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Added 2019-07-30 19:00:00 +0000 UTC

Iris West yawned at the front door of her house, so hard that she had to let it run its course before she fit the key into the lock and let herself in. It had been a long day of keeping up with Barry and she didn’t have the Speed Force to make it any easier. What’s worse, Killer Frost was on the team now, despite the name. Usually, there’d be strength in numbers, but in this case, having Frost around meant that Iris had to watch her friends as well as her enemies. Barry and the others seemed to believe Frost had changed, that she wanted to be like Caitlin, but Iris knew the truth. They were polar opposites. Everyone was two halves, the shadow and the light—Caitlin couldn’t very well be two lights. Her dark half would prove to be the shadow… Iris had to be on guard for when they happened.

With the front door unlocked, Iris stepped inside, only for the lights to snap on. She paused, wondering if Barry had installed some kind of smart-home device to welcome her—it was the kind of maddening, thoughtful thing he would do—but then she saw Frost was sitting by the light switch, obviously waiting for Iris.

Iris’s hand flew to her watch, the secret button on it that would instantly summon Barry, but Frost spoke first. “Wait! I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to talk.”

Iris was so used to Frost speaking in a sultry, dangerous purr—like she was toying with whoever she conversed with merely by deigning to do anything besides kill them—that hearing her speak so plaintively caught her short. She froze, her finger on the button, and stared at Frost to see if the pale woman would take any aggressive action. Frost only sat there, her hand outstretched, seeming to will Iris to listen to her.

Iris kept her hand on her watch, ready to summon Barry at a moment’s notice. She didn’t know why she hadn’t sent for him already. Anything Frost could say to her, she could certainly say to Barry. She could only blame her residual trust in Caitlin—anyone who looked so much like her got the same benefit of the doubt.

“What do you want to talk about? How you broke into my home? Waited to get me alone for God knows what?”