Everyone that knew him was deeply afraid of Sebastian.
Why would you not, though?

Everyone that knew him was deeply softened of Barry.
Why would you not, though?

The thing is, they are both the same person.
What happens when the two personalities came through together when Sebastian appeared when everyone only knew of Barry?

This happens.

-----

Barry was currently looking at Snart; highly confused. He had placed down his weapon, then continued to kick it away from himself, while making sure that there was no way for anyone to hear or see their interactions.

Back at STAR Labs, they'd all just lost signal to Barry, so had no way of being able to check on him. Honestly, this was becoming a regular occurrence; it didn't worry them much now. They were still able to monitor his vitals.

Barry was stood there for quite a while, before he finally spoke up, slipping into Sebastian at his annoyance that he was currently feeling towards Snart. "I know I may be sexy, but are you going to continue staring like a blundering baboon?" He asked, removing his mask so that Snart could see his raised eyebrow.

Snart seemed thrown by Barry's question, but quickly covered it by replying with, "no, I was just thinking, how long have you had this other cover? This villainous side to you? Surely you could not have hidden it from your family and friends, or at least minimal of Team Flash?"

Frowning slightly, Barry looked at Snart questionably, keeping his answer as minimal as he can, just in case that Snart was bluffing for some unapparent reason. "You mean my High School years? Oh, only since High School and no one knows of it."

"Now Scarlet, or should I call you Sebastian Smythe, surely you have told someone about it?" Snart replied.

Stalking forwards, like a predator hunting its prey, Sebastian got into Snart's face, before whispering dangerously down to Snart, "that's my name, don't wear it out." Coming to more of a 'normal' tone, Sebastian then continued, his eyes searching Snart's face for an answer to the unasked question, "what do you want? To blackmail me? Demand something of me?"

Looking bravely up at him, though he was cowering slightly under the harsh gaze, Snart replied with, "none of that. Just wanted to know if the Scarlet Speedster has a dark past. Whether the information that I had collected truly linked together properly. See, I thought I recognised your face when we first met. I only just linked it together. Even though the villain groups here do we hear of this amazing Sebastian Smythe, someone who everyone feared just after one encounter. The name became famous within all villains. You see, when you disappeared, a great spark of discussion erupted into the world I link to."

"Oh, whys that? They think that this legendary character was imprisoned?" Sebastian snarked.

"No, that everyone knew you had not been taken down," Snart replied strong, his voice not wavering.

"Colour me impressed. You all seem to hold together to those who you see in." Sebastian replied, his smirk spread across his face.

Snart smirked slightly in return, sitting half-slanted on his face. "We villains are loyal to those who earn our respect. Now, Scarlet, what could someone like you do to have earned this respect? All I see is a spandex-wearing hero." Snart questioned, staring into Sebastian's eyes.

"Only having people cower if I look at them. Make people be rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. Make people try to kill themselves because of me. I really could go on." Sebastian growled, eye's thundering down on Snart like he was a piece of crap beneath his shoe.

"I heard you sang and danced," Snart said, trying to not quiver under Sebastian's rock gaze.

"Hum, yes, I did sing and dance. I did do sports. I was the captain of the clubs. You know what though?" Sebastian asked.

Snart shook his head when he saw that Sebastian was looking for an answer.

"If I were to describe what I was to do to everyone in the teams, I would be a slave driver, that is until I get serious about it. Being in the military is simpler than being in my teams under my rule, I have fucking proof for it," Sebastian stated. "I was sexist when it came down to who I did or did not like. Females were just needy bitches that need everything handed to them on silver platters. I did so. I handed their filthy ass to them on silver platters," Sebastian smirked.

He gained a shocked look from Snart.

"I was cold and ruthless, even during the singing and dancing. I took no prisoners. You followed my rules, or you were as good as dead. The teachers followed my rules. I was in charge of everyone. You displease me? Then I made sure that you were left for the dogs, that could have been something as simple as complete public embarrassment so that you were forever a public mockery. I did it to someone because they had gone out with friends when I had told them to train until they dropped like the worthless sacks they are," Sebastian growled, towering over Snart.

