Earth 4
"Oh God, what did you do..?" Barry rushed to the bundles wound up on the floor, ignoring the caged chamber he had been thrown in and the daunting meta that had just kidnapped him. He knelt down and looked the babies over- yep, they were definitely Donnie and Dawn- and wrapped the blankets he brought around them to supplement for their poor swaddling. God, they're so small, he thought. He couldn't recall his own children being so little even at birth. As he took care to wrap them tightly, their little bodies squirming and whimpering as he did, Barry could feel his kidnapper watching over him. Without even turning around, Barry called to him, his voice cracking.
"I don't know what you did, but these children need to go to the hospital." For some reason placing some implied distance between him and these versions of his children helped him not to blur the lines. He touched this Dawn's cheek, and felt the burning sensation he had feared. "They're sick, they shouldn't be somewhere like this!"
The man's silence infuriated Barry, who was furiously trying to wrap the babies up in anything he could. Stripping down to just his undershirt and pants, Barry rested them back down on the makeshift bed and walked back up to the steel bars separating him and his assailant. The darkness shrouded the meta from plain sight, but his mechanical red eyes pierced the darkness and fog around them. Barry gripped the cell door. "Did you hear me? They can't be here! I came like you asked, now let me help them!"
The meta stared at him, letting silence take back over before rushing to the other side of the cage. A startled Barry glared at the meta, who was now inches from his face. "I brought you here to help them." A metal claw rose and pointed its tip straight at the twins." Before I'd have to kill them." Instinctively, Barry moved to protect them, and the meta laughed. That menacing laugh, the same as before, sent chills through Barry. Was he really going to keep them here? What was he supposed to do? He wasn't a doctor, he couldn't cure them. He lacked the supplies and facets to feed them too, so as far as he knew he was powerless. The meta's mechanical exterior lent no expression, no assistance, no hope. Barry swallowed hard. This thing was for real. He surrendered. "What am I supposed to do? I have no clothes for them, no food, and they need medici-"
Before Barry could finish, the meta seemingly fazed through the bars of the cage, and before he could register what had happened Barry was against the wall, the meta's powerful claw squeezing and piercing the skin around his neck. He began to choke. The red eyes intensified.
"You will help them or you will die. Their fate is yours now."
Just as quickly as he came the meta sped out and disappeared, dropping Barry onto the concrete floor. As he gasped to regain his breath, he moved against the wall, holding his neck and the wounds around it that began to drip. Where he had once stood, Barry noticed a small bag the meta had left behind. It was a bag of mediocre baby supplies and off brand baby medicine. How generous Barry thought, but even with his humor he couldn't shake the fear that left his muscles trembling.
Just what in the hell had he gotten himself into?