Geoff Johns, the man that brought us universe-changing-sexually-frustrated-wall-punches and a Giant-Yellow-Glow-In-The-Dark-Space-Cricket-Of-Fear.
This man is the king of lame-ass plot devices.
I can hardly wait to see what he invents to make Barry work. Silver-age-monkies-of-making-the-audience-care-about-somebody-that's-been-dead-for-twenty-years?
