“What do you mean?”

Barry’s voice was tight, confused — almost pleading. He stared at Harry, who wouldn’t meet his eyes. The room felt heavier, the hum of the computers fading into an unbearable silence.

Harry exhaled, shoulders slumping, and walked toward the glass case that held the Flash suit.

“I stole your speed…”

He spoke the words like a confession, low and fractured. He reached into the suit compartment, unclipping the crimson lightning emblem from the chest piece.

“What the hell is that?” Cisco asked, frowning as Harry handed him a small metallic disc pulsing with faint blue energy.

Barry’s heart dropped. His voice came out barely above a whisper.

“What did you do, Harry?”

Harry looked up then — eyes tired, defeated.

“I gave it to Zoom.”

The air shattered. Joe didn’t hesitate; his fist collided with Harry’s jaw before the others could move. The scientist stumbled, blood at the corner of his mouth, as Joe dragged him across the floor and threw him into one of the meta-human cells.

“We trusted you!” Joe’s voice cracked with rage.

No one said a word after that. The door hissed shut, sealing Harry inside — and the team walked away, leaving him alone in the echo of his own betrayal.