you in the know now?" Barry said as I shrugged.
"It is what it is," I said, moving to stand up.
"Oh, hell no," Barry said as he pushed me down to the bed, "you just lost to Zoom for the third time this week, you need to actually rest."
"I'm fine Barry," I said, pushing his hands off me. And I wasn't lying. The headache was gone already, and my body felt better than ever before.
"I'm calling Henry for a check-up," Barry said as I shrugged my shoulders, knowing they won't find anything.
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Sure enough, I was right, and the speedsters took the scenic route to the house for a nice celebration of the end of Zoom's reign of terror
Obviously, we got back before the others, and as we entered the house, we found a guest waiting for us, pouring himself a glass of champagne.
"Mighty fine wine you have here, Allen," a very familiar blonde man said. He was in a brown trench coat, a white shirt and a pink tie, with the perpetual cigarette in his mouth.
"Who are you?" Barry asked immediately as everybody except me settled into fighting stances.
"He's John Constantine," I said casually, glaring at the man, "I thought you were all the way in Europe?"
"Can't a guy take a bit of time to visit my apprentice?" he said, but I just rolled my eyes, tossing a can at his face, my theory confirmed when it passed right through him.
"Don't worry, he can't do much to us," I said, sitting on the couch as Barry raised an eyebrow.
"How do you know him?" Jesse asked.
"He's..." I struggled to find a phrase that accurately described him, "an occasional irritation and a somewhat friend, in that order."
"Aww, you care!" he said as I rolled my eyes.
"Spit it out, you wouldn't just come all the way here if you just wanted to piss me off," I said as he nodded, becoming more serious.
"You're right," he said, "I want to know what the bloody hell you're doing, using so much magic."
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FanfictionDan's always known his brother was hiding something ever since he started working with S.T.A.R Labs, but he didn't expect him to be the Flash. Join Dan as he gets sucked into the Flash's world of metas, vigilantes and co. as Central City's latest he...
