A couple of days still haven't gotten Bart used to the topsy-turvy environs of this place, but that doesn't change who and what he was. He and Speed Force had been nearly one and the same at several points, and even before that, his awareness of the fluctuations it had was keener than some.

So he knew practically the instant another speedster arrived, and was arrowing in on the location as best he could without drawing attention. There was a flavor of distress to the situation, and it made him wary, approaching in street clothes instead of in uniform to be a little more low-key. At first, when he saw the man's profile, he was confused, because he looked just like the Barry Allen he saw earlier. But the scars...he knew what kind of damage it could take to keep a speedster from healing, and that was nothing anyone escaped from unscathed. That made him walk just a little more determinedly towards the newcomer, ignoring the looks people gave as they avoided both of them.

"You want a hand?"