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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?

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"Maybe. But most people know it when they're dead. I knew it. More likely, the bar has just grabbed you.

"It seems to like speedsters. There are at least two others here." But how to tell her who?

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"The question is why then. Did the bar know something was going to happen and saved me from it? But then again why would it do something like that? I'm not very important."

Perks up slightly. "Oh?"

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"The bar has its own logic. There are plenty of people here who are nothing special. Or a lot odder than us. I think there's here for a reason, though I can't they you what for more than a few.

"Or maybe my friend Eska is right and the gods are just having a joke."

Might as well tell her a little.

"Well, Bart Allen is here, at age 14. You know him as an adult.

"And...

"Well, Bart told me that your father, also age 14, is here."

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"It has a sick sense of humor, I'm thinking. It should have taken my father or Barry. Barry would have liked it here. All he does is drink anyway."

If she wasn't crestfallen before she is now. Slightly incredulous too but mostly crestfallen.

"Fourteen?"

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"So I'm told. But like you said, it's sick sense of humor?

"Barry? Er, I'm Barry, remember?"

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"Necrotic. So necrotic." In some ways. The bar likes speedsters, maybe it'll drag her father here. Yeah right. She wonders what the fourteen year-old is like but can't even picture it.

"My brother was named after you."

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Great, he thinks. Nercrotic is a new slang word. He doesn't need more slang.

"Of course. Wally would do that." He smiles at this.

And notices the time.

"Iris, I have to go. i need to find some friends. But if you're really stuck, look for me later on. I think we have some catching up to do."

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That will only encourage her.

"Eh, your namesake isn't so great at living up to the expectation but then you're a hard act to follow."

"Icy. Well, don't let me keep you then." She grins. "And that would be mega-apocalyptic."