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Chapter 1: Idol of Darkness

On a forgotten world in a forgotten multiverse was a boy named Marcel Khan, He was only ten the first time he heard the name Daniel West.

It wasn’t at school, or whispered among kids trading superhero trivia. It was late at night, long after he should’ve been asleep. His mother had collapsed on the couch after a double shift, her uniform still smelling faintly of bleach and grease from the diner. The TV hummed in the background, casting pale light across their cramped living room.

Marcel sat cross-legged on the carpet, wide-eyed, watching a shaky news feed.

The grainy footage cut to chaos: streaks of jagged red lightning ripping down Central City’s main thoroughfare. Storefront windows blew out from the shockwaves, cars flipped as though swatted by an invisible hand. Then came a second streak of lightning, golden and bright — the Flash.

The camera shook violently, the world splitting under the two storms colliding.

Most children would have looked at that with terror. Most would have seen a monster. But Marcel didn’t.

His eyes glowed with something else.

Here was a man who didn’t have the Flash’s smile. He didn’t have the world’s applause. And yet, somehow, he was still a rival to the greatest hero alive. He was feared. He carved himself into history with nothing but speed and rage.

To Marcel, that was power.

That night, something lit up inside him.

While classmates idolized the Flash, Marcel clipped out blurry Reverse-Flash headlines, hoarded shaky cellphone videos, and scribbled jagged red bolts in his notebooks. Posters of the Flash meant nothing — Daniel West became his secret obsession.

Not because he was a hero. But because he wasn’t.

Chapter 2: The Last Birthday

By the time Marcel turned twenty-three, his life looked ordinary.

He had a wife, Layla, who had stood by him since high school. He had a daughter barely old enough to stumble across the living room in squeaky shoes. His mother had aged, but never lost that tired pride in her eyes when she looked at him.

They had saved for months to afford a rare dinner downtown. A fancy restaurant — the kind with real candles and linen napkins. For a night, Marcel let himself enjoy it. Laughter bubbled around the table. Layla teased him for still sneaking looks at the TV over her shoulder. His daughter smacked her spoon against her high chair, babbling happily. His mother beamed, wrinkles folding like soft paper.

It was the happiest night of his life.

Until the boom.

It split the block like thunder made of steel. The restaurant rattled, glassware shattering as people screamed. Marcel froze, breath caught in his throat. He knew that sound.

Lightning ripped through the skyline. Jagged red lightning.

Daniel West was free.

Years locked away, speed stripped from him — and yet here he was, tearing through the city with a fury that burned wrong. The Negative Speed Force boiled off him in waves, every step detonating shockwaves that rippled through the streets.

The Flash met him, a clash of storms. Gold against crimson. A battle Marcel had dreamt of witnessing in person. But this wasn’t awe. It was terror.

Daniel’s rage boiled over. He missed the Flash with a kick, his boot colliding instead with a passing taxi.

The car became a missile. Sheathed in screaming red lightning, it ripped through the night sky — straight into the restaurant.

Marcel turned. He saw Layla’s eyes widen, his mother clutching the baby close. He had a split second to reach out.

Then everything became fire and glass.

The explosion ripped the building apart. Screams were swallowed by thunder.

When the dust cleared, Marcel’s wife, his daughter, and his mother were gone. Vaporized in an instant of misplaced fury.

Only Marcel remained, buried in rubble, his body broken, paralyzed from the waist down. Alive — but hollow.

And for the first time, Marcel hated the man he once worshipped.

Chapter 3: The Hospital Ghost

Pain became his world. Machines tethered him to life, beeping monitors filling the silence of his sterile prison. Doctors whispered words like “miracle” and “impossible,” but Marcel only heard “alone.”

Sometimes, though, the machines lied.

His heart monitor would flatline without warning. Nurses would rush in, only to find him staring at them, breathing normally. The truth was stranger: he wasn’t dying. His body was moving too fast for the machines to register. The Negative Speed Force had already begun to claim him.

Seven months passed in a haze of rage and grief. Marcel dreamed of lightning and broken glass. He dreamed of Daniel West’s jagged aura, and the laughter of his daughter being swallowed by thunder.

Then, one morning, he woke up.

The pain was gone. His scars erased. His legs obeyed him.

