Author's Note : Hi and good day, lovely readers. I'm Demetria, or Tria, if you ever want address me anywhere or want to hit me up for a chat or anything. If you have seen this on A03, yep, that's me, the same old Demetria_0620. I'm more active there than here, but I'll keep this one updated as soon as I update it's twin there.

A little note about this story...because I worry that you might get confused.

This is an extension for my series on A03. The main focus of that series are Savitar-Evil!Barry-Len polyamourous's relationship, with Savitar and Barry being married and Len is the younger boyfriend of theirs. In that series, Barry has turned to villainy and after an unfair imprisonment that filled him with hatred. He resurrected the 'dead' Savitar from Earth-1, and utilized their combined power to wipe out all heroes and dominated his Earth as gods/supervillains. Evil Barry has established a wide network with criminals, villains and other 'morally fucked up' versions of Barry Allen in the multiverse.

The version of Barry Allen in this story is one of the 'morally fucked up' doppelgangers of him.

I'm not sure if this could even be considered as an alternate universe, but since you have catch up with the roots of the story, I hope neither of you are confused whenever I had to mention Savitar or Flash. I consider this piece as a spin-off of my Evil!Barry universe, since right now, my two ships that I'm willing to sink with are SaviBarry and SnowBarry.

I don't have anything against WestAllen though. I just preferred other ships because sometimes I think that WestAllen ship is cursed by the writers, and both of them have a jealous anti-love spirit attached to them. It annoyed me to hell.

Now, enough of my not-needed introduction. Enjoy the story, readers!

And do not forget to comment. It keeps me alive!

Disclaimer : I DO NOT own the Flash. This is a mere work of fanfiction.

It was mean of her.

She was very mean and hurtful.

They were supposed to have a romantic dinner together tonight. He even took early leave from his work to cook for her. It was supposed to be a nice relaxing evening, cuddling up to each other and watching random rom-com on the TV. He would give her the backrub she deserved, having her comforting warmth in his arms for the rest of the night. But here she was, challenging him with the threats of justice, saying all those horrible things to him while he stood there in utter silence and shock. Each of her words was like a sharp blade through his chest, wounding his heart that was so devotedly loyal to her. He would do anything for her. If she asked nicely, he would happily hand over himself to the police, admitting his crimes for the past year. He wouldn't even fight or plead for his non-existent innocence. He would admit for his crimes, each and every one of it...

If only she asked him nicely.

He loved her. He loved her so much. He would do anything to make she loved him, even giving up his freedom and tell the truth to the public.

Anything. Anything for her love.

But she didn't love him back. He was just another headlines. Her prime suspect.

She never loved him. These six months since they started dating? Three months since he gifted her this apartment and asked her to move in with him? They were all lies.

She never loved him in the first place.

The Flash was right. Savitar perfectly won the gloating rights.

Iris West could not be trusted.

"Please do, Caitlin. I would really appreciate it if you tell me if she is safe with you," he said to the phone, his voice thick with fake concern and worries, his lips quirked to a taunting smile when he stroked her hair off her face, tracing his thumb underneath her eyes to wipe the tears that dampened her cheeks. Caitlin—or Frost, whichever was dormant for now, he didn't care—said something to assure him from the other line but he wasn't really listening. He gripped her chin gently with his thumb and index finger, tilting her face up.

Green eyes filled with malice and anger met the terrified teary brown eyes.

He smirked.

"Thank you, Caitlin. Please keep me updated," he murmured to the phone, before bidding good night to the ice vigilante, switching the device off and tossed it away.

The light of hope in those terrified brown eyes vanished, and been replaced with utter fear.

He huffed a sharp bitter laugh.

Did she really think her little superhero team could save her?

What a joke.

Gently, lovingly, he pressed his lips to her forehead, feeling her body flinched underneath his touch as if the idea of him touching her disgusted her so much. A twisting pain swelled in his chest at that reaction as he retreated, untying her gag and murmured with voice so broken and betrayed;

"I really do love you, you know?"

He smashed his lips to hers before she could even scream for help.

He should've listened to The Flash and Savitar.