"You weren't supposed to find out— not yet," Eobard said smoothly, eyes glowing red, his voice eerily calm. He tilted his head, studying them like a puzzle he hadn’t finished solving. He was wearing his yellow speedster suit, but the cowl was down. The dim hum of machinery echoed around them, flickering lights casting jagged shadows on the cold metal walls. His fingers twitched at his sides, tension coiled in every muscle, yet a smirk tugged at his lips.

"Now, what do we do about this?"