Barry Allen the paragon of love and Harem's

State vs. Queen

Barry (V.O.): In the year 2019, seven years from now, me and my friends faced a crisis that ended the multiverse. Oliver Queen; the green arrow, sacrifice his life to reboot the universe to give me a second chance. I am reliving Oliver's life after Lian Yu, which is mandarin  for purgatory. He wants me to keep his family safe, to save the multiverse, although I can't do it without a harem. To do this I must become what Oliver denied he was for years....

Flashback

Queen Manor, Parlor - Day

Moira stood in the parlour of Queen Manor, giving the press conference that would put her in prison.

Moira: My name is Moira Dearden Queen. I am the acting CEO of Queen Consolidated. And, God forgive me, I have failed this city. I have been complicit in an undertaking with one horrible purpose- to destroy the Glades and everyone in it.
(Shocked gasps ran through the crowd as Thea continued to watch on in horror)

Iron Heights - Night

A guard in the control room watched the newscast in stunned silence.

Reporter (From tv): If you reside in the Glades, please, you need to get out now. Your lives and the lives of your children depend on it. Please.

(Another guard walked into the room)

Guard 2: Warden says we got to evacuate. (He opened the weapon's cabinet and withdrew all the shotguns) Help me get these out of here.

Guard 1: What about the inmates?

(The first guard took several of the guns)

Guard 2 (Coldly): Leave 'em.

(The two guards ran out of the prison)

Cell Block - Night

The Count lay on his cot, reading a book. He had recovered several weeks ago from his Vertigo overdose and had been moved to the high security block at Iron Heights.

As he lay there, he thought he felt something but looking around he saw nothing. A few moments later, he noticed the light in his cell was swaying slightly.

Then the shaking really started.

The Count was thrown from his bed, and he rapidly scurried under it to avoid the shower of concrete and steel. By the time it was finished and he climbed out from under his bed, he was happily surprised to see his cell door was ajar. He squeezed through it, and saw something else that made him smile- the guard of the block, dead.

Prisoner 1: Help!

Prisoner 2: Yo, man! Come on!

Prisoner 1: Hey!

(He reached down and plucked the keys off of his belt)

Prisoner 2: Yo, man! Come on!

Prisoner 3: Come on!

Prisoner 4: Come on, man!

(The Count then started moving down the hall, waving the keys at all of the other prisoners still locked in their cells)

Prisoner 5: Over here, let me out!

Count: No.

Prisoner 6: Give me the keys!

(Another prisoner made a grab for the keys)

Count: No, no, too violent. (The Count moved down the cells) Too sloppy, too stupid. Too ambitious. (He paused in front of a cell and smiled wide) You. I love your work. (He handed the keys to the prisoner) Big future.