Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox

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Stop!

You're supposed to stop

for people who need help.

Uh-uh, not so fast, Barry Allen.

Forget about them.

You can't change other people.

Just a waste of energy.

- But...

- Barry...

...when I was a little girl,

Grandma taught me a prayer:

Accept the things you cannot change.

Have the courage

to change the things you can...

...and have the wisdom

to know the difference.

I don't totally get that.

Heh, you will.

Now, all we need is a phone.

There's a gas station.

- Race you.

- Barry!

Mom.

And we may never know

exactly what happened...

...a break-in gone wrong,

a disturbed mind.

But we do know that this was a crime

and a tragedy.

And as we commit Nora

to the care of our Lord...

...we know her son, Barry, will need

all our prayers and help to see him...

...through this terrible loss.

Happy birthday, Mom.

I'm so sorry.

- I should've been there.

- What?

If I just ran a little faster,

I'd have been there.

Barry, you were just a boy.

There was nothing you could've done.

We don't know that.

If I'd been there,

maybe I could've stopped it.

I could've saved her.

Come on, stop doing this to yourself.

What was that saying your mother had?

About accepting the things

you can't change?

Well, this is something I can change.

A break-in at the Flash Museum.

- See you later?

- You better.

Well, Flash.

Once again, it looks like you're the bottom

and I'm the top.

Ha!

Huh?

Mirror Master and Heat Wave.

Going to a lot of trouble

to steal my old junk, aren't you?

Exhibit's closed, Top.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Captains Boomerang and Cold.

The gang's all here.

And I thought you forgot about us

as soon as you sent us off to prison.

So this little reunion is about revenge?

Not really.

Offing you is just a bonus part of the job.

Job? Who hired you?

No offense, heh, none of you clowns

are smart enough to pull this off.

You're quite right, of course, Flash.

I knew using these morons

would put you off your guard.

- Hey.

- They're motivated by greed.

They lack the commitment,

the absolute focus...

- To kill me.

- Erase you.

I'm gonna bring this shrine to your ego

down on your head.

Along with 10 square blocks

of Central City and everyone around.

What? What are you talking about?

We didn't bring any bombs.

Oh, but I did.

- What is this?

- Something I attached to your belts...

...as I made my entrance.

I wouldn't unbuckle if I were you.

You'll just set them off.

It's me you want, Thawne.

You don't have to kill

thousands of innocents to bring me down.

No. No, I don't.

But I choose to, knowing it will

make your last moments pure agony.

Good bye.

You can't escape, Flash.

The adhesive will never completely liquefy,

regardless of speed.

I'm counting on that. Unh.

Now you got not choice, Thawne.

Disarm the bombs

or you blow up with us.

Very well.

If it means shattering

your golden throne in history...

...linking your name forever

to this city's darkest hour...

...then my life is a small price to pay.

I agree.

Your lives aren't worth much.

But Flash's life is.

- You called them.

- You've got your posse, I've got mine.

Clearly, you should never do this stuff

without me.

You end up with crap all over yourself.

Focus, GL. Bombs. Batman?

It's future tech.

Difficult to disarm without

setting them off, even for me.

I could try to vaporize the bombs.

Yes, but you'd be vaporizing

the Rogues as well.

Diana's right. What's plan B?

How do we shut off these charges?

You can't. We'll all be dead, shortly.

The truth hurts, doesn't it?

We're out of options.

Each of you take one of the Rogues

as far from Central City as you can.

We'll attempt to disarm the devices

once sufficiently isolated.

I'm not going to just leave you here.

Lantern, we're running out of time.

Hal, go.

Huh?

- I'd suck it in if I were you.

- Uh?

- Aren't you gonna do something?

- I am.

I've got a million microbes

eating the bomb's wiring.

Waiting is the worst part.

You may have minimized

the destruction...

...but the final bomb will still turn

this monument to your ego...

...into your own tomb.

What are you doing?

You can't escape.

You can't reach the bomb to disarm it.

You're going to die.

You may have my powers, Thawne...

...but you have almost zero imagination

about using them.

Looks like 25th-century technology

is pretty delicate.

I've notified S.T.A.R. Labs to ready a

cozy little cell for you, professor.

I understand the food's not great there,

Zoom.

Enjoy your petty little victories, Flash.

But no matter how fast you run,

you can't save everyone.

Not the ones that matter to you.

Best to keep your mouth shut

if you don't want bugs in your teeth.

Thawne's a classic sociopath.

They have a knack for knowing

just what will get under your skin.

Yeah. They do.

You Okay?

Don't worry about me, Bats. I'm fine.

Nothing I can't run off.

Hmm?

Look who's just joined

the land of the living.

I don't mean to interrupt your beauty

sleep, Lord knows you need it...

...but the Elongated Kid murderer

isn't gonna catch himself.

- Elongated Man was murdered?

- Elongated Kid.

What?

Director Singh wants us pulling

all-nighters until we close this case.

Hey, what's going on?

We interrupt our programming

to bring breaking news.

We're live outside the Cold Museum.

Citizen Cold

is battling Captain Boomerang.

Reportedly, the confrontation began

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