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“And when I kill everyone he loves, I go back in time to make him relieve the pain for the rest of eternity.” Eobard Thawne, better known by his villain name Reverse Flash, said, He took a long gulp of beer and smiled at the other Flash villains. They were in the Ultra Dimensional Villains Bar, which he accidentally discovered while going through the speed force. It catered to villains across the Multiverse, and just as many exotic drinks.
“Jesus Christ, we get it already.” Captain Cold said before slamming his mug of beer on the table. “I like finding new and terrible ways for the Flash to suffer through, aren’t I so evil?”
“Why are you criticizing me for things you do as well?”
“Look Mate, we all mess with the Flash, but it’s not our only personality trait.” Captain Boomerang said. “Like, for example, I would like to be a game show's announcer.”
“And I’d like to own a carnival.” The Trickster said.
“See, everyone else has a normal goal they want. Your only thing is hating the Flash. And it’s getting old.” said Captain Cold.
Thawne glared at the so-called villains. “If you are not dedicated enough to hate your enemy with all your being, you are a waste of my time.” He stormed away and sat at the bar.
“What can I get for you?” The bartender, a stick figure that claimed it was the ultimate evil, asked.
“Something to make me forget those idiots I was just talking to.”
“I’ll take one of those as well.” A man with an English accent and spiky yellow hair said. He sat down next to Thawne.
“I’m Dio Brando.” The man said.
“I’m Reverse Flash.”
“What a creative name for a Flash villain.”
“It gets the point across. I stand for the exact opposite of what the Flash does, even though that seems too extreme for my fellow Flash villains.”
Dio laughed. “I understand. Some villains here have no real hatred for the heroes, only seeing them as an obstacle to be removed. But you and I, we view them as something to be humiliated before death. Forcing them to watch their loved ones be murdered and having no way of saving them before they meet their own doom.”
“Finally someone who gets me.” Thawne said.
“Here are your drinks.” The bartender slid them two mugs full of a highlighter green liquid.
“Want to cheer for being a hater?” Thawne asked as he held his drink up.
“Of course.”
They clinked their drinks together before taking a deep gulp. It tasted like an overcooked key lime pie, but Thawne was happy enough to ignore it. He finally found someone just like him.