-----

Through all the monologue, Snart realised something; he had crossed over a perilous line. He was left shaking slightly in his boots, he knew that his suit was monitoring all this, that most of the Rogues would know about this by morning.

He was afraid of nothing.
Except for an angry Flash.
Mainly after he had just found out that he is Sebastian Smythe - someone everyone in the villain world fears.

-----

"Now, Snart, are you going to continue to piss yourself or are you going to speak?" Sebastian questioned him, his smirk widening as he raised a single eyebrow at him.

Trying to act braver then he felt, Snart replied, his voice wavering slightly, "over-exaggeration. You were just with spoiled brats that would cry at the first moment someone did something nasty to them."

"Oh, does that make you a 'spoiled brat', you seem to have developed a shake there. I don't think it is cold enough for Captain Cold to get a chill. Tell me, Snart, do you like their screams when you use your gun?" Sebastian smirked, before continuing, "do you live to see the fear pour out of them just when you see them? Do you love to see them want to piss themselves when you look at them? Tell me then, do you get filled with energy when they are filled with pain because of you?" Sebastian sneered, making Snart shrink slightly over his towering force.

"I...er..." Snart stammered, wanting to shrink into the floor.

Smirking wildly at Snart's behaviour, Sebastian asked him, "all that, all that I asked you is true for me. Why do you think I love to look at everyone in the eye? Because I want to see the fear in their eyes. It thrills me to see it. Something primal that ignites my whole body, making me thrum with energy." Sebastian walked forwards, closing all space between himself and Snart, making the scared man stumble back in fright.

His smirk widened again when he saw him fully tumble. This was short-lived; when he felt someone approach from behind.

In a movement too quick for anyone to blink—he had pinned the person to the floor by their neck, right next to the fallen over Snart. Sebastian sneer dropped when he saw Cisco beneath his gloved hand, white with fear.

- He could already smell the urine. -

Getting up, growling a few profound words to himself, Sebastian waited for Cisco to get up. Snart seemed to have frozen at the shock of what had been happening in front of him.

"Why did you come?" Sebastian asked, nearly growling.

"Your vitals were shooting up, and we wanted to make sure that you were ok... I see that you are now, though..." Cisco said, stumbling over his words. He was not afraid to emit that he was petrified of the Barry that was currently looking at him like he was just meat to a kill. "I...er... I will be going now..." Cisco started to speak, but his words were torn straight from his throat as Barry sped-off, taking Snart and the Cold Gun with him. "...Then. And he is already gone..." He sighed to himself before he then breached back to STAR Labs.

-----

Cisco, when he got back into STAR Labs, immediately asked everyone, shaken about the whole experience. "What caused that?"

"I don't know. Maybe we really should not pop in and check on him while he is dealing with someone like Snart?" Caitlin replied.

"No, because it seems like Snart was scared out of his mind of Barry. I have never really seen him show his emotions." Cisco said. "I saw his weapon off to the side as well. Snart was unarmed, but Barry was still very on edge, to a point where he went after me when I breached in. Barry also had his mask off as well. I could see his facial expression. His eyes were thunderous, and there was a tight sneer spread over his face." Cisco then added.

"Maybe Snart found a way to push Barry's buttons?" Iris questioned.

"Then he pushed them harder and further then he should have, he was furious, it scared me how he was behaving. His whole stance poured out angry wild power. It sent a chill right down my spine, and it seemed like Snart had had it for a lot longer. Whatever he did peeve him off. It was like he was not Barry Allen anymore like he was someone completely different!" Cisco stated.

"Was his voice different, like someone was trying to control him?" Joe asked.