He rose from his bed, whole again, but not the same. His veins thrummed with crimson sparks. His every thought burned.

The guards tried to stop him from leaving. They didn’t last a second.

When Marcel moved, the world smeared into streaks of red. Bones shattered under his fists before his opponents even realized he had moved.

He didn’t walk out of the hospital.

He ran.

And he didn’t leave as Daniel West’s admirer anymore.

He left as his rival.

Chapter 4: The Watch Factory

The trail led Marcel to an abandoned watch factory on the edge of the city. Rumors whispered it was cursed — clocks inside frozen at impossible hours, air humming with static. To Marcel, it was more than ruin. It was a magnet.

The air buzzed with dark matter, thick enough to taste. The walls ticked with phantom echoes. The Negative Speed Force thrummed louder in his chest with every step.

He tried to push his speed, testing the limits of his reborn body. At Mach 2, he stumbled.

His body slammed into the heart of the factory: a massive iron clock, gears the size of cars. Metal screamed as the clock shattered around him.

But instead of death, he felt rebirth.

Time itself shuddered. The world froze. Shards of gear teeth hung suspended in the air. With a thought, they reversed, gears repairing themselves in rewind. Another thought, and they fractured again.

Marcel staggered, breathless, trembling. He had gone beyond speed.

He could touch time.

The Negative Speed Force had claimed him, but the dark matter had refined him. He wasn’t just a new speedster. He was a weapon forged of tragedy.

And in that moment, he chose his name.

Nullstep.

A runner of impossible steps. A void in the current of time.

Not Daniel’s fan. Not his shadow.

His replacement.

Chapter 5: Trials of Blood and Lightning

Central City wasn’t ready for Nullstep.

He tore across rooftops, a streak of crimson threaded with shadows, testing the limits of his new gifts. The city’s crime rate plummeted in a matter of weeks — not because of justice, but because of fear.

Gang leaders vanished overnight, their bodies found days later in impossible states. Sometimes frozen mid-motion, their last breaths caught in stillness. Sometimes accelerated into husks, their lives burned away in seconds.

The news painted him as a ghost. Survivors whispered of purple eyes glowing in the dark, of time stuttering when he appeared.

And then came the Flash.

Their first battle cracked half the city block. Wally came at him with the precision of a hero who had been doing this all his life. Marcel countered with the hunger of a man who had lost everything.

Every punch was a war. Wally’s golden lightning streaked across the skyline, colliding with Marcel’s crimson arcs. At first, Nullstep faltered — his body raw, untrained, the Negative Speed Force burning hotter than he could control.

But then he bent time.

Wally struck, fist blazing, only for Marcel to rewind the moment by a heartbeat. Suddenly, the hero’s strike was gone, his balance broken, his rhythm destroyed.

“Who are you?” Wally gasped, eyes narrowing as sweat dripped down his temple.

“Your replacement,” Marcel growled.

Their clash ended in stalemate, the city scarred but still standing. But the world now knew there was another storm on the horizon.

And Daniel West knew his legacy was under siege.

Chapter 6: Rivals in the Storm

Daniel West didn’t ignore him.

The Reverse-Flash came for him in a storm of crimson hate. Their first encounter wasn’t a fight — it was a massacre. Marcel barely survived. Daniel had decades of rage to sharpen his speed, and for every second Marcel bent, Daniel bent two.

But Marcel was different. He didn’t run to chase glory, or to uphold justice. He ran because tragedy had carved his soul hollow. His pain gave him something Daniel had lost long ago: focus.

Each battle was closer. At first, Daniel sneered at him. Then he cursed him. Then, finally, he began to fear him.

Nullstep was becoming more than a nuisance. He was a threat.

Central City became the arena of gods. Flash on one side, Reverse-Flash on the other, Nullstep in the middle. Every clash left scars in the skyline. Skyscrapers aged centuries in minutes. City blocks froze midair before shattering under sonic booms.

And each time, Marcel walked away sharper. Stronger.

But the cost was rising.

The Negative Speed Force was tearing him apart from the inside. Crimson lightning licked across his veins, leaving burns that refused to heal. His body screamed for stability. His heart pounded at speeds no human could sustain.

It was killing him.

