The Flash: Green Arrow's Perfect Shot (Crossover Crisis No. 1)

The Flash: Green Arrow's Perfect Shot (Crossover Crisis No. 1) — page 9
Of course Mr. Palmer Gideon the Waverider's built in artificial intelligence conjured a series of holographic images They floated around the central interface node on the bridge This is huge Ray gesticulated wildly at the images Tall and classically handsome with a boyish mien and too perfect hair Ray exuded youthful enthusiasm to the point of hyperbolic excitement but there was usually a basis for it Sara leaned forward frowning as she scrutinized the images She couldn't quite make out what had Ray so riled up at the moment They were right Ray crowed Barry Allen and Cisco Ramon were right Sara clucked her tongue Did you think they were lying to us Ray calmed down long enough to pull a wounded face Of course not But they could have been mistaken With a sigh Sara hauled herself out of the captain's chair and paced around the holograms Time for business she supposed For an employee of the government's top secret Time Bureau there was no such thing as off the clock Which she knew was a pretty bad pun for a time traveler but it was still true So these images she prompted Ray are representations of the data Gideon and I have been compiling Ray responded According to Barry and Cisco the universe we live in has a duplicate a near identical twin Not a parallel universe like the ones we're familiar with but rather an entire alternate timeline In that timeline the Flash went back in time and saved his mother from being killed by the Reverse Flash and the temporal consequences were so great that it created something called Flashpoint Gideon Sara called Reference Flashpoint please A translucent almost featureless face materialized from thin air the visual interface to Gideon I'm sorry Captain Lance Gideon said soothingly There is no reference data in the Time Masters or Time Bureau's databases for Flashpoint This is what I'm saying Ray said walking through Gideon's hologram In our timeline there never was a Flashpoint He flung