[ WP ] A superhero whose power is to see one minute into the future meets his match when he meets a villain whose power is to rewind time by one minute .

Timothy, or `` Tim Time'' as he was known to the public, focused on the future. He took note of everything in his surroundings, something that he could use to his advantage, something to stop Redo in his tracks. Now was the time to strike. Redo, both now and in the future, was busy monologuing about how Tim had `` finally met his match'' and how there was `` nothing he could do'' to stop him. Tim himself was too busy figuring out a plan to pay him any attention, with Tim and Redo knowing the other was just getting ready to strike. 
 
 `` Fifteen. Fucking. Years.'' 
 
 Tim was snapped out of his concentration by his premonition. 
 
 `` FIFTEEN FUCKING YEARS!'' Redo's future self screamed, shaking violently, his voice dripping with a mixture of anger, despair and disappointment. 
 
 Redo currently continued blabbering on about his master plan, and how by going back a minute he could stop whatever Tim tried to do, but Redo's future self was n't so optimistic. He seemed to stare beyond Tim, through his soul and into an imaginary abyss, oblivious to what surrounded him. 
 
 Redo smiled ( or rather, was about to smile ) at Tim like a madman, `` there's that look, you've seen what I'm about to do'' he continued, speaking as though he might snap and attack at any moment, `` No matter what I try, you see it coming. Any change I make you know I do it. I travel back in time and do something different, try to catch you off guard'' Redo took a deep breath. He seemed rushed, yet rehearsed. As if he had said this all this before, yet was still racing against time. `` I ca n't. And I've tried. Tens of millions... Hundreds of millions of times. This was going to be my legacy, this was it. It was now or never. I could n't let go, went mad, sometimes I would spend the minute just laughing, or crying. I got to know you. Even found a way to kill you a couple of times, but that does n't work out for me either.'' He glanced at his stopwatch, before drawing a gun from his pocket. 
 
 `` Fifteen years is just a guess you know. It could be fourteen, or twenty. I do n't know. All I know is that I ca n't stand another minute of this one. Do n't change anything. I know it's hard for you, but let this happen. Please.'' Redo pointed the pistol at his own head. `` And most of all, this time, do n't try to save me.'' 
 
 The gunshot echoed in his vision just as Tim was drawn back to the present by a familiar voice. 
 
 `` Fifteen. Fucking. Years.''
