“Are you really sure you want to help” Barry confirmed, the reason why he was called was because they really did have a change of heart– except Wells of course.
“This whole city’s been angry and miserable since the accident.
You might be the only good thing that came out of it.
I’m with you, bro.” Cisco said
“For the past nine months I have been coming to this place.
Where Ronnie died.
I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of us.” Caitlin said with determination
“Okay lets do it.” Barry also nodded, he was happy with them being on board
“And I think I might have something that will help” Cisco smiled mysteriously as he took us to another room.
“Something I’ve been working on.
It’s designed to replace the turnouts firefighters traditionally wear.
It’s made of a reinforced tri-polymer, it’s heat and abrasive resistant so when you’re moving at high-velocity speeds, it won’t shred like your normal clothing.
I thought if S.T.A.R.
Labs could do something nice for the community, maybe people wouldn’t be so angry at Dr.
Wells anymore.
” Cisco pointed to the full red suit with a gas mask, on a mannequin, there was no symbol.
He was genuinely trying to help Wells.
“At least you won’t face Mardon naked.” Caitlin joked on side
“Much better than the spandex you made me wear before” Barry also commented
“The suit has built in sensors so we can track your vitals and stay in contact with you.” Cisco proudly showed his creation
“Now it’s a matter of time we find Mardon” Caitlin said
“I got that covered” Barry said, he ran his fingers on the suit.
It was incredibly smooth.
He then told them how to search for Mardon
“I thought the same way, we just got a ping I just got a ping from the S.T.A.R.
Labs satellite.
Atmospheric pressure dropped 20 millibars in a matter of seconds.” Caitlin showed Barry the tablet
“I also got the location” Barry’s phone also alerted him.
It was a farm on west side of city
“Lets do this” Barry said with a smile, excitement surged within him.
At a farm west of the city, Joe arrived with his partner, Eddie.
“I’m not saying Mardon is alive,” Joe muttered as he surveyed the surroundings, “but if he was, this is the last place he and his brother hid out.”
“Let’s go,” he said, pulling his gun from its holster.
Eddie followed closely as they approached the barn.
Inside, a loud clank echoed across the wooden beams.
Both men raised their weapons, advancing toward the noise.
In the shadows, they found a man seated casually on a rusted chair.
“Mardon?” Joe called, his gun trained on the figure’s back.
“On your feet, hands on your head,” Joe ordered.
“You got me,” Mardon replied.
His voice carried that smug self-satisfaction Joe instantly hated.
Eddie signaled for Joe to move in, keeping his weapon steady.
Joe holstered his pistol and stepped closer.
“The night of the storm,” Mardon began, his tone reverent, “after S.T.A.R.
Labs blew, after our plane went down—I woke up alive.
When I saw what I could do, I understood…
I am God.”
Joe scowled.
“Shut the hell up.”
Mardon rose slowly.
Eddie barked, “Turn around!” But before either could act, a sudden howl of wind filled the barn.
Fog rolled across the floor, rattling the old walls.
Joe and Eddie exchanged a look of disbelief—then Mardon snapped his hands downward.
A violent burst of air exploded outward, hurling both men across the barn like ragdolls.
Eddie slammed into a beam and fell unconscious.
Joe, dazed and gasping for breath, struggled to rise.
His eyes widened as Mardon stepped forward, the wind swirling around him like an obedient beast.
“Do you think your guns can stop God?” Mardon taunted.
Joe spat blood.
Mardon actually paused, then smirked.
“You’re right.
I’ve been thinking too small.”
He spread his arms wide.
The air bent to his will, spiraling upward into a monstrous tornado.
The barn’s roof ripped apart like paper, planks splintering into the sky.
Joe dragged himself toward Eddie, trying to shield him from flying debris.
The tornado swelled, growing larger, faster, hungrier—its path veering toward the city.
Joe’s pulse hammered.
He had just witnessed the impossible: a dead man resurrected, now wielding the weather itself.
The storm roared, boards and metal scraps tearing free and spinning in deadly arcs.
A massive plank hurtled straight toward him.
Joe froze, certain this was the end—
Until a streak of Violet-gold lightning split through the air, smashing the board aside in a shower of sparks.
Joe blinked, stunned.
