He Was Waiting for Me

"You're me!" Barry looked at the man stepping out of the black metal armor. He looked exactly like Barry, except for the grotesque scar on the right side of his face. The evil aura, laden with hateful killing intent, was unmistakable. In an instant, Barry understood how he had come into being. He was the consequence of Barry's time travel. But no matter what, Barry had never expected Savitar—the one who had appeared before him and brought him to the future where Iris was killed—to be himself. Why?