Five seconds after getting his powers, we see Barry Allen run on water, cross town in an eyeblink, vibrate through a wall, destroy all the terrorists’ Thompson submachine guns, catch bullets out of the air, put out a building fire, get everyone out of the building, capture all the criminals, round up several other police officers, carefully lean up against a car, and think up and deliver a sick burn. Even Clark Kent had to take time to remove his eyeglasses.
My name is Eric Burns-White, and I have almost always hated Barry Allen.
Eric Burns-White

Apropos of nothing, I’ve always absolutely adored Carmine Infantino’s art on the Flash. He conveyed a sense of speed the modern blur-with-lightning thing never really did for me.

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