None of Your Business, Grandpa Wolf

Hiss! A terrifyingly hot heat vision shot from the horizon, cleanly slicing through several giant carnivorous plants running amok in Metropolis. A streak of yellow lightning flashed across the ground as the Flash sped to evacuate civilians from the surrounding streets to miles away. Leaving behind two friction marks, he stopped his super-speed to materialize his body, gazing with a solemn expression at the man riding a heavy motorcycle in the sky. "The universe's top mercenary—I'm afraid we're in for a massive battle.