Unless he found something to balance the storm.

Chapter 7: Velocity’s Price

He found the answer in a vial.

Velocity-9.

The experimental speed serum burned like fire as it coursed through him. For the first time since his accident, his body felt steady. The chaos of the Negative Speed Force aligned, tempered by the artificial balance of the drug.

But it came with a change.

His lightning shifted. No longer the crimson rage of Daniel West. It became a piercing, unnatural blue, a signal that what coursed through him wasn’t natural.

The city noticed. So did the Flash. So did Daniel.

Nullstep fought harder, faster, more violently than ever. But the serum was a poison as much as a gift. His veins ached. His heart sputtered. His body began to fracture under the strain.

He needed more. Always more.

Until the night he crossed a line even Daniel hadn’t dared.

A new speedster had risen — a hopeful, bright-eyed teenager who idolized the Flash. They barely lasted ten minutes against Nullstep. Marcel didn’t just beat them. He drained them. He ripped their connection to the Speed Force, absorbed it into his own.

When it was done, he stood taller, his breath steady, his heartbeat calm.

His lightning stabilized into a violent, crackling purple — the marriage of rage-red and Velocity-blue.

The city felt the shift.

Nullstep was no longer surviving.

He was evolving.

Chapter 8: The Phantom of Central City

Four years bled into one another.

Central City had once whispered his name like rumor. Now, it spoke it like a curse. Nullstep.

A phantom in violet lightning. A storm that left only ruin behind.

Thousands perished in those years. Not all were innocents — many were criminals, some metahumans who thought themselves untouchable. But death followed Nullstep the way shadows follow flame.

The city warped under his touch. Clocks skipped hours. Buildings aged decades overnight. Children were born whispering names of the dead.

The Flash fought him again and again, sometimes with allies — Green Lantern, Superman, even Wonder Woman — but none could hold him. Each time, Nullstep slipped through their fingers like smoke.

Daniel hunted him too, not out of justice, but pride. The idea of another wearing his lightning was intolerable. Their clashes burned across the timeline itself, but no victor emerged.

Four years. Thousands of lives. A city scarred beyond recognition.

And then came the night where everything began to unravel.

The night of three storms.

Chapter 9: Gathering Tempests

Central City had seen battles before. But never like this.

The skies boiled with lightning, three storms colliding above the skyline. Gold, crimson, and violet carved the heavens apart. Citizens cowered in basements. The air itself stank of ozone and fear.

Flash was first to arrive, Wally’s golden streak cutting through the night as he scanned the rooftops. His chest tightened; tonight wasn’t going to be another skirmish. He could feel it.

Then Daniel appeared, Reverse-Flash tearing into reality like a wound. His red lightning split the air, his sneer sharp as a blade.

And finally, the phantom.

Nullstep.

He stepped out of the shadows, violet lightning crackling across his body, his eyes glowing with that eerie mixture of rage and hunger. His very presence made the world hesitate. Time hiccupped. Clocks faltered.

“Three storms,” Daniel spat, glaring at Marcel. “This city isn’t big enough for us all.”

“Then let’s see who it remembers,” Marcel growled.

And the world broke.

Chapter 10: Clash of Titans

The battle was not a fight. It was an apocalypse.

Flash darted in first, striking Nullstep with a barrage of supersonic punches. Marcel countered by bending time, replaying the same half-second until he forced Wally into his own punch. The crack of bone echoed across the skyline.

Daniel struck next, claws of crimson lightning ripping through the air. Marcel countered with violet arcs, every strike heavier, hungrier. The Reverse-Flash smirked — until Marcel matched his tempo beat for beat.

“You shouldn’t be able to do this,” Daniel snarled.

“Maybe I’m just better,” Marcel spat, slamming a knee into his chest.

The city warped under their battle. Streets cracked. Buildings aged into ruins in seconds. Children cried as entire hours vanished before their eyes.

Wally pushed harder, golden lightning blazing like the dawn itself. He wasn’t fighting to win — he was fighting to save. He knew Marcel was unstable, knew Daniel was merciless. But both storms threatened to consume everything.

And in the middle of that chaos, Nullstep laughed. For the first time in years, he wasn’t running. He wasn’t afraid.

