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Chronitar + Trash
One team's trash is another man's treasure.
“They threw you away too, huh?”
“...They—they say I'm not the real Barry!”
“‘Course you're not. You’re better than Red ever was. Ya don’t waste mercy on folks who’ll go back to hurting folks, you built your own armor, you’re faster than light...” Chronos cupped Savitar’s cheeks and pressed their foreheads together. He thumbed Savitar’s scarred cheek, his other hand on his gun. “C’mon, Blue, let’s go take out the trash.”
Savitar donned his armor and followed him aboard, his eyes ablaze, his heart determined to make anyone who hurt them pay. Team Flash, the Legends: none would escape unscathed.
And every night, with the world burning around them, they’d worship each other.