Another streak.
And another.
Lightning whipped around the barn, redirecting deadly debris away from him and Eddie.
Then—before Joe could even process—it scooped them both away from the collapsing structure in a blink.
“Barry!
Barry!
This thing’s getting closer—wind speeds are at 200 miles per hour and rising.
Can you hear me?” Cisco’s voice crackled through the communicator.
“Loud and clear,” Barry replied, his eyes fixed on the monstrous tornado.
“If it keeps building, this could become an F-5,” Cisco warned.
“How should I stop it?”
Static.
No immediate answer.
“What if I unravel it?” he suggested.
“What the hell does that even mean?” Caitlin shot back.
“I’ll run around it—in the opposite direction.
Cut off its legs,” Barry explained.
“You’d have to clock at least 700 miles per hour,” Cisco said, shooting Caitlin a glance.
Barry smirked faintly.
“Seven hundred?
Piece of cake.”
Then he was gone.
The world slowed to a crawl as Barry launched forward, Violet-gold lightning arcing off him.
He hit the tornado’s edge and began circling it, faster and faster, a glowing ring of electricity cutting through the storm.
Joe stumbled out of the wreckage just in time to see it: streaks of lightning spiraling around the tornado, fighting the storm itself.
His breath caught—the memory of a boy, eleven years old, describing a man inside the lightning the night his mother was murdered.
Back at S.T.A.R.
Labs, Cisco and Caitlin stared wide-eyed at the monitors.
BOOM.
The shockwave echoed across the fields.
The tornado buckled, its structure collapsing under Barry’s counterforce.
In seconds, the storm dissipated into nothing.
“Supersonic, baby!” Cisco cheered.
“Vitals are steady.
His body’s holding up,” Caitlin confirmed.
Mardon staggered back, stunned.
His tornado—gone.
His control—broken.
And there, standing in the settling dust, was Barry Allen.
Mask torn loose by the wind, his face loosely visible.
“It’s you,” Mardon breathed.
Recognition flickered.
“I didn’t think there was anyone else like me.”
“Don’t compare me to you,” Barry said evenly, his tone calm but unyielding.
“We are nothing alike.”
Mardon grinned—and pulled the trigger.
Before the bullet could hit, gunshots cracked from behind.
Barry looked behind and saw Joe firing.
The bullet struck true.
Mardon collapsed, lifeless.
“It’s over,” Barry said quietly, the wind falling silent around them.
Back at S.T.A.R.
Labs, Wells’s voice came through the comms.
“You really did it, Barry.
You were right.
I created this madness.
But you can stop it.
Thankyou Barry for showing me this” his voice passionate
Barry didn’t answer.
He knew better.
By dawn, the farm was swarming with officers.
Police tape marked the ruins.
Eddie sat with an EMT, bandaged on his head.
Barry leaned against Joe’s car, dressed once more as a CSI.
Joe stood beside him, still processing the night.
“Thanks for covering for me—as usual,” Barry said softly.
Joe nodded, then hesitated.
“What you can do…
It was the lightning bolt?”
Barry gave a faint smile.
“More or less.”
Joe’s voice broke slightly.
“I’m sorry, Barry.
I didn’t believe you.
I called you crazy for chasing the impossible.
But you were right.
You did see something that night.
The evidence was there, and we ignored it”
Barry said nothing, just staring at the horizon where dawn painted the sky.
“Barry,” Joe continued, his voice tightening, “you can’t tell Iris.
She can never know what you can do.
About any of this.
If there are more people out there like Mardon—or the man who killed your mom—I don’t want her anywhere near it.
Promise me.”
“You should know better she wont like when she eventually find out”
“She can’t, you and I will make sure of it”
“We can’t keep this secret forever, eventually this will come to light to the world by then she will know”
“Even so, I want to protect her till I can’t”
Barry exhaled slowly.
“Fine,” he muttered.
“But you owe me one.”
The city stirred awake in the distance.
And for Barry, this was just the beginning.
Hey guyz
Just to make a few things clear, its not a parallel universe.
Its a parallel multiverse, there will be parallel Earths but they will also be different from the Arrowverse.
As for Iris I think I have made perfectly clear about her.
P.S Any good idea for the Devoe arc?