She's right. But Barry has spent most of his life on the run, even before the lightning and before losing nine months of his life to a coma. "Look. I've been in and out of the system since I was eleven, when my Dad was taken away for killing my Mom. I'm used to people calling the cops or finding other ways to get rid of me rather than deal with the problem."

A full time paying job. Something stable.
Barry can't remember the last time he'd been offered something like that.

He holds up his hand, vibrating it fast enough that it becomes a blur before her eyes. "It happened about a year ago. After the particle accelerator in Central blew."