What Brings Us Together (A Ralph Dibny/ The Flash Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: We Found DeVoe

I walked into Barry and I's lab at CCPD with a huge grin on my face.

"Barry, I have so much to tell you-" I stopped when I saw him combing through papers and pictures of some random dude. He was in investigator mode. "What's going on?" He looked up at me.

"We found DeVoe." I raised my eyebrows.

"What? How?!" 

"Harry's friends were just a bunch of copies of him from across the multiverse and they put together a psychological profile that matched...this guy." He pushed a picture across the desk. "Clifford DeVoe."

"And you're sure it's him?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it's looking like I'm the only one. The others think he's just some macaroni-loving college professor but I know he's hiding something. I can feel it." I nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I asked.

"You were with Ralph." He said, offering me a short knowing look. "We went to go get him, and what we found was a man in a wheelchair with a stereotypical house wife. But I'm not buying it. I think the wife is in on it-"

"Hey Allen," Officer Arnold said, knocking on the door frame. "Singh wants to see you."

"One second." Barry said, going back to his papers.

"I don't know, Allen. Singh's making that face again. You might wanna hurry." Barry and I looked at each other.

"What did you do now?" I asked.

"Come on." I followed him downstairs. Barry opened the door to Captain Singh's office.

"Mr. Allen." I came in behind him. "Ms. Wilson, you're not needed for this. It doesn't pertain to you." I looked over Barry's shoulder to see none other then the man in the picture he'd just shown me, with a brunette woman at his side. I nodded, squeezing Barry's arm before leaving the office and shutting the door behind me. I stood outside and watched from the window.

"Close the door please." Singh said.

"Yeah." Barry closed it, looking at me as he did so. After a moment the pair got up and left the office, passing by me. DeVoe looked at me and shot me a smirk. Not a smile, a smirk. The man looked at me like he knew exactly who I was.

"Ms. Wilson, I take it you are Mr. Allen's colleague?" He said, stopping his wheelchair in front of me. I nodded.

"Yes sir. I don't think we've been properly acquainted?"

I am Professor Clifford Devoe, and this is my wife Marlize." I shook both of their hands. "I trust Captain Singh will take care of this little mishap, but I do implore you to keep your partner in line." I nodded, and I felt a chill go down my spine. Marlize looked at me the same way that he did, with familiarity. They know who I am. They walked away and I turned back to Barry. This guy is...definitely sketchy.

~~~

Barry and I went back up to the lab, eager to talk about what we'd learned.

"Did you see him?" He asked. I nodded. "Well? What did you think?"

"It's weird...both of them, they looked at me like they...knew me. And DeVoe just kind of creepily smirked at me and told me I needed to keep you in line."

"So you think they're suspicious?" He asked. 

"Well, I'd have to get more information, but...first impressions can tell you a lot."

"Well, I definitely have plenty of that." He pulled up the map where his mother's case board once resided, revealing a new case board. "I have all this stuff on the wife, Marlize, she-"

"Anybody home?" There was a yellow flash and the board was covered up again, and Barry was at his desk, frantically flipping papers as his fiancé walked through the door. He cleared his throat, sitting down.

"Hey."

"Hi. Dad said you were having a bad day." Iris said suspiciously.

"What? No, I'm great actually. How are you doing?" Iris looked over at the bulletin board. "What?" She stalked over to it, pulling the map up to reveal the case board.

"What is this?" She asked. 

"His wife, Iris, she's helping him. No, listen! Ok, look: She's not Suzy Homemaker with her perfect Mac 'n' cheese. She is a Stepford wife. She's got two doctorates, you know? One in mechanical engineering and another in advanced robotics. That's how they work. He comes up with the plans but she executes them. She's some kind of mechanical genius."

"So you think DeVoe and his wife are supervillains."

"yes."

"Listen to yourself, Barry. "

"What?"

"DeVoe has already filed a complaint against you!"

"I know, I..."

"Look, Cisco, Harry, my dad, Caitlin, they are the best and they have found nothing on DeVoe. We are getting married in a week Barry. Please, for the sake of your job and my sanity. Please let it go." He nodded. I grabbed my phone, shooting him a text for him to read later.

You may have to let it go, but I don't. I need you to tell me everything. What did I miss?

~~~

"So wait, let me get this straight. You think that this DeVoe guy set all of this up, planned for you to come out of the Speed Force right where you did and created the bus Metas? You think he's behind all of it?" I asked. He nodded.

"I think they both are. Like I said, with her mechanical background and his mind they have all the tools to conduct this plan. There's no doubt in my mind that they're behind this." I nodded, running a hand through my hair. "But, on a different note...you were going to tell me something when you came in earlier." I opened my mouth to speak but there was a buzzing sound. "Hold that thought." Barry walked over to his phone, picking it up. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?" I asked. He looked over at the Samuroid head. I walked over to it, looking at. "That noise...it didn't come from your phone, did it?"He ripped the front of the mask off, revealing the tech inside. He then ripped off the control panel, looking deeper inside the helmet. My jaw dropped as I reached into it, pulling a camera lens out of the head. "What the..." I looked up at Barry. "Barry, don't even-" He sped off, blowing my hair and the papers off of the desk. The camera was gone from my hand. I sighed. "...think about it." I grabbed my phone, texting him.

Barry, I don't know what you're doing, but chances are it's a bad idea. Get back here, now!

I didn't get a response. I sighed.

Barry, you better know what you're doing.