My name is Harrison Wells, and this is the stupidest thing I ever agreed to.

I was the smartest man alive on my world. I was a billionaire with a rich company and a never-ending retirement fund, but on this world, I'm reduced to playing dress-up.

"Wow, Harry!" Ramone giggled. If my mind had evolved to the point where I could employ telepathy, he would have been squeezed into a vase. "I almost gave up on trying to get even with you, but I guess karma loves me."

I had slipped on Garrick's suit and was wearing a metal bowl with wings on my head. How Garrick ran around in the costume in public was beyond me. Barry was in Star City helping this world's version of Green Arrow with something. Meanwhile, Zoom had sent another villain to kill him who was waiting in this city for Barry to come back. This villain is one that has a personal vendetta with Garrick and I, so Ramon said, "You think if he thought this earth had a Harry who's the Flash, it'd scare him out of his deal with Zoom?" and now I'm wearing a soup bowl on my head.

"Okay, we have this earth's Isaac Bowin under house arrest, so we're safe to fight your Isaac Bowin." Caitlyn said, trying to sound encouraging.

Garrick held back a laugh and turned to me. "And remember, the Fiddler is-"

"I know how the Fiddler works, Garrick." I growled, trying to shove him off. "And you'd best get me there soon."

"I know." Ramon smirked. "If we're anywhere in earshot of his violin, we'll be hypnotized into classical music-loving zombies."

"No, I want to get this over with as quickly as possible." I said, and we were off to Isaac Bowin's location by the river.

To get things into perspective, Isaac Bowin is a career criminal who was born in an Indian prison. He was raised by an Indian hypnotist who taught him the art of hypnotism through sound. Eventually, Bowin's skill surpassed his teacher's, and he broke out of the prison by hypnotizing the guards using the sounds made from three rocks banging together. Then, he made his way back to Central city, stole a prototype sound burster that STAR labs was developing, and went about petty crimes as the Fiddler. We did not build the sound burster in the shape of a violin on purpose. It just turned out that way.

Anyway, the stolen invention gave him a great respect for me, and he fears Garrick because one time, Garrick ripped out his earplugs while he was playing his sound burster. He hypnotized himself for nine months and could do nothing but blink and breathe. When he snapped out of it, he developed an extreme fear of Garrick.

When we got to the location, I put my earplugs in and Garrick's helmet on. There was a plasma gun on my belt if things went wrong. I stepped out of the van, and the others drove away. My earplugs were developed to turn every tone I heard into the same frequency, but I still heard their laughing.

I walked around and waited for a while until the familiar face of Isaac Bowin appeared, stepping into view. He was wearing the green armoured battle-suit that coincidentally looked like a blazer, and a white pair of technologically developed earplugs that coincidentally looked like a powdered wig. As soon as he saw me, the confidence in his face dropped, and he displayed this odd mix of fear and admiration, like Ramone when he bumped into Golden Glider at a concert.

"Zoom didn't say you were the Flash on this earth." he said, his voice trembling. "And in our Flash's suit, no less."

It was working. "My name is Harrison Wells, the smartest man alive. I also developed a prototype sound burster, and I know exactly how that one works. I suggest you leave before I destroy your violin and send you to prison."

"I know what you can do." Bowin sighed. "I also know what Zoom can do, and there's no way that you're more intimidating than him."

It was going badly. I braced myself as Bowin brought his violin up and struck his bow across the strings, the sound amplified by the microphones. The earplugs in my ears were working. They reduced all the sounds to the same frequency so all I heard were the same repeated note. However, any passers-by were shaking in their hypnotized forms and trying to bludgeon themselves with whatever they could find. One was banging his head against a tree and another was trying to drown herself in a lake. I had to stop it.

I ran up and tried to grab the violin out of Bowin's arms. I got him to break the spell, and the bystanders started to run away screaming. Bowin struck a chord and a sound wave blasted me backwards. My head hit the ground and my vision went blurry.

"Do you not have your speed?" Bowin asked, growing a sneer on his face. "You don't have your speed. Well, that makes this easier."

I pulled the plasma gun out of my belt, but Bowin struck another chord on his violin, blasting me backwards and making one of my earplugs fall out. That was it. If he played anything else, I'd either be hypnotized or my eardrums would implode. I aimed my gun and fired, missing my target by a bit. But the shock was enough to make him drop his bow.

I jumped up and tackled him to the ground. My first order of business was to smash the violin. I grabbed it by the neck and threw it on the ground, breaking it in half. Bowin fell over and tried plucking some strings on the violin with his fingers. There was a tingling feeling in my prefrontal cortex and I had to stop it. I brought my foot back and kicked him in the neck, knocking him out on the ground.

I slapped some cuffs on him and put my earpads on him so he couldn't hear himself do anything. An hour later, Ramone came back in the van and drove past me. He jumped out and grinned, "Harry saved the day!"

"Yes, thank you." I growled. "Your plan worked out great, by the way."

"Sorry about that." Caitlyn said, this time also trying to hide a snicker. "We couldn't talk to you without..."

"What?" I asked.

"Well, you know how you kept using Cisco's computer and he said he'd get his revenge some day?" Garrick smirked.

I sighed, "Wasn't me wearing this suit revenge enough?"

"Nope." Garrick laughed. "He... I tried to stop him, I swear."

"What did he do?!"

"He put an adhesive inside the helmet that's activated by temperature. So... until the glue wears off in three days, that helmet is stuck on your head."

I tired pulling off the helmet, but it was stuck to my hair. I tried harder, but all I did was tug on my hair and scalp. So, I did the next most logical option and tried to kill Ramon. If he hadn't run away and jumped in a lake, he would be extremely flat right now.

Thanks for reading, and if you have any other ideas for me, just let me know! This chapter was a request by ReverseFlash32. Until next time!