Olly had heard about Walter West and Green Lantern's attempts into time travel and wasn't happy. He could've done countless damages including destroying everything. While no one would allow him to have a chat with Walt one on one he'd need to take matters into his own hands. He also knew that once people like Ginnie and James found out, they wouldn't be happy. But Olly didn't care any more. He'd asked for a one on one and been shut down. They'd insisted they'd take care of it and he'd learned his lesson. Problem was they didn't know a damn thing about time travel. Olly suspected James might have simply been going along with Ginnie to appease her as well as his sister. Ginnie on the other hand seemed to be under the impression that he answered to her, he did not, especially when it came to time travel. Basically Walt was going to learn an important lesson. Just because you could time travel didn't mean you should.

So Olly was in Central City, since that was the best place to find a Flash. He would've preferred to do this in an easier way but his hands were tied. So he began going bank to bank, simply waiting for someone to rob it and Flash to show up. For all the crap Gotham got Olly didn't have to wait long. Gotham's villains may be insane but Central City's were consistent. He was hanging out, filling out withdraw slips when then masked group came in. They ordered everyone on the floor and Olly simply stared at them before looking down at his clothes. He was wearing a black trench coat, yellow dress shirt and vest, black tie and black dress pants. His coat was wrapped tightly around him to hide the gun and sword he had on him.

"Do you have any idea how expensive my clothes are? No, I'm not getting down."

They moved towards him, likely to shoot him. They weren't the kind who were prepared to kill, he could see it in their eyes. The problem was he was fine with killing, but it wouldn't help, this time. He quickly reached into his coat and grabbed his gun, firing. But instead he was only hitting them in the knee. Quickly he had all three on the ground groaning and he emptied the spent shells from his gun before reloading.

"And he should be here in Three....Two...."

"-One!" 

Walt glanced at the clock high on the wall of the bank and beamed.

"Not bad! And the Kid's probably still in bed, the lazy shi-" Walt noticed the men bleeding all over the floor.

That's not fair. Between the crying and the cradling of wounds, this is actually quite neat. So Walt turned his attention to Olly. 

"Boy, you really are one for preventative justice, huh? Not to mention the theater- look at these people!" Walt turned his head to get a view of the bank's employees and patrons, mostly blubbering on the floor. Walt turned back to Olly with patient, playful sternness. "You shouldn't have!"

Walt was gone, the men deposited in the nearest hospital, and Walt was back. Meeting his colleague's gaze, Walt sighed shortly.

"So to what do I owe this assault? You need White Stripes tickets, or what?" Walt flicked a finger towards Olly's outfit.

"And do you mind if we take this elsewhere? I hate conducting my business in places of business."

As Flash appeared right on schedule Olly finished reloading his gun and placed it back in the holster. He ignored his banter at first, already knowing it was coming.

"My clothes cost more than they were going to take, plus you were late."

Was his simple explanation. Sure it was shallow to not to want to lay down on the dirty floor to save his clothes but he didn't care. He loved his clothes and looking good had always been important to him. He ignored most of Flash's other comment before opening a portal between the two of them as the police could be heard nearing the location. At least one of the thieves had gone into shock but he'd be fine, probably. Well all of their legs were likely destroyed for life but Olly wasn't too concerned.

"Come with me Mr. W.....Flash. I'd hate to have to chase you."

He said with a smirk before lighting a cigarette and stepping through the portal. The portal opened on a roof two blocks away and judging by the sun it was a little bit later in the day. He was trying to be polite, giving him the chance to come along willingly and make it easier on everyone. Of course if he didn't it would only slow down Olly, not stop him. Olivier often came across as laid back and sometimes even lazy. However he was just patient, something that comes with 400+ years of experience and an ability to time travel. He'd get Walt and have a chat with him one way or another. Sure he could put a SHIELD APB out on him but that likely wouldn't last long. Not to mention he knew of a handful of universes he could dump him in to get his point across.

