On that note, Deathstorm was ready to strike, but when the long haired man turned around and revealed his features, he snatched his fire back inside of his body with a grin. “I thought you looked familiar.” He paused; his wicked mind turning at the potential of the possibility. “I didn’t know reverb had a doppelgänger.” He assumed, given the man in front of him was not only hairstyle but fashion challenged in comparison to his e2 counterpart.
“Reverb? Who the hell is Reverb?” Cisco asked, cocking his head to the side at the leather clad Ronnie look alike. “You’re not Ronnie. Our Ronnie is gone. Who the hell are you, and why do you look like him?”
Cisco backup 