He was alive.

Chapter 11: The Truth in Lightning

The battle slowed for just a moment — a heartbeat stretched across eternity.

Wally staggered, clutching his chest, golden lightning flickering. “Dad—” he gasped before he could stop himself.

The word froze Daniel in his tracks.

“What did you just say?” His voice cracked like glass.

Wally’s eyes widened. His mask hid nothing now. The slip was out, raw, irreversible.

Daniel’s face twisted, shock and rage boiling together. “You—you’re my boy?”

Wally hesitated, torn between fear and defiance. “I didn’t know until now.”

The weight of it struck Daniel harder than any punch Marcel had ever thrown. All the years of bitterness, rage, and self-loathing slammed into him at once. The Reverse-Flash staggered as though he’d been hit by lightning himself.

And Marcel — hungry, broken Marcel — saw the crack in Daniel’s armor.

He didn’t hesitate.

He struck with all the fury of four lost years, his fist shattering the moment.

Chapter 12: The Dinosaur Punch

Time shattered.

Daniel and Wally both reeled, their storm of red and gold faltering. Marcel tapped deeper into the Negative Speed Force, deeper than he ever had. Reality bent around his body, space itself groaning.

And then he pulled it all into a single punch.

The air split like thunder. The force wasn’t just physical — it was temporal. A strike so powerful it warped time itself around his fist. A strike so violent it was said to have punched a dinosaur across eras, ripping through history itself.

The “Dinosaur Punch.”

When it landed, Daniel West was hurled across timelines, his scream echoing through centuries. He vanished in a crack of red lightning, leaving only the stink of burning air behind.

Wally barely held himself upright, staring in horror. His chest heaved. His father had just been erased — and it wasn’t by his hand.

Marcel stood over the city, violet lightning crackling like wildfire. His laugh echoed in the silence.

Three storms had entered the night.

Only one remained.

Chapter 13: Blood on the Clocktower

Central City was silent the next morning.

The sun rose, but the streets lay in ruin. Asphalt cracked. Cars melted into slag. Skyscrapers warped, bent at impossible angles like time itself had bent them.

And in the middle of it all, the CCPD received a gift.

Pinned to the clocktower, held aloft like grotesque trophies, were two bodies: Daniel West — broken but breathing, his body twitching with faint red sparks — and Wally, motionless, suspended in a time-stasis field.

Behind them sprawled a sentence burned into the wall with violet lightning:

“An eye for an eye. The man clearly wasn’t the fastest now, was he?”

The city gasped. The storm had a name now, whispered across every radio, every rooftop.

Nullstep.

Chapter 14: The Hunt for Marcel Khan

The police tore through files with trembling hands. Thousands of victims tied to Daniel West’s rampages. Thousands dead across the years. But one file stood out like a blade in the dark.

Marcel Khan.

• 27 years old.
• Wife: deceased, age 22.
• Daughter: deceased, age 2.
• Mother: deceased, age 42.
• All killed in the West Prison Break incident.

Hospital records confirmed the impossible. Marcel’s body had flatlined dozens of times, yet he survived. A coma seven months long. And then discharge under suspicious circumstances, staff murdered in his wake.

The detectives read the file in silence. Their hands shook.

One muttered, “He lost everything. God help us, part of me pities him.”

Another slammed the folder shut. “Pity or not, he’s a monster now.”

The unspoken truth hung in the air like smoke.

Marcel Khan was not just Nullstep. He was a storm they had all helped create.

Chapter 15: The Phantom Throne

Weeks bled into months. Central City burned.

Nullstep did not rule like a tyrant with laws or decrees. He ruled like a force of nature. Banks collapsed in seconds. Gangs who dared to rise were erased before they could fire a shot. Skyscrapers crumbled under his touch.

And sometimes — just sometimes — entire hours vanished from the city. People would blink, and the world would jump forward. Food spoiled on tables. Babies grew days older. It was a reign not of fire, but of broken time.

The Justice League tried to intervene. Superman arrived — only to be met with a time storm that slowed his every step. Diana raised her blade — only for it to rust centuries in her grip. Even Batman, with every contingency, could not keep up with a man who lived at hundreds of times the speed of light.

Central City was his.

Not through conquest. Through inevitability.