Upon exiting the portal Olly glanced out at the city-scape before sitting down on the ledge, taking a drag of his cigarette. He adjusted his coat around himself as the breeze began to blow it. He didn't like the idea of being accused of intimidation by showing his gun and sword. Then again his gun and sword wouldn't do much against Walt, well not directly. Of course using the gun was plan C, he would rather not get there.

The first of the squad cars screeched to a halt outside the building as Olly opened the portal. Walt, bearing a patient grimace, swung around and strode to the bank's entrance in a few quick steps. Holding the door open, he waved towards the nearest cop as he pulled himself out of his car. The officer stretched his hand toward the holster on his hip before noticing the speedster and smiling.

"Flash! Everything okay in there?"

"Yeah, Flaherty." Walt responded wearily, but with noticeable fondness in his voice. "Party's over."

Turning back towards the portal, Walt's expression cracked into a more comfortable facade, and he sped through the rift onto the roof with Olly. 

Holding his arms out expectantly, the speedster grinned. "So what's the deal, Timmy Time? Am I grounded? Four million years dungeon? If my father couldn't keep me in time-out, there's not much hope for you." Nevertheless, Walt did look forward to this discussion- particularly the conflict stage.

Let's just see how much fun it'll be to get in trouble with a time-cop.

Olly ignored Walt's comment when he came through the portal. He sat there calmly, smoking his cigarette and simply watching him.

"Not Timmy Time. You will address me as Olivier, Agent Madrox or by my dumb call sign of Time Lord. I also have a wide variety of aliases but we can get to later, depending on how this all goes. As for grounding you, well, your father didn't have access to the multiple universes like I do, namely one with no Speed Force. Now I have no desire to punish you like that, well, ok not MUCH of a desire. You could prove useful, probably."

He said with a sigh. He extinguished his cigarette before standing up and stretching. He ran his fingers through his messy almost shoulder length hair.

"I know that when Marvel and Scion were.....teleported, you decided to ignore the mass message of them being alive and going to save them. Now on the one hand we can blame poor information transfer but there's more. You see, just because someone can travel through time doesn't mean you should, and you certainly shouldn't meddle."

He began to pace back and forth, occasionally glancing over at him as he did. But he was silent, thinking before stopping and pulling out his journal from his coat. He flipped through some pages before glancing over at Walt then putting the journal back in his coat.

"I'm guessing you couldn't get to that right time, no matter how hard you tried. You see time is essentially a sentient being. Well sentient is not quite right but close enough for this dialect."

Walt sighed.

"Is Ben Stein one of those aliases? You're killing me." Walt crossed his arms behind his neck and started pacing.

"Arright, y'know, granted: I didn't check my inbox that day. But it isn't like Lydia was chilling in Starbucks, either. She was gone, is my point. We got her back. If time is sentient, then he kidnapped my friend. The way you talk, it's like you haven't built a career out of meddling." The last few words in Walt's opening statement were tinged with a heavy dose of satire.

His mind somewhat focused on the challenge of escaping from a dimension with no Speed Force, Walt stopped for a moment and turned to Olly.

"Come to think of it, we did take a side trip. Ran into a gentleman- you may have liked him! Or you may have resented him, he seemed to be good at his job. But in any case, I don't see anything so out of the ordinary to suggest that everything didn't go perfectly. You're still accidentally robbing banks and casually committing the crimes we're supposed to prevent, so unless you've got a monologue I haven't heard a thousand times, let's skip to the end of this, Timex."

"No you imbecile. Captain Marvel and Scion were returned because I got lucky when I was 12 and stumbled upon them. Now yes, I did meddle when I was younger, I won't deny that. Hell 3rd Century Italy will always be a mess thanks to me. But if you shut up for once, and I know that's tough, I'm trying to save you from ending up in NoWhen. I'm trying to help you not make the same mistakes I did when I was your age....or will be. My own age is another matter."

He said crossing his arms. The kid was frustrating and annoying him. He knew Walt could be annoying but didn't think he'd be this bad. Walt had proven him wrong in a a matter of seconds which was actually kind of impressive. If it were in another situation he'd actually like him. Truth be told he saw a lot of himself in Walt and knew it was possible he'd be like him.

