It was a fretful night in Central City. The Flash and Arrow remained holed up in STARLabs, trying to figure out what to do with all the heroes (and villains) that Crossover had tossed into their universe. They had spread out in the lab, finding any cold slab of metal or concrete to serve as a bed.
"Barry, when I was on the island, there..."
"Come on man, not the island again. Dude, we get it. It sucked. You lost people. You had friends, they died. Blah blah blah." Barry looked at Oliver as he realized what he had just said. "Man, I'm sorry, please don't hit me."
"Whatever Barry. Tell us again how hard life has been with Iris not knowing how you've felt about her all these years..."
"That's fair," Barry responded, deadpan. "Well, let's get this day going."
As everyone gathered back in the main room, they noticed something was different. Perhaps it was the lack of a fish smell they hadn't even noticed on the first day?
silverspawn, who was Sub-Mariner, the Vanilla Hero, was killed in the night!