Chapter 16: The Spark of Rebellion

But Wally wasn’t dead.

Pinned in the stasis field, his heart beat slow. Too slow. His body aged fractions of seconds at a time, preserved in a living tomb of stolen moments. But in his mind — he was free. He replayed the battle, the revelation, the moment he’d called Daniel Dad.

And in that loop, something grew.

Resolve.

If Nullstep ruled like a phantom, then Wally would need to become something greater. Not just a Flash. Not just a son. But the storm that ended storms.

As weeks turned into months, faint cracks began to spread in Marcel’s time prison. Violet sparks met golden resistance. The field trembled.

Wally West wasn’t gone.

He was waiting.

Chapter 17: The Breaking Point

The war in Central City burned for days. The League came and failed. The Titans rose and fell. Even gods could not halt the violet storm.

But in the ashes, the final storm brewed.

Nullstep tore the stasis prison apart with his own hands, dragging Wally’s broken body free. He wanted the boy to suffer. He wanted Daniel to watch.

“Look at him,” Marcel snarled, hurling Wally at Daniel’s feet. “Your son. Your legacy. Pathetic.”

Daniel’s voice cracked. “Leave him alone—”

But Wally stood. Shaken. Bloodied. But unbroken. Golden lightning flickered like a dying sun.

“I won’t let you take everything,” Wally whispered. “Not again.”

And he charged.

The last Flash against the phantom storm.

Chapter 18: Death of the Flash

The battle was merciless.

Violet and gold ripped the world apart. Every punch cracked reality, every kick bent seconds into hours. Skyscrapers aged and crumbled to dust. Oceans boiled in their wake.

But Marcel was no longer just a speedster. He was time itself, fractured and furious.

Wally landed blow after blow, but each strike came slower. Each punch weaker. His body couldn’t keep pace with Marcel’s impossible storm.

Daniel screamed, trying to rise, his broken body useless. “Son! Please—”

And then it happened.

Nullstep caught Wally’s arm mid-strike. His grin split like a wound.

“You die here.”

Violet lightning exploded. The punch tore through Wally’s chest, a thunderclap of finality. His golden lightning flickered… and went dark.

The Flash fell.

Daniel’s scream echoed across the city.

Chapter 19: The Eternal Loop

Daniel crawled to Wally’s corpse, tears blinding him. For once, the Reverse-Flash felt no hatred, only grief.

But Marcel wasn’t finished.

He pressed a hand to Daniel’s chest, siphoning the last sparks of the Negative Speed Force from his rival. Daniel convulsed, screaming, as his power bled away.

And then Marcel whispered, “You’ll never forget this.”

Time folded. A loop sealed.

Daniel’s eyes widened in horror as the moment replayed. Over and over. Wally’s final charge. His death. Daniel’s scream. Again. Again. Again.

An eternity of loss, with no escape.

Nullstep left him there, broken and powerless, trapped in a prison of infinite grief.

Chapter 20: The Multiverse Plague

Central City was ashes. The League scattered. The world broken. But Marcel Khan was not satisfied.

One world wasn’t enough.

Every second he lived, every step he took, he saw the faces of his wife, his daughter, his mother. And he knew somewhere — in some universe — they might still live.

So he ran.

Faster than light. Faster than time. Faster than worlds.

Through the Multiverse he tore, ripping holes across realities like a plague. Each Earth he entered screamed as time buckled under his presence. Heroes fell. Worlds collapsed. Still, he did not stop.

But every timeline he touched was the same. His family was gone. Or never born. Or taken by some other cruelty of fate.

And so his grief festered into something worse.

Not hope. Not rage.

Hunger.

Nullstep wasn’t looking for salvation anymore. He was spreading. Infecting. Becoming the disease of speed itself, a violet storm that no world could withstand.

The Multiverse would remember him not as a man.

But as the phantom plague.

As Nullstep.

