A few hours later, Barry found himself looking through a one way mirror at the former teenage trouble maker. He was a completely different from what he remembered. He had a shaved head and, as it turned out, owned a successful casino in Star City. He sat there concerned, a look that Barry was not all too familiar with on that guy's face.

  "It wasn't me," he pleaded. "I would never kill anyone. I was just there at the movie because my girlfriend made me. Isn't there someone I can talk to about this?"

  "Give it a rest," Joe told him. "We know about your run in with him. He hurt you so you think that he should pay for it? That's not the way life works."

  "It wasn't me," he persisted.

  Joe marched out of the room, allowing the door to close behind him. He kept his eyes on this Noah kid and spoke to Barry. "I can't break him. He's too insistent. Maybe one of you can get through to him," he looked at Barry.

  "Oh, no no no no no no no," Barry shook his head and hands. "I have a history with him. Not to mention, I am not trained in interrogation."

  "Step one: ask them questions until they slip. End of steps," Joe teased Barry.

  "If that's all you managed to grasp from the corse, then I must be overestimating your abilities," the captain looked at Joe. "Just tell him the science behind how it must be him, and maybe he'll figure that there's no way out of it. Either way he probably doesn't remember you."

  Barry hung his head as entering, "probably not," he uttered to himself. The door closed behind him and the both of them had their head down. "Are you someone who's going to get me out of here," he asked, lifting his head from his cuffed hands.

  On the other side of the glass, Joe and Singh turned their backs, in a heated discussion about how Joe is still the best detective in Central City.

  "No," Barry didn't look up. "I'm here to tell you why you're here, Puck."

  Puck sighed. "I have not heard that name in a long time. Who are you?"

  Barry slowly lifted his head, and turned to him. Puck's eyes filled with hate. He gathered the words he needed to say, "You did this. You framed me, Smythe."

  "No, Puck, you did this to yourself. You fought the guy, you were there at the cinema. Not to mention, you recently purchased the same model gun that shot h-" Barry was cut off by Puck's hands tightly over his throat. He began slapping the metal table, trying to get the attention of the two bickering cops, before blacking out.

  Joe rushed in separating the two and restraining the violent one. "Here," Captain Singh held his hands out to take Puck. "I got him, you help Allen." Joe nodded his head and gave the enraged man to his superior.

  "Barry?," he gently slapped the young man's face. "Barry! Well, great. At least he has a pulse." Joe stood up to the aggressor and said in a stern voice, "You just messed with the wrong family."

-

  "Please, Miss Grant," Kara begged.

  "No. And that's final. If you want to stay in central city, then you're going to have to wait another month, when you have vacation days," Cat was packing up the little complimentary shampoo and conditioner bottles in the five star hotel, that she called a "hovel".

  Kara gave it a long thought before opening her mouth. Could she pull this string? Or was it too risky? Either way she was going to try. "What if I could give you an interview with the one person that you've been trying for months to interview?"

  Cat paused. She turned around to face her confident assistant. "Talk fast, before I lose my interest."

  "I can pull a few strings. I mean, you know how I have a connection with Supergirl, and- and I'm pretty sure Supergirl is friends with The Flash," she looked at her boss with a confident smile and pleading eyes.

  "Deal," Cat said, feeling like she was losing. "But make it before Thursday, I have a lunch with Opera then."

  Kara walked out of the hotel with the bigest smile on her face since she last saw her cousin. Now all she needed to do was call Barry!

-

  Barry woke up in his desk chair. He was in his lab with Joe, sitting on his desk. "What happened," he asked now feeling the pain in his neck. He rubbed it as Joe tried to explain.

  "Puckerman started choking you. Care to explain to me why that is?"

  Barry sighed, "High school." To his surprise those were the only words Joe needed to understand.

  "Are we talking about one of your bullies?"

  Barry shook his head. He had never told Joe about how he had become the bully. He let out a shaky breath. "No. I'm the one who bullied him."

  Joe shifted his sitting position. "What do you mean? The school had an antibullying policy. And you're not capable of bullying."

  "He was from a rival school, so whenever I saw their glee club I kind of spilled threats and snarky comments." This was not helping Barry's mood. "Joe, I once sent a guy to the hospital!"

  They could see the fear on each other's faces. "What did you do?"

  At that moment Iris walked in unnoticed.

  "Back there, all the popular guys threw slushies in the faces of the uncool. And there just so happened to be a guy I despised. So I put rock salt in the slushy and it was intercepted by his boyfriend. It got in his eye and he had to get surgery."

  "Oh, Barry." The two employees of the CCPD looked at the interrupting girl. "I can't believe you'd do something like that. It explains so much." Her voice grew angered.

  "Back off," Joe stood up in defense. "We've all made questionable decisions in our lives before."

  "Yeah," Sebastian scoffed. "Like that one year you decided to go blonde. Who was it that you were hanging out with again? The color gaurd? You could have at least tried to enshroud yourself."