"His voice was different, but that was only because of his anger. It was harsh, sneering out. I could tell that he was trying to be softer with his words with me, but I guess me catching him like that, well he more caught me, caused him not to be able to turn his voice to more of a normal tone fully? I had barely got through the breach before I was thrown to the floor next to Snart, Barry's hand holding me down by my throat. I won't be surprised if it bruises by tomorrow, his grip is like steel and the strength he put into throwing me was like a hoard of elephants. I don't think he even throws the metas around like that! I do wonder what caused him to have such a rough reaction," Cisco replied, before he then spoke up, looking distantly at the floor like he was deep in thought, "I think Snart knows a secret about Barry that even we don't know..."

They all stared at each other, as Cisco sat down at his desk deep in thought. None of them noticed when Barry's communication came back on.

-----

Snart quickly fell to the floor as Sebastian let go of him after rushing him to a new location. He looked up warily at Sebastian, who was almost smoking in anger. He was currently pacing around in front of him, growling under his breath.

"Smythe!" Snart shouted suddenly, surprising both himself and Sebastian, whose head flicked around to face him in a terrible snarl. Snart felt all his confidence disappear at that one look. "Are you going to continue growling about your friends, or are you going to explain what's going on?"

Seeming after an internal battle, Sebastian sighed slightly, calming down the tiniest of bits. "I do need to explain this, don't I? Before high school, I was bullied. I was the son of the man who 'killed' his wife... After one terrible attack of bullying, I was left with a shattered arm. I was sent away to live with my distant family. I spent some time in France, already fluent in French because of my mother. I-I decided that I was going to become someone different; I did not want to be the son of a 'murderer'. I wanted a fresh start." 

Snart could sympathise with that; many times has he wished for a fresh start for both himself and his sister - he'd even whished it for Mick in the times that he thought Mick would not survive the damage done to him in fights and accidents.

"I picked up their last name, being adopted by them, making them direct family. I created this alter ego, Sebastian Smythe. I was not going to be the pushover I was before; I stood up for my self. I then moved to Ohio and went to a private prep school. I decided that if I truly wanted to fit in, not to be a pushover, I needed to become a gay asshole prep student. Soon felt so natural to be him that he was fully created. I joined the Warblers, not long after I was the Captain of the Warblers. I was also a Lacrosse player, deciding that I was going to become someone completely different from weak, nerdy Barry Allen. It turns out I was a natural for it; I was then Lacrosse Captain. I was harsh, taking no prisoners—this reputation built around me," Sebastian stated, knowing the Snart was just previously talking slightly about this reputation.

Snart was partially referencing to this reputation that went alongside the other statuses. 

"I then, during a slow summer, started up modelling, soon I was counted as a French Model, as I did do quite a lot of modelling in France. Fans built around me. The earth I walked on became sacred. It all boosted my blooming ego. Soon I became the people that I was running away from. It took someone to try and kill themselves because of me to see my ways finally. I had slept with them while they were engaged. I destroyed his confidence so much that he never truly got it back. The worse thing was—I was not sorry for what I did. I liked what I did. It shamed me so much that I disappeared when I left High School," Sebastian was almost sneering now. "I became Barry Allen again. But even the few years of being Sebastian Smythe left its impression. I was changed. You could see it when people looked at me in confusion. Soon it was brushed off as me growing up, becoming comfortable with who I was. That was the furthest thing from what was happening," he softly stated, feeling Sebastian start to settle down again, leaving Barry to come back up from the depths.

Snart wondered what Scarlet meant by that. How was it the furthest?

"It felt wrong being Barry Allen again, having to be this pushover I was known to be. It irritated me so much! I stayed like this, fighting away Sebastian Smythe. I continued as Barry Allen, even when I was struck by lightning when the particle accelerator exploded. I knew that to hide my past. I had to stay like who I used to be. Even if it is far from what I am. I knew that one day they were all going to find about it, how ashamed they would be at my behaviour," by the end of it, Barry was unable to hold eye contact with Snart. "Guess its a shame for you to see the most known villain hideaway. That the legendary character has turned away from their villainous life, becoming this shame-filled wimp off a hero." Barry said, more filled with anger at himself than anyone else.

