Thad overwhelmed himself with too much information even for a speedster. Multiple timelines, knowledge... Experiences, studies. His mind running on overdrive trying to process everything he crammed and studied into his mind. Going past his limit was an understatement. He couldn't talk correctly. Saying random facts, nonsensical information or out of order..
" Can you hear the stars singing? Rhyming, chiming, timing every hour, every minute? The stars melting like ice cream, dream, clean nothing seems... The stars are raining, draining, pain...I think maybe later, no thank you.I doubt restraint is how you got to be the man you are today, play, way, no way! Highway, byway! This House is Bitchin.."
Now he just sat there with papers covered in illegible writing. You had to wait for his mind to burn out, or until you could find a way to help his mind cope with all of it.. It was easy to assume he would need or belong to Arkham.
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Fanfiction"that's just me, guy from the future who doesn't belong" "I'm a chorno expert not a tourist!" "I'm wondering if we change the timelines or... if they change us." Make your own future. Make your own past. It's. All. Right. Now! " " don't ever eve...
