neighbors | barry allen//the flash

eighteen | morals

As soon as Clara entered her apartment, she headed straight to her desk and pulled up her laptop. She quickly searched that day's news. Sure enough, multiple sighting of the Flash occurred that day. Jackpot. She quickly wrote down some information of the witnesses. She decided the zoo sighting would be a bust, there were just too many people and too much confusion. But today had given her plenty of other information to work with. She headed to the jewelry store first.

"May I help you?" An old man behind the counter full of dazzling diamonds asked her as she walked in. He looked so sweet, and it made Clara sad to think of how terrified he must have been today.

"Yes, actually, I'm investigating a couple of cases involving the Flash, and I was hoping you could answer some questions for me," Clara plastered her most convincing smile on her face.

"Yes, yes of course," The old man agreed. "What would you like to know?"

"You're the owner of the store, correct?" Clara asked, pulling her notepad and pencil out of her purse.

"Indeed. It's a family business." He nodded.

"And you were here when the robber entered the store?"

"Yes, there was one other employee in the back, but she stayed hidden and called the police."

"The robber was armed, right?"

"Yes, he threatened to shoot me if I didn't give him the most valuable diamonds I had."

"But the Flash intervened before anything happened?"

"Yes, well, the robber had taken quite a bit and was about to leave, but that's when the Flash showed up and stopped him."

"Fantastic. Do you happen to remember which direction the Flash ran when he left?"

"Yes, he ran west on this street."

"Thank you so much." Clara smiled sweetly, placing her pen and notepad back in her purse.

"May I ask what exactly you're investigating, miss?" The owner questioned.

"Of course. Some people in Central City don't exactly support the Flash, and they see him more as a vigilante than a hero, but I want to show that he's helping this city in ways no one else can."

"That's really wonderful." The man smiled with a relieved look on his face.

"It is. Everything the robber stole was returned in its original condition, I assume?"

"Yes, yes, the Flash even put it all back where it belonged in about well, less than a second."

"See? He's a hero. He totally could have gotten away with taking something for himself, and no one would be able to stop him. But he didn't. He doesn't want to take advantage of others, he just wants to help." Clara faked a tired yawn. "I better go, it's been a long day."

"It was nice talking to you." The old man gave her a warm smile.

"Have a goodnight," Clara waved as she walked out the door. She hit up the university that had the bomb threat that day next. She found the professor that had been interviewed for an article online and questioned him. Next, she investigated at the office building that had caught fire. The mall was next, and luckily someone working at a pretzel stand that had been there when the crazed gunman had made an appearance was still working. Finally, she went to one of the convenience stores that had been broken into, but none of the witnesses were there, so Clara left that scene empty handed. However, she still headed back to her apartment with a lot of new information. She opened her door, determined to sit down at her desk and get shit done. Instead, she let out a pitiful yelp as she saw a figure lurking in her living room.