-----

The whole of Team Flash was silent at Barry's words, as they rang out through the whole of the cortex. They listened to his words, surprised so much at what he was emitting to Snart.

"...That the legendary character has turned away from their villainous life, becoming this shame-filled wimp off a hero." They heard Barry finish.

They all glanced at each other. What Barry was saying here was that he was a villain, a well-known villain, but he was hiding away as the hero. It all surprised them; they always thought that he was pure goodness, no speck of evil in his bones. What he had just said he had changed all that.

They all didn't know what to do, Barry had just emitted, accidentally, that he was a villain and that he had to fight to stay as the hero because he did not want anyone to know about what he had done when he was younger.

"He is forcing himself into someone that he's not. It's not healthy. It was one of the reasons that he reacted like that," Caitlin said softly.

"He tried to live down to our undermining opinions on who he should be," Iris then added.

"Yeah, I could see it when he pinned me down, he was completely fine with himself for attacking me. Not sorry for any pain that he had caused. He seemed upset with himself that he had let me go. That just screams villain to me. Snart was terrified of him, something that I never thought he could be," Cisco suddenly added.

Barry shouted, obviously at Snart, but taking them all by surprise.

-----

As Snart approached him, Barry fell into Sebastian again, his anger filling him up again, riling him up.

"You don't get it, do you?! I am not this villain that you all worship! That person is only a name now! There is nobody left like him! I am not that person!! Even if I want to become that person, free myself of the ache in my bones, I can't. Because suddenly I will be left as a no one, just like what happened to so many others!" Bassy shouted.

Snart stared at Bassy, not too sure where he was leading this.

"Can you just go out and get a drink, not having to worry about anyone knowing who you are..? That you are the person that hides behind the mask? You can't, can you? Because your name is spread out that you are a villain. In the whole of the state of Ohio, I was known, people knew who I was, but because of my status, no one could do anything. In the whole of France, my status and reputation meant that they could not do anything against me. Here I don't have that..." Bassy stated.

Snart had to agree that Bassy made a good point. It was not like Snart could just walk up to any place for a drink.

"Because of this little act of sweet innocent, can do nothing bad, Barry Allen, the moment I get out there again, I will have people on my tail. Even though I can move quicker than sound, it does not mean that I am immortal. I have weaknesses, and you know them. Cold and speed are opposites. I can be caught, then people will know about me, I would be dealt with. I know that whatever I would have done would owe up to my imprisonment," Bassy stated.

Snart was confused, was he suggesting about something that he has previously done but been able to get away with?

"I know this because I come up with your plans, its how I know what you are going to be doing before you have done it. Because I trace back into my past, see what I would do in each situation, Sebastian smirked. "Yes, that's correct, without my past as a villain, there was a higher chance that you could have got away with everything so much more then you have."

Snart felt the conversation start to turn like something was about to happen.

"Cold may be strong against speed, but I know that you would not use it on anyone that does not have it because the speed is what keeps them alive when they are at cold temperatures. You always make sure that there are ways out of the ice it people don't have speed," Bassy stated.

He was right, Snart did do that.

"Through all this honour, I know that you have plans for what you are going to be doing, that you could escape anyone that comes across you. But think about it. If I were to go back into the Villain business, then you would have no one playful to be with," Bassy smirked.

There was where the turn is.

"Suddenly, you have this powerful villain to answer to, how would that feel to have? You would have major competition—that sounds fun! Means I would not have to continue this worthless act," Sebastian smirked, "suddenly you would have a villain that terrifies you, making you quiver in fear. Was that not what happened earlier, just this side returning made you afraid?"

Snart realised the mistake that he had made bringing this all up. He released something dark inside.

"Everyone fears Sebastian Smythe. That is all the same for you as well," Sebastian smirked, covering his full-blown anger by the end of his rant.

