Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox

Stop!

You're supposed to stop for people who need help.

Uh-uh, not so fast, Barry Allen. Forget about them.

You can't change other people. Just a waste of energy.

- But... - Barry...

...when I was a little girl, Grandma taught me a prayer:

Accept the things you cannot change.

Have the courage to change the things you can...

...and have the wisdom to know the difference.

I don't totally get that.

Heh, you will.

Now, all we need is a phone.

There's a gas station.

- Race you. - Barry!

Mom.

And we may never know exactly what happened...

...a break-in gone wrong, a disturbed mind.

But we do know that this was a crime and a tragedy.

And as we commit Nora to the care of our Lord...

...we know her son, Barry, will need all our prayers and help to see him...

...through this terrible loss.

Happy birthday, Mom. I'm so sorry.

- I should've been there. - What?

If I just ran a little faster, I'd have been there.

Barry, you were just a boy. There was nothing you could've done.

We don't know that.

If I'd been there, maybe I could've stopped it.

I could've saved her.

Come on, stop doing this to yourself.

What was that saying your mother had?

About accepting the things you can't change?

Well, this is something I can change.

A break-in at the Flash Museum.

- See you later? - You better.

Well, Flash.

Once again, it looks like you're the bottom and I'm the top.

Ha!

Huh?

Mirror Master and Heat Wave.

Going to a lot of trouble to steal my old junk, aren't you?

Exhibit's closed, Top.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Captains Boomerang and Cold.

The gang's all here.

And I thought you forgot about us as soon as you sent us off to prison.

So this little reunion is about revenge?

Not really. Offing you is just a bonus part of the job.

Job? Who hired you?

No offense, heh, none of you clowns are smart enough to pull this off.

You're quite right, of course, Flash.

I knew using these morons would put you off your guard.

- Hey. - They're motivated by greed.

They lack the commitment, the absolute focus...

- To kill me. - Erase you.

I'm gonna bring this shrine to your ego down on your head.

Along with 10 square blocks of Central City and everyone around.

What? What are you talking about? We didn't bring any bombs.

Oh, but I did.

- What is this? - Something I attached to your belts...

...as I made my entrance.

I wouldn't unbuckle if I were you. You'll just set them off.

It's me you want, Thawne.

You don't have to kill thousands of innocents to bring me down.

No. No, I don't.

But I choose to, knowing it will make your last moments pure agony.

Good bye.

You can't escape, Flash.

The adhesive will never completely liquefy, regardless of speed.

I'm counting on that. Unh.

Now you got not choice, Thawne.

Disarm the bombs or you blow up with us.

Very well.

If it means shattering your golden throne in history...

...linking your name forever to this city's darkest hour...

...then my life is a small price to pay.

I agree.

Your lives aren't worth much.

But Flash's life is.

- You called them. - You've got your posse, I've got mine.

Clearly, you should never do this stuff without me.

You end up with crap all over yourself.

Focus, GL. Bombs. Batman?

It's future tech.

Difficult to disarm without setting them off, even for me.

I could try to vaporize the bombs.

Yes, but you'd be vaporizing the Rogues as well.

Diana's right. What's plan B?

How do we shut off these charges?

You can't. We'll all be dead, shortly.

The truth hurts, doesn't it?

We're out of options.

Each of you take one of the Rogues as far from Central City as you can.

We'll attempt to disarm the devices once sufficiently isolated.

I'm not going to just leave you here.

Lantern, we're running out of time.

Hal, go.

Huh?

- I'd suck it in if I were you. - Uh?

- Aren't you gonna do something? - I am.

I've got a million microbes eating the bomb's wiring.

Waiting is the worst part.

You may have minimized the destruction...

...but the final bomb will still turn this monument to your ego...

...into your own tomb.

What are you doing? You can't escape.

You can't reach the bomb to disarm it. You're going to die.

You may have my powers, Thawne...

...but you have almost zero imagination about using them.

Looks like 25th-century technology is pretty delicate.

I've notified S.T.A.R. Labs to ready a cozy little cell for you, professor.

I understand the food's not great there, Zoom.

Enjoy your petty little victories, Flash.

But no matter how fast you run, you can't save everyone.

Not the ones that matter to you.

Best to keep your mouth shut if you don't want bugs in your teeth.

Thawne's a classic sociopath.

They have a knack for knowing just what will get under your skin.

Yeah. They do.

You Okay?

Don't worry about me, Bats. I'm fine.

Nothing I can't run off.

Hmm?

Look who's just joined the land of the living.

I don't mean to interrupt your beauty sleep, Lord knows you need it...

...but the Elongated Kid murderer isn't gonna catch himself.

- Elongated Man was murdered? - Elongated Kid.

What?

Director Singh wants us pulling all-nighters until we close this case.

Hey, what's going on?

We interrupt our programming to bring breaking news.

We're live outside the Cold Museum.

Citizen Cold is battling Captain Boomerang.

Reportedly, the confrontation began inside the museum moments ago.

Cold is on the loose already?

Do we really have to learn this stuff on TV?

Doesn't anyone call the cops anymore?

Looks like a power struggle in the Rogues.

- Who are the Rogues? - The Rogues.

Flash's worst enemies?

Bent on Flash's destruction so they can take over Central City?

Okay, we'll continue this hilarious leg-pulling later.

After the Flash has taken care of Citizen Cold.

Huh?

Oh.

Barry, are you all right?

Mom?

Mom.

Oh, that was a nasty spill, even for you.

Let me see your head.

I'm fine. Mom.

It's you. You're here.

Heh, well, of course I'm here.

You promised me you'd take me to dinner on my birthday.

It's my birthday. The end of the world can't stop that.

You forgot. Heh, it's okay, Barry.

It's easy for a busy young man to forget his old mom.

Huh? Oh.

I could never forget you.

Oh, heh. Oh, my.

Barry, what's gotten into you? Are you all right?

People have been acting so strangely with this terrible war hanging over their heads.

War? What? No, Mom, I'm fine.

But everything else has changed, and I have to find out why.

It probably has something to do with me being...

- Gay? - What? No.

It's okay. I love you no matter what.

Mom, it's not that. It's something else.

Brace yourself for a shock.

- I'm the Flash. - Oh.

What's the Flash?

You know, the Flash. Fastest man alive?

Fights crime? Very famous superhero?

A superhero? Heh, you mean like Batman?

Hyah.

Where's the Joker? Unh.

Where, Yo-Yo?

Tell me where the Joker's funhouse is this time.

While you can still talk.

Oh, it's on the tip of my tongue. Ow.

Let me help you get it off.

Judge Dent was kidnapped last night. Where did the Joker take him?

Even if I did know, it wouldn't do you any good, Bats.

- He's probably already dead. - Then so are you.

Cyborg? I surrender.

To you.

Smart.

- Batman. - You should have let her hit the pavement.

- You shouldn't have thrown her. - She slipped.

- Aren't you wondering how I found you? - Thermal vision.

Cybernetic hearing.

And total access to every camera on the grid.

Must be a nice perk for being in the president's back pocket.

I've told you it's not like that.

As national security advisor, I can help more people.

Like that murdering psychopath?

Maybe you should go help people in some other town.

We're trying to help all the people...

...while there's still a world left. We need you.

"We"?

Hologram party. Ingenious.