A word of friendly advice to my kidnappers (whoever you may be): It's not very smart to get your hands on the Flash only to drop him down in the middle of some alternate reality Kansas with friendly civilians and a pizza place directly across the street.
Unless you're the Flash's grandmother. And that's the only exception.
I mean come on you guys. I'm eating pizza with a bunch of kids who think I'm great. They even paid for it. I'm so confused yet well fed.