Just as Snart was about to reply to what Sebastian had just said, Sebastian called out, "come out; I know that you are listening. Also, Team Flash, I know that you can hear me. I have left the bubble that disrupts communication. I know that you heard everything," just as he finished the last bit, Sebastian took his communicator out of his suit, snapping it in half, throwing it in two different directions.

All the Rogues' crept out of their hiding places, Sebastian had sped them to a place where they were all able to listen in on what was being said. He knew that they all knew of his civilian identity. Honestly, he could not care that they did.

Snart seemed shocked when they all walked out, his eyes flicking between all of them, seeing that they were all there. They had all seen him at his most defenceless now when he showed his emotions. Then Sebastian had to top it all and say about how he was afraid earlier.

"Sorry Boss... We heard a commotion outside, so we all came to investigate. When we saw what was going on, we continued to watch and listen in," one of them apologised to Snart. He only got a grunt in reply.

"How many of you know off Sebastian Smythe?" Sebastian asked. Everyone's hands went up. "Did you all know this through being a villain?" Yet again, everyone answered, all saying how they knew him because of being a villain. "Ok, different question. Who looked up to him?" Sebastian asked.

Slowly, the two in the centre could see as everyone put their hands up—each of the members of the Rogues' emitting that they looked up to the man.

Resisting the urge to laugh, Sebastian smirked, "well, I guess that you all know that the person that you look up to has been under your nose the whole time. That I am Sebastian Smythe. That the 'hero' that has been putting you away for everything crime that you have done is the same person as the villain that disappeared off the map not so long ago," Sebastian almost sneered when he said 'hero'.

Sebastian looked at everyone's facial expressions before zooming off.

------

The Flash was not seen again after that point. But a new speedster appeared about a month later. His suit was black, red pinstripes down the front of the chest. His masked face always held a smirk. His lightning was black and red.

When he first appeared, he appeared at a Rogue robbery. They had all stopped when he appeared; they all seemed to know who he was and quickly moved away from the prized jewellery.

The whole of Central City thought that he could be their new hero.

But that was soon shattered when he walked forwards, a huge smirk spread across his as he reached forward and grabbed all the jewellery.

He vanished again.

But not before he left a message behind for everyone. It was left in his lightning trail. It was lingering around for them all to see.

Even on the camera, they could see this and the reactions that the villains had. They all celebrated slightly but also paled.
Such an odd mixture.

Many of them shouted out how he was back. You could even see Captain Cold whisper something to himself, though no one thought it to be true. "Well done, Scarlet..."

I am Sebastian Smythe! 

-----

"Oh, Snart," Sebastian whispered in Snart's ear, dragging it out slowly. His hot breath ghosting against the sleeping Snart's ear.

Snart reacted instantly. Snapping awake, he grabbed his cold gun to aim it at the person who just whispered in his ear. What he did not expect was to have his arm twisted behind his back so that he let go of the weapon and was laid face-first onto his bed.

"I would not try that again," Sebastian growled, pressing his knee into Snart's back.

"Note taken. I'll see whether I'll consider it," Snart sneered as he tried to get Sebastian off him.

Sebastian tightened his grip on Snart's arm, pinning him in what is generally used by the coppers. "Try that again... I don't need you to have both arms." Sebastian growled.

Snart tried to get Sebastian off him again, his half-asleep brain not processing that it was not Scarlet in control of the man that he knew him as, only to feel an excruciating pain flare through his arm. Holding back a scream, he relaxed his muscles.

"You're lucky I only dislocated the arm, not broken the bones," Sebastian growled as he pulled Snart up to his feet.

"How thoughtful of you," Snart sneered.

"I try," Sebastian smirked. "Now, how about we pay a trip to the Central City Police Department?"

"What's going through your head?" Snart sighed, looking Sebastian in the eye.

"That the pigs need reminding who's in charge now," Sebastian smirked.

"I like the sound of that idea," Snart smirked before he fell again to the floor, clutching at his shoulder, "did you have to pop the shoulder without any warning?"

Sebastian stared down at Snart, seeing whether he could get this to play out properly. 