"I know how easy it is to just go ahead and pop around in time and at a base level it seems like you're doing the right thing. But some things are going to happen regardless. Do you have any idea how many times Hitler has been killed? 403. If time wants something to happen it will happen, like with Scion and Captain Marvel. There's a reason you couldn't get there to save them. While they were gone their powers got stronger, we will need those powers coming up."

He sighed and opened a small portal flicking his cigarette into it before turning his attention back to Walt. He knew just talking to him wouldn't work. He adjusted his coat before opening a portal between the two.

"Since you don't seem to want to listen to me, perhaps I'll show you. I'm going to show you what would have happened had you two actually been successful and saved Scion and Marvel before anything had even happened. Everyone should get to see the results of their actions. Now when we get there I know it'll be hard, but just observe. This is not only another time line but also another universe. After you..."

He said motioning to the portal.

"Imbecile," Walt stifled a bark of laughter. You really hit me where it hurts, Maddie! You pick the one up in third-century Italy? Walt hoped this lecture wouldn't run into his next one- he still had to get reamed out by Ginnie about how time travel didn't exempt him from his weekly quotas.

"Four hundred three? That's just... lazy!" Walt smirked at Olly's pompous efforts to intimidate him. 

Like I haven't heard this speech before. I'd rather hear it from Dad- at least he had the sense to realize he couldn't scare me into forbearance. Despite his jokes, Walt could already feel impatience beginning to boil beneath his skin as he wondered sardonically how vastly improved Olly thought the world would be if Lydia had remained lost.

As unlikely as Walt expected it to be for the bedraggled-looking man before him to change sway him, he knew it was well within the latter's power to nag him until the literal end of time. So he groaned, stuffed his hands in his suit's pockets, and slouched through the portal. "They better have pizza," Walt said with a tone of over-the-top childishness.

"If you behave yourself I'll even take you back to try a piece of the very first pizza, quite delicious in its simplicity, if a bit burnt for my taste."

He said following him through the portal. The appeared on a roof top in Times Square, just below was T'Shan fighting the robot. But right as he was about to strike Flash and Marty appeared into a burst of light and stopped everything. Olly looked down and shook his head.

"It's easy to believe you're on the right until you see the outcome of your actions. Knowing I'm a bad person helps me sleep at night, I think. Come on, let's see what the world looks like 2 years from now. Just remember our deal, you only watch. Otherwise I dump you in a universe with no speed force and you hope I remember which one."

He opened another portal next to them. He nodded his head and stepped inside the portal and came out on the same roof. Only now the world was a wasteland. Soliders dressed in black marched through the streets. Several heroes and even some villains' bodies were strung up all around there, among them Lydia, T'Shan, James, Ginnie, Marty, Walt and several others who were harder to make out.

"You see the key is learning to read your environment. Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly gotten the feeling like you're not welcome there and shouldn't be there? Time travel is very similar. The world where I didn't stumble upon them isn't very different. More in-fighting, but nothing but death. Except in the future, well some of them, Lydia and T'Shan have a lovely family. Kind of a new Adam and Eve type of thing."

He said before crossing his arms. He looked down as a familiar portal opened in front of the army. Olly, Rayne, some sort of new Batman, Jor and Adam came out shooting. They didn't last long as more soldiers took them out. Between the soldiers weapons and apparent powers the heroes were no match for them.

"I hate watching me die, you think I'd be used to it by now. I would never stop you from time travelling, hell I encourage it. By all means see all of history. The key is learning when you should interfere. If you ever need an ego boost go back a couple thousand years, they'll call you all nature of god or angel. Yes I have abused that, got a kid out of it near Nazarath a couple thousand years ago. Mom was nice, kinda freaky but nice."

Walt took the tour with stagnant interest and growing impatience. Seeing the fight beneath him as he stood on the rooftop, he thought immediately of his own Lydia, safe at home, and found himself able to refrain from interfering with surprising ease.

