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New arrival
It's not the first time Iris has plowed through an open door leaving the usual streak of red and yellow lightning in her wake. She curses. So much for keeping up with her father. Then it occurs to her that she really ought to work on skidding to a halt.
She manages to slow down enough that the wall stops her. Ow. Good job, Kid Flash. Way to impress the locals.
Iris rubs her nose before she looks over her shoulder. Huh. Where is she now?
She manages to slow down enough that the wall stops her. Ow. Good job, Kid Flash. Way to impress the locals.
Iris rubs her nose before she looks over her shoulder. Huh. Where is she now?
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Well, it has. He stands there, just looking at yet another Kid Flash, this one a girl.
Good think he's in costume today.
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Don't be rude, she tells herself as she zips on over and extends her hand.
"Hello, I'm Iris West."
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"I'm Barry Allen. I think we're related by marriage." Let's see if that works.
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"Is this a Planet Krypton or no?"
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"This is Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe. And you don't have any idea what I'm talking about, do you? Let's go to the window."
And he zips over to the window with the cosmic view.
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She shakes her head then quickly follows him to the window and nearly falls over.
"Hoo. That's..." Something all right.
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"And I'm afraid I've never heard of a restaurant named for Krypton. It must be a little after my time. As I suspect you are, Iris." He holds his tongue on whether Clark takes offense at a restaurant named for his lost homeworld.
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"You're a very lucky man. They're horrible. All the waiters dress up like you and Aquaman and Superman and Robin. And they sing when it's your birthday and bring you G'nort burgers and Guy Gardner fries."
Iris shudders. Barry dragged her there once for her birthday when she was eleven. She decides not to tell this man about his namesake. Or the Barry Allen shake.
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"So, juding by your hair, you must be Wally's daughter." He hopes she answers his questions without him asking.
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He blinks. To nobody in particular, he mutters, "Another one. All we need now is a cameo appearance from Jay ..."
Still, he can't help but smile.
"Hello," he says to the new Speedster. "Welcome to Milliways."
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"You know, I am not the right person to answer that. Just know that this is a Bar and yes, it is real. The place you just came from is still there, but this place is nowhere near it. How you got here is anyone's guess. Who you'll meet is entirely random. But you're pretty safe here, so feel free to look around and talk to people. Most are polite.
"My name is Hal. I'm a Green Lantern. And you're some manner of Flash, right?"
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"H-hal Jordan?" Okay. She needs to sit down. That's more shocking than the end of time. She was hoping this was just some strange fan who liked St. Patrick's Day a whee bit too much.
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Hal is still getting used to unexpected fame.
"I'm Hal Jordan. I take it you know me. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
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"Theme restuarants aside, where I come from, you're like a God."
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This can't be good.
"Maybe this is the part of the story where you tell me where you're from."
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She sighs.
"My part of the story is complicated but really I'm just Kid Flash. I fought but...I'm not a key player by any means."
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"Hi welcome to Milliways, you're another speedster right, I'm Kid Flash, well, thats my working name, my real name is Bart Allen, this place is okay to have your gaurd dropped cause all the speedsters are here and have been known in other universes by thier real names.... Hi!"
And he offers his hand.
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"I'm Iris. Where is this place located? I was running through Paris five seconds ago."
This place doesn't seem at all like a Parisian cafe.
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Thad scratches his head.
"It's the end of time. Literally."
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"Mega-apocalyptic." Also vaguely necrotic. End of time? She scratches her head. "How did I stumble upon this place?"
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"Your Wallys daughter? Holy .... Oooh boy. This is gonna be trouble..."
Thad gestures up at the window.
"I have some theories about how our speed force interacts with timeon particles, but nothing definite right now. So far the best answer people give me is magic."
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"Trouble?" Her father didn't cause trouble. He just looked down his nose at everyone, including his own children like some God on Mt. Olympus. "Why trouble?"
Iris stares for five seconds. "...Intense."
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Bart waits for a moment.
"At the age of about 14."
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