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Jun. 28th, 2017 02:48 pmBarry's near the end of a long patrol that he tacked onto an already long workday, but he still takes the long route home. Whether one can actually sail away from Darrow or not, the view of the ocean and the smell of the salty air is too good to pass up, and Barry races along the shore, enjoying the way the sea mist seems to hang like a fog within the speed force. He leaves a crackle of red electricity in his wake, delighting a few of the children playing in the sand, and nearly pauses to help one little boy with his sandcastle when he spies something moving along the cliffs above.
It's a...robot...thing, he decides when his eyes can make sense of the large white and orange ball, flying across the bermuda grass in pursuit of - "Aw, a butterfly!" exclaims Barry with a grin, wondering what the little guy intends to do if he catches it. Collect it? Examine it? He has his hands on his hips and ready to behold whatever happens next, but then the robot begins to streak dangerously close to the cliffs' edge.
"Hey!" Barry calls up, "Hey! Robot...sphere! You're too close to the - "
But it's too late, the robot catches up with the butterfly just as the ground beneath it runs out, and for one second, it looks as if the robot will crash to the sand far below.
But one second is all Barry needs.
He races forward in a burst of electric light, running straight up the cliffside until he reaches the robot, suspended almost motionless and hovering in the air. It's heavier than Barry expects, but it's easy enough to put his arms around it and carry it a safe distance from the edge. "There we go," says Barry, depositing the machine onto a safe, marked path. "We almost lost you there."
It's a...robot...thing, he decides when his eyes can make sense of the large white and orange ball, flying across the bermuda grass in pursuit of - "Aw, a butterfly!" exclaims Barry with a grin, wondering what the little guy intends to do if he catches it. Collect it? Examine it? He has his hands on his hips and ready to behold whatever happens next, but then the robot begins to streak dangerously close to the cliffs' edge.
"Hey!" Barry calls up, "Hey! Robot...sphere! You're too close to the - "
But it's too late, the robot catches up with the butterfly just as the ground beneath it runs out, and for one second, it looks as if the robot will crash to the sand far below.
But one second is all Barry needs.
He races forward in a burst of electric light, running straight up the cliffside until he reaches the robot, suspended almost motionless and hovering in the air. It's heavier than Barry expects, but it's easy enough to put his arms around it and carry it a safe distance from the edge. "There we go," says Barry, depositing the machine onto a safe, marked path. "We almost lost you there."