Next, looking around at the ashen replica of his world, he witnessed the heroes and villains strung up around him made and failed to stifle a smile.

"Yeesh. These goobers never learned to duck, I guess." He pushed a nearby body hanging from a rope. "Hey, you ever watch The Walking Dead?"

Naturally, Olly began to ramble, but Walt barely made it to the old man's comparison of time travel to sensitivity to social cues. The irony of receiving this speech from Olly at this point became too ironic.

Walt regained focus as he watched the shambles of a military force get decimated. He flipped a hand and shook his head , watching the scene unfold, and talking over Olly (who Walt registered passively was bragging about being an absentee father.)

"Aw, see, c'mon. That's just poor strategy. Nice to see this version also has a new Batman every week or so, though. Unreasonable, to boot- my Jor definitely has the sense not to 'port into the front lines like that. I do like seeing you get shot, though. Definite score-booster. You know, you definitely undersold time-traveling!" Walt was beaming at this point, thoroughly enjoying himself.  "I've gotta bring Marty back here- hell, Lydia, Ginnie, James, they're all gonna wanna see this!" Walt nodded and smiled appreciatively at the alt-Olly's corpse.

Probably not that so much, Walt thought, glancing at the battered and beaten edition of Jor. But a definite four-star in my book.

"That's the issue about seeing alternate time lines and so forth. Naturally some things aren't the same. For starters in this one Lydia was dating that vampire kid...what's his name....Shawn, Stan.....Sebastian, him."

He said with a shrug. He sat down on the ledge and looked over at Walt. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it before looking at it and then back to him.

"I feel like I'm expected to make an off handed remark about cigarettes killing me instead of some enemy. Sounds poorly written and poorly conceived...."

He said before glancing over at Walt. He took a drag and then stood up, stretching a bit.

"Look, you're a smart kid, I get that. Yes I'm calling you a kid, but it's an old habit from spending too much time on this planet, but I could also just be an asshole. Yeah, probably that one."

He said with a sigh. He wouldn't accept some sort of dickishness or superiority. It had worked on a lot of people in the past but so far not him. He was way too smart, or too much of a prick. Olly wasn't entirely sure actually but he had a feeling he'd figure it out.

"Also I wanted to thank you for saving Carol Danvers, been working on that for awhile with no luck. I could come up with excuses, hell some might even be decent. But you did what I couldn't, I appreciate that. I need you to know though I am trying to help you. Yeah I've done terrible things and when my time comes I'm going to pay good. I was Jack the Ripper, my sister set the Roman Fire after I was forced into being a gladiator, a few thousand years from now I'll be King of the High British Empire, and there's a decent chance Jesus Christ is my son...that's just the tip of the iceberg really. I'm told my SHIELD background check took over a year and may have consisted of a couple people flipping through history books looking for mention of me. There's a really nice image of me in a few paintings, but I am biased."

He said trailing off before standing up. Just as he did a soldier burst through the door, some sort of odd pistol at the ready. Without even looking Olly shoved him off the side of the building before turning his full attention to Walt. It seemed he'd been staring off into the distance more frequently lately.

"Relax, robot scout who was about to have a building fall on him anyways. But anyways, I was, physically, about 14 when I was hanging out in prehistoric times, messing with wheels and what not when suddenly I was pulled into NoWhen. Sort of like a prison for those who have pissed off Time itself. Not sure how long I was there for, a prison without time is tough like that. Honestly it was a lot of version of me, you, my sister, and a couple dicks wearing gold, but mostly us. I received a warning but in the end you spend eternity there until Time gets bored apparently. I didn't fully understand it actually, Time is vague like that. Just saying, you need to be more careful running through time. Hell one universe is just a TV show about another Flash apparently doing just that. I think they're running out of plot ideas."

Taking in the details of his present environment, Walt allowed Olly's monologue to dim to a muted ramble in the background of his attention. His back to the Time Lord, Walt leaned over the side of the building and looked down and around. His head twitched around when he heard Carol's name, and he bit back a bark of laughter.

