Time
Watching time flowing was like watching a flowing river. At times it was calming and soothing, but occasionally it could become explosive and exciting and unpredictable.
But of course, everything had a set path. Even as the Master of Time, Clockwork could see that. All those possible paths that time might take? Well, each decision spurns a different universe, and disconnects the two new worlds. Leaving him with billions upon billions of timelines to look over and watch.
And it was amusing to see the Observants get huffy and panicky over a small possibility that their world could end without Clockwork's intervention.
Oh, sure, in some universes the Observants do die, but it's really not Clockwork's plan to ever tell them that. Keeping the scores of Observants from different dimensions is never a chore at all though; as the Master of Time he has an acute sense of who is from what timeline. There are some dimensions where the Observants never come to exist, and those ones are the ones Clockwork secretly likes most.
Clockwork's the only one who can see time in its purest form, in all its beauty and glory, the only one who can look forward and back because really, to him, every single moment of time is the present. His lair lies at the literal center of the universe, with different versions of the Ghost Zone all connected to it, and different versions of Earth branching off of those.
In every dimension, Clockwork stands at the center, watching the slow ticking away of time, watching everything, watching everyone. Watching, to make sure no one tries to tamper with things they shouldn't.
