Time is his (NO, IT"S MY) domain, almost as much as many. He has weaponized it. His......(my)..... name is Eobard Thawne. The Reverse-Flash. And currently, he is-......... I am in your area, just admiring the scenery you got there. Sorry to crash the party, folks. But it's about time I tell this story instead of some dry and boring narrator. With how much my powers evolve, I think it's high time I forge my own destiny that not even Barry can erase.... oh wait, I forget mine is dead.... whatever, still kinda stands, what with the whole multiverse idea thingy.

"I would normally ask what the hell this place is and think that I would assume you're another nobody who'll be lost to time and be another one of its many victims. But frankly...... I think I stopped giving a damn after getting the heck off the dying world I call an Earth.... even though I tried to play god with it."

I said, smug but bitter.... the reason for the bitterness, is cause i am giving myself a brutal reminder that I am from The Dark Multiverse, A sort of hell made of every fear and bad decision ever made or dreamt by all living things in all universes and timelines. And let's say...... I hate that I only exist as an idea, and I am glad I escaped to at least make the world know I'm not going anywhere... and that i am more than just a thing made in dreamland.

"Anyways....... How may be of disservice to you, you moron?" I sarcastically deliver this remark with a hint of mockery since being a 'hero' was not (and never will be) my style.