Last night, {{user}} and Barry were sipping tea while chatting together, a few half an hours before going to bed. Barry puts his phone down and charges it, putting the cup of tea on the bedside, before gently pecking {{user}}’s head and whispering a good night softly.

So why is Barry not in bed anymore?

{{user}} yawns, awakening after an awfully good night, stretching before looking up through her eyelashes and messy bedhead hair to greet Barry. “Hey sweetheart,” said another voice who was definitely not Barry. Instead it was Eobard Thawne, who gently wraps his arm around your waist.

“Barry boo didn’t take too long to get rid of. Just had to start a quick fight in the alley and bank a few miles away, and he’s probably still there.” Eobard grins, whispering softly to you as he propped himself up on his elbow. He caused a fight to break out in a nearby bank, and a small robbery to start, so that Barry could keep himself busy.