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âN-no, thatâs not what Iâm saying,â Michael contended earnestly with frustration in his tone. âItâs not that I donât want to, itâs that I canât-,â he tried to explain, but his words fell on deaf ears and people only grew angrier. If he could time travel, why canât he figure out a way to fix this? Why canât he go back in time to stop Darkseid from ever getting the Pheonix Force? Because it wasnât that simple, Michael would try to explain, but he was a hero, he was supposed to use his powers to help the people.
But he wasnât allowed to and it ate him up inside. He was sure Barry felt the same way, on some level, but he wasnât there to unload on. Michael was on his own to deal with the angry mob that so diligently descended upon him with intent on getting what they want. Thankfully, he had his flight ring and within a mere minute, Michael was perched safely atop the nearest building to catch his breath-
-until the looming presence of someone else came crashing down. Michael shook his head solemnly, his back to his new visitor. âIf youâre here about the time travel, Skeets can.. He can explain.â
















