INT. CENTRAL CITY – JEWELRY STORE – NIGHT

The broken glass glitters under the flickering fluorescent lights. The Flash (BARRY ALLEN) skids to a halt in a blur of red and gold, surveying the aftermath. The robbers lie unconscious, zip-tied and groaning, scattered across the showroom floor.

BARRY ALLEN (over comms): I’m at the scene, but… someone beat me to it. All the bad guys are down. Clean work, too.

He crouches by one of the robbers, inspecting the bindings.

BARRY: Whoever did this used reinforced cable ties—industrial grade. And it wasn’t just brute force. These guys were taken down strategically.

CISCO RAMON (over comms): Wait—what? You’re saying someone Flash’d harder than The Flash?

CAITLIN SNOW (over comms): No vitals compromised. All assailants are alive, just… stunned. Blunt trauma, possibly electrical burns on one of them.

BARRY: Can you patch me into the security feed? I want to see who pulled the Batman routine in my city.

INT. S.T.A.R. LABS – MAIN ROOM – NIGHT

Harrison Wells types rapidly at the console, bringing up a split-screen of grainy security footage. The time stamp shows the event happened less than three minutes before Barry arrived.