“How long are you planning to keep it from them?”

Harry didn’t even look at you as he spoke, his chalk scratching steadily across the blackboard. The question hung in the air, measured, heavy, impossible to ignore.

“I know you’re the new vigilante everyone’s whispering about,” he continued, voice calm but edged with that familiar bite. “So why haven’t you told them yet? Barry, Cisco… they trust you. Don’t you think they deserve the truth?”