  "Well I've never," iris had her blood boiling. She was so flustered that she couldn't even finish her sentence.

  "Have you always been so articulate, or has that hair dye finally seeped into your brain?"

  "Enough," Joe silenced the argument. "iris, I want you to go see Eddie. And Barry, I'm gonna drive you to S.T.A.R Labs."

  iris huffed before storming out.

-

  "Amazing," Caitlin said. "It's presenting itself as Disositive Identity Disorder, but with much fewer of the problematic symptoms."

  Kara, who was still with them in S.T.A.R Labs, tilted her head. "I don't get it. Not all of us speak fluent in science," she reminded her.

  "Sorry," she said, still doing tests with Barr- Sebast- his vitals. She punched numbers into her tablet. "DID is rarely seen, but it can be caused by physical abuse, typically as children, hence why Barry would have it. The main symptoms include memory gaps and the illusion of possession. Neither of which Barry seems to have. I want to run tests on the both of you as soon as possible."

  "The both of us," Kara took a step back.

  "Yeah, Marley," Sebastian piped up. "You went by a different personality back then too."

  "But abuse," Kara asked, racking her memory for some cause.

  "Let's see here," Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Your planet literally exploded when you were thirteen, both of your parents are dead, you became anorexic, need I go on?"

  "Point made," she held her hand up. "But I don't think I've been like Marley since high school."

  "I beg to differ," Barry looked at her again. "Maybe because the two of you are so similar, there doesn't seem to be a very noticeable difference. I bet Marley mode gets set up when people, like Miss Grant, start to push you around. Because for the girl of steel, you seem to get pushed over for her pretty fast."

  "Are you calling me a push over," she asked playfully.

  "Maybe I am," he giggled. They knew that giggle belonged to Barry.

  "Okay, okay," she tried to calm down the energy in the room. "I'll do your tests. But only if Barry, or The Flash, that is, gets interviewed by Miss Grant."

  Barry looked at Caitlin and Cisco with his big ol' puppy dog eyes, the ones that nobody could say no to.

  Caitlin sighed, really wanting to find out more about this disorder, and held out her hand. "You have yourself a deal."

  Kara gently grabbed the hand with her own and shook it.

-

  "And you guys said I'd never need to use these red sun lamps," Cisco laughed as he turned on his old creations.

  Kara didn't look very happy, having her powers drained for medical purposes wasn't nearly as fun as she thought it would be. And yet she smiled. She was in the medical bed set up right next to Barry's, and she was holding his hand. Nothing she could think of would make her happier. Except maybe if she had her powers.

  Barry had gotten so used to Caitlin's medical procedures, he had begun to feel very tired. Although maybe it was because of the maroon solar lamps. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but he was making an effort, to comfort Kara. She was getting her blood drawn, and that was something she wasn't used to doing. Even without her super strength, she kept a tight grip on his hand.

  Caitlin decided to monitor them for the next twenty-four hours, to see if there would be any difference in their vitals when they switched between personalities. She decided to be very strict and not let them leave under any circumstance, regular job or superhero duties. The police should retain some responsibilities.

  When told not to leave for their jobs, Cisco reminded Kara not to let Barry make the excuse.

  That night Cisco drove Caitlin home, insisting that the two superheros could take care of themselves if anything were to go wrong.

  Barry and Kara were too busy getting lost in each other's eyes that night to fall asleep, when Barry finally said something. "You know, after all of this is over, we should really go on a real date. You know, one where I'm not fainting and you aren't under red sun lamps."

  Kara inhaled sharply. "I've got the perfect place!"

  Barry rolled his eyes, knowing what she was going to say. "Fine. But for a place called "Breadsticks", their breadsticks really do suck."

  Kara smiled. She loved this man.

-

  "What are your results Dr. Snow," Kara sat upright in her bed, wispering for the sake of Barry, who was still asleep.

  "Besides the slight flutter of the heart when you two change personalities, nothing much."

"Does that mean I can go now," Kara smiled.

  "Well," she was proven hesitant. "I suppose we could turn off the sun lamps. But call me immediately if anything strange happens."

  "Okay, okay let's go!"

  Kara turned her head to the man in the bed next to her, who was still holding her hand. He was stirring. She heard him take a deep breath inward and felt him squeeze her hand. He slowly opened his eyes to see the wide awake girl. He smiled at her, and soon they both had big dumb grins on their faces.

  Caitlin flipped the switch to the lights that dampened Kara's powers, and took all of the electronics off of the two. They hardly even noticed that she was doing a few more tests. When it was all over, the time was 5:30 in the evening.

  Barry had gone back to the CCPD to finish some paperwork, when Joe came in. He knew about the DID and could recognize that this was the young man he raised.

  "I got some bad news," what a way to make an entrance.

  Barry spun his chair in the direction of Joe. He was still smiling about Kara. "Make this face fall," he said. "Just try."

  "The judge let Puckerman walk."