"Oh, well, who can blame you for not making the trip? I imagine it's a full-time job, distributing bastard children across millennia. I'm almost surprised you even have time to be hypocritical!"

Then Olly through a man off a building. Walt, irritated, tilted his head and gestured in a physical representation of really?

Skirting down the side of the building and then back up with the man in tow, Olly revealed the identity of the armed would-be assailant. Walt grunted in understanding, but with no hint of approval. With a shuddering hand, Walt tore a few choice wires from the core of the machine as the static that was Olly's sanctimoniousness waxed on. Examining the metal frame, he prodded and sifted through the circuitry.

Jor might enjoy taking a look at this... Hell, Ginnie would love it. I'd take it back as a souvenir if I didn't think it would result in the creation of a robot army. Last thing I want to do is see that dingus's expression if it turned out he was right about anything, Walt thought as he glanced up at Olly.

The dingus in question seemed to stopped speaking, so Walt groaned, sighed, stood, and faced the Time Lord.

"Look," he started, painfully but patiently. "Thank you. Alright? I get it: you're trying to help. You're trying to keep me from making a decision I don't know anything about, and I can appreciate that. But, Olly," Walt adopted a facsimile of gentleness as he proceeded, "You gotta understand that it doesn't even matter if you're right. If it started a war, if it ended the world... if it cost me my powers..." Walt summoned this last with visible difficulty, and paused before proceeding.

"It wouldn't matter. It was Lydia, you know?" Walt looked at Olly, trying to determine if he was wasting his time trying to convey what he meant.

"I'm sorry if that puts us at odds. The way I do things now, I've gotten to know what that's like."

Whoa, roll it back. Don't start pouring your heart out to this guy. He sighed again.

"Point is, I respect you trying to do your job. I know you have to try. But if it's my decision- and things being what they are, it seems like it is- I'm going to do what I have to. If it gets me landed in NoWhen, either I'll die, or I'll get out and I'll do it again." Walt spread his arms wide, before dropping them after a moment. Then he swung a finger around, gesturing at the world as it stood around them.

"I don't care about this. I'm sorry. If this is the world without Lydia, I'd prefer it." 

Walt held his gaze with the older man for a moment, then turned away and fidgeted with his glove.

"Now, you, my good man, made mention of some form of pizza."

When Walt snapped at him about bastard children Olly simply sat there and looked at him. That was mostly because he knew shooting him wouldn't prove useful. It'd be a waste of a bullet, as annoying as Walt was, he was too skilled.

"Feel better? But for the record only one child was out of wed-lock. I'm sorry I wasn't so strong willed as you when I was 16. But at least I didn't try and date a criminal so there's that I guess."

He didn't care that Walt was angry. Yes Olly had just pushed a man off a building and honestly, wasn't even entirely sure it was a robot. He could easily be confused, he often was. Hell he was only half certain he was talking to the right Walt. He had a tendency to get universes mixed up. He once tried to have a conversation with JJ only to realize they were in the universe he never met Rayne.

"I'm only trying to help Flash. I just ask one thing, remember that time-travel isn't always the answer. It's a lesson every time traveler learns. I'd just like to see you not learn it the hard way. You're a good kid and you have greatness before you. I'd hate to see you end up, well like me. Easily one of the most, if not hated than dis-liked, people in SHIELD. Which given their past rosters is mildly impressive."

At the mention of pizza he stood up and stretched a bit. He had promised the kid pizza and he may be a former pirate, future King and alleged serial killer, as he still fought the whole 'Jack the Ripper' thing, but he was a man of his word.

"Pretty sure I mentioned the first pizza but honestly it's not that good. I know a nice little universe that has another kind of cheese and a few other herbs we don't have. One is like a combination of basil, crushed red pepper and sugar. I tried growing it here, wrong stuff in the atmosphere."

He said opening a portal in front of them. He motioned to it before stepping inside it. When he was about half way he glanced at the taken apart robot missing pieces.

"Just a heads up, inter-dimensional travel can sometimes fry or change circuitry."

He said before walking all the way through.