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[retrochronal]

[ Another day, another breacher. This time, pitching out a battle-worn and torn version of Barry Allen that goes sprawling into the cortex like he's been literally thrown through the breach. And maybe he was. Either way, she scrambles back to feet that are only half supportive, trying to get back to and through the breach before it closes.

He is not even a little successful. ]

No...oh. No.

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[detectivewest]

"Yeah well don't go reminding him. He's been a pain in everyone's ass since he got here." Joe's smile is only vaguely exasperated as he helps him free of what's left of his jacket. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up before I have to leave you with the pros." His touch is gentle and sure as he works. While Joe might not be a doctor, he knows plenty about cleaning up injuries and he's going to do his damndest for his son.

Other son.
Whatever.
It's still Barry and that means he's family.