Joe handed the evidence to the District Attorney, who reviewed it meticulously. With Thawne's confession corroborating Barry's claims, the DA moved swiftly. Within hours, the paperwork was processed, and Henry Allen's release was arranged.
As the news reached the Central City Police Department, a squad was dispatched to apprehend Harrison Wells, known to them now as Eobard Thawne. The officers surrounded STAR Labs, preparing for what could be a challenging arrest.
Meanwhile, Barry made his way back to the Time Vault. He opened it, letting Eobard out. Thawne moved with lightning speed, trying to pin Barry in the hall. However, Barry was faster, catching him and pinning him to the wall in an instant.
Eobard laughed, his voice filled with sinister amusement. "You're faster than I could have possibly imagined, Barry. Which means my ticket back home is assured. So, why don't you send me back home or stick around and play hero a little longer?"
Barry let go of Thawne without saying a word, his expression unreadable. He turned and started to walk away, his silence speaking volumes. Thawne's laughter echoed through the hall, growing louder and more maniacal as realization dawned on him.
"You've agreed to my proposal, haven't you, Barry?" Thawne taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.
Barry continued to walk away, not looking back. Thawne's laughter reached a fever pitch. He donned his Reverse Flash suit, his eyes glowing an intense, menacing red.
"See you, Flash," Thawne said, his voice filled with triumph. In a blur of red lightning, he sped away, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.
As Barry reached the exit of the Time Vault, Joe and Cisco met him, their faces filled with concern and confusion.
"What happened, Barry?" Joe asked, worry evident in his voice.
Barry took a deep breath, struggling to keep his emotions in check. "He's gone, Joe. I let him go."
Cisco's eyes widened in shock. "What? Why?"
Barry looked at his friends, his face a mix of determination and resignation. "Because this isn't the end. Thawne is a part of the timeline, and trying to erase him could do more harm than good. We need to be ready for whatever he throws at us next."
Joe frowned, not fully understanding what Barry meant, but he trusted him enough to let it go. "Alright, Barry," he said, pulling out his phone and calling off the CCPD officers positioned outside STAR Labs. "But you better have a plan."
Barry nodded, acknowledging Joe's trust. He then left STAR Labs, heading straight for Iron Heights to wait for his father's release.
An hour later, Henry Allen walked through the gates of Iron Heights, a free man for the first time in years. Barry was there to greet him, his face lighting up with joy as he saw his father step out.
"Barry," Henry said, his voice filled with emotion as he embraced his son. "I can't believe this is finally happening."
Barry hugged his father tightly, feeling a mix of relief and happiness. "It's real, Dad. You're free. We're going home."
They spent the drive back to their house reminiscing about the past, sharing memories of better times. Henry recounted stories of Barry's childhood, while Barry filled him in on all that had happened since his imprisonment.
"Remember that time we went camping and you tried to catch that fish with your bare hands?" Barry said, laughing.
Henry chuckled. "I remember you laughing at me the whole time. You were always such a good kid, Barry. I'm so proud of the man you've become."
Barry smiled, his heart swelling with pride. "I couldn't have done it without you, Dad. You always believed in me, even when I doubted myself."
They continued to talk, their bond growing stronger with each shared memory. As they pulled up to their house, Barry felt a sense of completeness he hadn't felt in a long time.
"Welcome home, Dad," Barry said, helping Henry out of the car.
Henry looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings. "It's good to be home, Barry. Thank you for never giving up on me."
Barry nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "We'll get through everything together, Dad. No matter what."
As they stepped inside, the warmth of their reunion filled the house. Barry knew that while the battle with Thawne was far from over, having his father back was one of the best things that happened to him.
Thawne sped through the city, his mind racing with anger and frustration. He hadn't anticipated Barry catching him so quickly, and now he had to rethink his strategy. He came to a stop in a secluded warehouse, his mind churning with thoughts of revenge and escape. He no longer had Gideon to rely on, which only added to his frustration.
"Damn that AI," Thawne muttered. "I can't believe it betrayed me."
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to think clearly. He knew he had to leverage the one thing Barry cared about more than anything else: his mother, Nora Allen. Without Gideon's help, Thawne needed to rely on his own cunning and knowledge of the timeline.
"If I can manipulate the timeline just right, I can use Nora's death as leverage," he thought. "Barry would do anything to save his mother."
Thawne began to formulate a plan. He knew he needed to lure Barry into a situation where he had no choice but to cooperate. He also had an ace up his sleeve, something that could tilt the scales in his favor.
"Barry wants to send me back to the future," Thawne muttered to himself. "I don't know if it is one of his ruse but if that's the case, I can make him an offer he would never say no to."
Weeks Later
Weeks passed, and life in Central City gradually returned to its usual rhythm. Barry resumed his duties as a CSI, tirelessly working cases by day and donning his suit as the Flash whenever he is needed During this time, he apprehended several metahumans, each encounter reinforcing his decision to protect his city. Despite the daily grind, the looming threat of Thawne lingered in the back of his mind.
One evening, after a particularly challenging day at the precinct, Barry found himself at STAR Labs. The team had gone home for the night, leaving him alone in one of the vast, open spaces of the lab. This was the perfect time to delve into the rewards he had earned from his mission in Metropolis.
He accessed the system interface that only he knew about, navigating to his inventory. Among the items listed, one stood out: the Speed Force Striker. With a thought, he selected it, and a sleek, futuristic jet materialized in front of him.
The Speed Force Striker was a marvel of engineering and design. Its exterior was a shimmering mix of red and gold, reminiscent of Barry's suit. The jet was streamlined and aerodynamic, clearly built for speed. It had a compact, yet powerful look, with sharp angles and an aggressive stance. The cockpit was enclosed in a transparent canopy, providing a full view of the surroundings.
Barry walked around the jet, taking in every detail. "This thing looks like it's straight out of a sci-fi movie," he murmured to himself.
He climbed into the cockpit, feeling a surge of energy as the jet responded to his presence. The controls were intuitive, and the displays provided real-time feedback on the jet's systems.
"It's more than just fast," Barry thought. "This jet is powered by the Speed Force. It's designed to harness and amplify my abilities."
He accessed the jet's systems, reading off the specifications. It had enhanced speed and agility, cloaking capabilities, advanced weaponry, and even a mini-lab for on-the-go analysis. It was a game-changer.
Barry activated the jet's systems, feeling a surge of power as it came to life. "Time for a test run," he said, feeling a renewed sense of purpose.
With that, the Speed Force Striker lifted off the ground smoothly, exiting the lab through one of the specially designed exits for larger equipment. Taking to the skies, Barry felt the rush of wind and the thrill of speed as he pushed the jet to its limits.
"This is incredible, I have my own Flash Jet"
A/N
Just decided to use this medium to let those who loved The Omnipotent System that I have began rewriting it and I am going to release the chapters tonight and would like you all to support me by adding it to your collection.