"What?" Snart growled, clutching at his shoulder, "you want a thank you? For fixing something that you caused?"

"Who doesn't like a thank you," Sebastian drawled with a smirk. 

Without meaning to, Snart's lips twisted at the familiar reply, "thank you."

"You, are so very welcome," Sebastian smirked.

"Did you need me for anything other than to throw my own words back at me?" Snart asked as he slowly rolled his shoulder around.

"The pigs don't know who I am, so if I cause some 'mischief' with a known 'bad guy', then they might understand who I truly am. It's annoying that they think I still might be the new hero for the city," Bassy scoffed. 

"So you're going to use me to get your point across?" Snart huffed, knowing that he had no choice in the matter.

"You'll like the ending," Bassy smirked, "I might just allow them to see who's beneath the mask; I'm sure that you don't want to miss the expression that they will pull. Considering I was their CSI before Barry Allen disappeared."

"Alright, what's your first hit?" Snart asked. 

"Big or small?" Bassy smirked. 

"Start with a bang, and end with the reveal," Snart smirked. "After all, you've already warmed them up."

-----

"Ok, here's the plan," Bassy stated as they both stood over blueprints on the table. "They are bringing in ten million worth of artefacts and jewels. They have ten different containers for them; nine are fakes. This is the routes that the actual shipment will take. Every container will be heavily guarded with police escorts."

"If I place my Rogues at these locations," Snart stated, pointing to five different marked locations of the city maps, "then the container will be forced through a chokehold. It won't look like a target thanks to what the attacks are, so they should be oblivious to it."

"If not, I can destroy the roads if needed, might do that anyway when its a minute away," Sebastian stated, showing where he could break the roads, "that chokehold will be a weakness, the police will be on edge. We wanted a bang, so there are mines in the road that can be set off from a distance, that will take out most of the escort for a short time. Only for a short amount of time, they need to see me first."

-----

"Back requested! We're under attack!" An officer shouted down the radio, "tracker on! Back up needed! We've been led into a trap, all armed."

"Backup on the route, eta five minutes."

The officer breathed out slightly before pulling out her pistol in front of her and slowly approached the dying line of fire in front of the wreckage of police escorts.

"I have sights on Captain Cold!"

"Sight of Heatwave!"

"Golden Glider over here!"

"Weather Wizard at three o'clock!"

"Visual of twister emptying the transporter!"

"Mirror Master assisting in moving the assets!"

"This is too planned out... It goes against their thinking..." The officer mumbled to herself as he scanned the area for whatever was making her hairs stand on end.

"You're right, darling," the officer heard purred in her ear, her muscles stiffening, "its because this job is mine."

The officer's hand's felt clammy as the newest speedster rested their grip on her shoulder.

"Go on, be a good pig, announce my presence," the speedster purred again, running his gloved hand up her shoulder until his palm was wrapped around the back of her neck. "Make sure they hear you, radio on," he growled, his other hand reaching to pull her head back to face him from her bun.

Her eyes stared up at the alien green of the speedster. They seemed familiar, her throat drying out. Gulping down what felt like the Sahara desert in her throat, one hand reached shakily up to the radio to flick it on.

"Captain's coffee maker needs to make sure everyone hears; channel six should do so," the speedster purred, licking his lips.

The officer felt her heartbeat speed up, her breath caught in the back of her throat. 'Channel six is to be used in a direct emergency; all radio's on duty or off duty will receive the message.' Only those who served in the force know that channels purpose.

The speedster grew inpatients at the panicked look in her eye. His gloved hands tightened, watching as the girl bit her lip to stifle her scream. "I don't expect to have to repeat myself, pet," the speedster growled, his eyes filling with lightning.

The officer found herself thrown to her knees, the hand holding the gun brought up, so the cold metal of the barrel rested against the side of her head.

"Don't worry; I don't plan on pulling the trigger," the speedster purred again, "but you will if you don't follow my order."

