Sometimes it seems that Barry, like the last in a flock of sheep, must always be on patrol while others sit at the table with a pile of papers and smart faces.

It would be a good idea to eat pizza today, peacefully munching it at one of the counters, until the voice sensor in his ear heard the familiar commanding tone of Bruce, who said that some villain was having fun. Barry grumbled as he munched on his pizza. Why bother him at such a good time? Damn job. He ran there as fast as he could.

Arriving at his destination, Barry froze, noticing yet another new villain, walking freely down the street with drops of blood on his shoes. "Where did you even come from!? And what kind of clothes are these...

— "Well, even the cat woman is dressed more decently."

Barry shouted sarcastically, coming just a little closer to understand where the danger was coming from. How could someone dressed so revealingly pose a threat when you could just poke them with a knife, for example, and they will die?! What's going on in this city...