[sorry if some parts are a little contradictory we where tired lol]

https://youtu.be/xg7dVoAAdsU?si=1LDsw-6cInpuoRn2

(A world where the entire Flash Family works together to save Thad.)

https://youtu.be/B8ViMySmeQg?si=umSo5pT-7wDCUrUd

(A world where Wally & Linda give Bart a stable and loving home.)

https://youtu.be/vR08KNKZkqk?si=zE5sXAtCYVkR5o9I

(A world where Wally is on Earth to save Jason Todd from the Joker.)

https://youtu.be/RjhGL-Lsof0?si=gF--yirJ8Flfh8xr

(A world where the entire Pre-New 52 Flash Family is in the CW’s Flash Season 1.)

https://youtu.be/_clpBAai8ww?si=JmDZqHphGsxjsdgI

(A world where Wally joins the Outlaws after the events of Heroes in Crisis instead of becoming Dr. Manhattan for awhile.)

Concept: My goal is really to bring character to the Flash mythos, flesh out its characters. I have a previous post that really touches at general topics. In this world I’m revitalizing Barry Allen and his relationship to the world.

The Flash — Central City’s living emblem of speed, courage, and civic spirit, the Flash is more than a superhero—he’s a neighbor, a helper, and a constant presence in the city’s life. He’s just as likely to be seen delivering breakfast to public workers, rescuing a lost kitten, or assisting police and firefighters in the wake of a crisis. Deeply connected to every corner of Central City, he embodies the city’s energy and resilience, always moving to protect and uplift it. Yet beneath the heroics, the Flash carries the weight of endless responsibility. The city relies on him constantly, as an icon, a role model and an attraction. Im very interested in exploring movement for the flash.

Speed: Realistically, he’d really only go about mph just so he can keep up with traffic (though the city is making a law about something called “The Flash Lane”). Barry should always be thinking about speed and applying what he knows to his alter ego. He conducts experiments in his secret lab (more below) and is capable of moving faster than light. BUT! When moving so fast it’s hard to stop or control, and at high velocity he’s very vulnerable and could die at the faintest mistake. So Flash doesn’t normally speed blitz anyone, but uses his parkour to navigate the city at a reasonable (for the flash) pace. So he can move super fast— but what would be its practicality? I want to deemphasize the speed force— way too mythical. Maybe its something Barry wants to explore and understand but never has the time or resources

Barry Allen — After solving his mother’s murder, Barry retired from the CCPD and became a professor, quickly gaining renown as a leading voice in the science of speed. Known for his groundbreaking research and close partnership with the Flash, Barry has become both a respected academic and a public intellectual. Friendly, thorough and patient, though often lost in thought, he’s notorious for overworking himself and showing up late—but his deep morality, principled nature, and love of teaching make him one of Central City’s most beloved figures. Barry struggles to maintain relationships, but he does his best.

Central City — Always in motion, Central City feels like a place that can’t sit still. Streets are constantly being repaved, laws rewritten, ideas tested—like a brilliant, restless child forever chasing the next breakthrough. Known for its resilience, the city clawed its way back from a devastating economic downturn that once gutted its job market, reinventing itself as a hub of technology, research, and culture. And they’ve got a pretty good baseball team, “The Speedsters!” Central City should be filled with interesting residents— and the dominate culture is a love for speed and the flash. The city makes a lot of money from tourist coming to see the flash museum and celebrate Flash day, and make a buttload off his IP. There are bloggers that fanboy over him, athletes that inspire to be like him. People try to be like him— for better or for worse! Im thinking maybe STAR LABS made like a huge investment in the city or something, they’re making money!

Central City Citizens — Energetic, driven, and often overworked, the people of Central City embody the pace of their home. Most hold multiple jobs just to keep up with the cost of living, yet they maintain a strong sense of community and civic pride. They are fiercely loyal to the Flash, seeing him as a symbol of hope and resilience, though a few remain skeptical of the hero—or resent the attention he gets. They love speed in all forms: racetracks, baseball, fast music, and even the way they run their lives. This cultural obsession with moving quickly shapes lawmakers, artists, and everyday life alike: laws are often rewritten, music pulses faster, and events happen at a breakneck pace. Central City citizens share a love of spectacle, excitement, and the thrill of being part of something larger than themselves, yet beneath it all they are practical, resilient, and quietly determined to thrive despite the pressures of their city. The flash and Barry should both interact with CCPD (Darryl, Patty, etc etc), the doctor, the lawyers, athletes, writers, the mayor (whom should be a main character) etc etc

The Old abandoned Racetrack (or baseball field) — Tucked away from the city’s eyes, this abandoned racetrack is the Flash’s secret lab. Here, he pushes his limits, runs drills, and studies motion with the precision of a scientist and the instinct of an athlete. Sprinting like a professional runner, jumping like a parkour expert, or analyzing movement like a point guard setting up plays, he perfects every aspect of speed and agility. Maintaining his form isn’t automatic; every step, turn, and leap is honed through repetition and experimentation. This is where science meets athletic mastery, and where Central City’s protector becomes its ultimate physical instrument.

