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He didn’t remember. BARRY DIDN’T REMEMBER. I “woke up” on the middle of the bowling place and since then I started to repeat a lot of things, because apparently, unless I have gone crazy, I TIME TRAVELED. I FREAKING TIME TRAVELED AND BARRY ALLEN, ALSO KNOWN AS THE FLASH, IS LOOKING AT ME AS IF I HAD GONE MAD.
Ok, so maybe I’m exagerating a little but the anger I’m feeling right now is from him keeping that a secret and I’m venting. A lot.
He tries to ask if I’m ok, if I didn’t meet someone strange so he can fix it as a the Flash, (I haven’t told him i know yet) and I swear that just makes me angrier. I’m telling him I time traveled, he doesn’t believe me and he still doesn’t think it would be a good time to do it? Is being nearly killed by a tsunami that necessary?
“Barry” trying to calm myself. “I know that you are the Flash”
Barry of course looks surprised and then he tries to deny everything. I just look at him. He knows that look. He puts his poker-face one when he sees that one, he knows I’m being serious and I’m not going to put up with whatever he is saying.
I then go on a long explanation of the events that were going to happen, completely ignoring the kiss and my confession. I first needed to sort out Eddie before I did anything about those feelings. Then I was going to kill the boy in front of me.