On the Proper Use of the Speed Force

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Damon had not deliberately collected abilities, but he possessed far more than the two Caitlin had just mentioned. Setting aside electricity, super speed, and his combat skills, he had copied Diana's demigod divine power, Donna Troy's divine power, the female Firestorm's ability, Element Woman's ability, and the First Born's divine power, whether that counted as hatred or destruction.

None of those abilities had changed his DNA.

Either Protege's power, or perhaps his transmigration, had made his DNA fixed so that copied abilities could not alter it. Or the copied powers existed on a higher level than the body and DNA, which meant they would not affect his genetic structure. Whichever explanation was true, he did not need to worry that copying too many abilities would affect his body.

So Damon's state of mind was very relaxed.

Looking at Caitlin as she bent over with her back to him, Damon smiled and called, "Stop thinking about it. Come drink."

"How can I do that? This is serious scientific research. How can I give up just because I temporarily do not understand the reason? Besides, who can guarantee this will not cause you trouble later?"

Caitlin spoke seriously.

"I will be staying in Central City for a while. As long as you keep my secret, you can study my body whenever you want. More detailed examinations are welcome. But there is another matter."

Damon paused.

Caitlin turned curiously.

"What matter?"

Swish.

Damon instantly appeared in front of her. The distance was so close that Caitlin instinctively wanted to step back, but Damon caught her arm. Their eyes met. Especially with both of them dressed so lightly, Caitlin felt her heart speed up until it seemed ready to burst. She wanted to lower her head to avoid his gaze, but when she did, she saw Damon's shorts and immediately raised her head again.

"Caitlin Snow, can I trust you?"

"Of... of course. I will keep your secret," Caitlin said softly.

"Good. Then I will trust you."

Damon smiled and released her before continuing.

"The super speed that I, Barry Allen, and the killer who murdered his mother possess all comes from the Speed Force. Speed Force energy is consumed and replenished by its users. I want you to help me determine whether Barry Allen's Speed Force and mine are the same."

"How... how can we determine that?"

Caitlin froze.

"Simple. When he is about to use the Speed Force, notify me. I can judge it based on changes in my own Speed Force energy."

Damon smiled.

"You want me to monitor Barry for you?"

"You can put it that way."

"That... does not feel right."

Caitlin hesitated.

"He is no match for me. If I wanted to harm him, I would not need anything as troublesome as monitoring his movements. If you do not help, I can only use a more direct method, such as going to his foster father, Joe West, or Iris West."

"I will help."

Caitlin answered immediately.

"Give me your phone number."

"I will call you tomorrow."

Damon said, then added, "Now, come drink. I ran through several cities to buy this bottle."

Damon pulled Caitlin to the sofa, sat down, and poured her a glass. Caitlin was still a little dazed as she drank with him. After a few glasses, the two relaxed and chatted. Sometimes Caitlin asked curiously about Damon's powers. Sometimes she spoke about what had happened recently at S.T.A.R. Labs. When she remembered being kidnapped by Huntress, she scolded Damon harshly more than once. Before long, her pale cheeks gradually flushed.

"Almost midnight? I should go."

Damon glanced at the time and smiled at Caitlin.

Caitlin froze.

"It is that late?"

"Time moves quickly sometimes."

Caitlin saw Damon blur slightly, and his clothes were already neatly back on. Only then did she realize that she had spent the entire conversation in her underwear, and even more strangely, it had felt natural.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Ah. Tomorrow."

Caitlin answered, then saw Damon politely lower his head and kiss her cheek.

She did not dodge.

"Good night."

Damon waved. Red lightning flashed out and disappeared.

Caitlin stayed frozen for a long while before realizing he had left.

Swish.

When Damon stopped, he was already in the master bedroom of a villa.

Lilah and Valentina, both wrapped in bath towels, were talking about something. They were startled when Damon suddenly appeared.

"Master, when did you come in?" Lilah asked in surprise.

"Before you asked me."

Damon smiled.

This villa was the place they had found to stay. The furniture and facilities were already complete. At first, because they did not have enough money, they had only rented it. But when they returned to the Disciple, Damon had casually made a few more gold drink cans. That should be enough for them to buy the place.

"I am going back to my room."

Valentina spoke and rose to leave.

"Wait."

Damon casually pulled Valentina into his arms. Valentina snorted.

"What are you doing? You are Lilah's master, not mine."

"Is there a difference?" Damon asked with a smile.

Valentina sneered.

"What? You want both of us at once? I am afraid you will be too busy."

"Funny coincidence. Right now, I am very confident in my speed. Two of you, or even four, would not give you any time to rest."

Red lightning lit up. Before Valentina and Lilah could react, Damon had arranged them together neatly.

Then they understood what he meant.

There truly was no rest at all. The whole process felt as if he had never left. With one person, that might have been one thing. But both women experienced it the same way. It was as if Damon had done the same thing to both of them at the same time.

How was that possible?

Afterward, Valentina was so exhausted that she turned away from Damon, clearly still carrying a little temper. Lilah lay on Damon and curiously asked how he had done it.

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