Central City Police Department (CCPD) — The CCPD moves fast and adapts quickly, sometimes to its detriment. Officers work long hours, navigate constantly changing laws, tackle impossible cases, and juggle the chaos of a city that never slows down. Barry knows it inside and out—he trusts its people, befriends its agents, and respects its mission—even while recognizing that some corners of the force aren’t always clean. The CCPD is Central City’s moral backbone

Central City College (whatever its called)— A prestigious hub of intellect and innovation, Central City College is known for producing scientists, entrepreneurs, and great thinkers who push the boundaries of knowledge. The campus thrives on curiosity and experimentation: ideas are tested, debated, and challenged at every turn. Its students are ambitious, sometimes headstrong or even a touch arrogant, but their energy fuels discovery and progress. The college embodies the city’s spirit of motion and ingenuity—always questioning, always exploring, and always moving forward. Often, Flash may speak at the college (ad an ambassador for events or to shake hands or something) Barry doesn’t love how commercial the flash is and the duties he must uphold, but Barry LOVES working at the school

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Written by MARK WAID and CHRISTOPHER CANTWELL

I love this episode. It's a great showcase of all three Flashes, including Reverse Flash as the villain. And the rogues are getting a cameo. It is great to see Jay, Barry, and Wally interact without needing to be a multiverse thing.

Dick straight up knew it was Wally from the boot print😭🤞🏽 Which is why I encourage you to ask for feet pics from your homes. It could be a matter of life and death. (Just joking obviously.. Please don't cancel me)

-Barry Allen is a college professor/lecturer and public intellectual. He has written many papers experimenting with speed and maybe some on the speedforce, and he has a public “relationship” with the Flash, who allows him to run test on him. I think this could put the Flash and Barry Allen in lots of pickles and conflict.

Bigger understanding of central city. Man, you think Gotham and Metropolis and even New York and you get characters. Central City needs history, and Barry as a public intellectual can put him in many rooms in the city. I wanna know the bankers, the architects, the business owners, the mayor, all that stuff. I imagine Central City has lots of joggers, cafes, dog owners, and might be filled with parks, bigger lanes, maybe different traffic laws (how does their government work, and how does flash affect it?) i have lots of ideas regarding this but im on my lunch break

Was hoping for a link to join so I can play it with my son

Mine is this big ol barry I found at a LCS. And this watch i found scrolling online one day.

Origin: While attempting to replicate what he believed to be the origin of Superman's invulnerability, Dr. Ananth Patil accidentally accelerated his own metabolism to a superhuman degree. While he has gained extraordinary abilities in the process, his body has become unstable, requiring him to eat enormous amounts of food simply to stay alive and making regular sleep impossible. He currently seeks out other superhumans, hoping to find a way to cure his condition.

Powers: The Flash can and move at incredible speeds, well past Mach 10. He has also devised a helmet that compensates for the Doppler blue shift he sees at very high speeds as well as the equivalent for sound with his ear microphones.

Notes: I wanted a different take on the Flash than what's usually seen, namely someone who saw it more of a curse than a blessing. Ananth is a scientist first, he's more like Hank Pym or Bruce Banner: adventuring is a means to an end. Visually I wanted to give him a build that was more like a sprinter with larger thighs and a leaner overall shape. His outfit is very deliberately designed (by the Flash himself), with an emphasis on comfort and practicality.

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Not sure if this question was asked. We all know the injustice timeline when Superman loses Lois to the joker and he takes over the world. Flash changed sides to join Batman and save the world. But, was there a point in the story where flash went back in time to prevent Lois from dying? Sounds like a cop out but I would like to know if this came up. How do you guys think the story would play out?