A tear rolled down the woman's face as her hand raised to change the channel of the radio. 'I'm sorry, baby if your mother doesn't come home tonight.' "Speedster spotted on our six, I repeat, speedster spotted on our six."

"I think you're forgetting something their doll," the speedster growled, knowing that the radio had not stopped projecting their voices.

The battlefield went eerily quiet as everyone stared at the duo.

"He's the one leading the raid; police officer held hostage," the officer gasped through the increasing tightness around her neck.

"Tell them my name, sweetheart," the speedster purred again.

"I don't know your name," the officer choked out.

"Lies!" The speedster hissed as he tightened his hand until the officer felt no air could pass through her. Suddenly the speedster calmed, his grip loses as if none of what previously went on happened, "you know my name, everyone in the city saw my trail and the lovely Captain Cold's whisper."

'You could even see Captain Cold whisper something to himself, though no one thought it to be true. "Well done, Scarlet..."
I am Sebastian Smythe!'

The video played through her head, the speedster above her smirking as he realised what was happening.

"His names-" the officer started before her throat went dry again. He coughed, her eyes streaming as she began again, "his names Sebastian Smythe... Our ex-scarlet speedster."

"See that wasn't so hard," the speedster giggled before he raised his hand away from the woman's neck allowing everyone to see it. "The body works off electric pulses; if one were, for instance, send a direct current straight into the hand of someone, then they would tighten around whatever they are holding."

No one dared breathe as they realised what the speedster was meaning.

The speedster held up two fingers, a spark dancing between them, now, if this hand were to have a finger held over a live pistol - then, the effects would be catastrophic," the speedster giggled again.

"Please... I have a child..." The officer begged as she watched the hand come closer to her hand that held the pistol.

"Oh, I told you, I'm not going to pull the trigger, you are, doll" the speedster purred before his hand made contact with the officers.

Bang!

The shot rang out through the area; the officer's eyes were wide in a silent scream. Her body slumped before falling forwards, collapsing onto her face before the speedsters feet; blood pooling.

"Are you done playing with the pig, Scarlet?" Snart called over to the speedster.

"Yeah, I'm done over here," Sebastian nodded as he stepped over her body, "if she complied better, I might have kept her."

"Nah, pigs get smelly quickly," Snart called back.

"Yeah, the pig would be too much maintenance," Sebastian agreed, "she mentioned having a piglet, she had a mate at one then."

Everyone knew what the speedster was suggesting.

"I'm sure that the pigs will take them in," Snart said.

"Yeah," Sebastian said before standing next to Snart, "I've seen them do it before. After all, they did it to me."

With that bombshell dropped, Sebastian sped all the villains out of the area.

-----

"So how do you say we reveal your identity to them?" Snart asked.

"We walk."

"I'm sorry, did you just say, we walk?" Snart asked, his jaw-dropping.

"What better way to get their attention?" Bassy smiled.

"I don't know, a heist, blow something up?" Snart offered.

"No, because that is what is expected," Bassy huffed, before pointing to the CCPD on the map in front of them, "they won't expect us to walk right through their front door, guns not blazing."

"Defenceless and ready to be attacked?!" Snart exclaimed. "I thought Mick's plans were bad!"

"It will be worth it for their faces; they will be caught right on edge right from the beginning," Bassy laughed, "they won't know what hit them!"

Snart looked wearily at the man in front of him.

"Or more importantly, they'll know exactly what hit them!"

-----

David Singh was not an easy man to surprise; he took great pride in the fact. But he was surprised when the bloody speedster and villain walked through their doors idly chatting to each other without a care in the world. Their weapons were not even in view.

It was almost like they didn't know or didn't care that they walked into the police department.

"So Snart, how do you'll think they'll take the information?" Bassy asked Snart as they calmly walked into the centre of the room and allowed themselves to be surrounded.

"I still think we should have brought a camera," Snart grumbled.

"Do you think we got their attention?" Bassy asked with a smirk, his eyes glancing around from behind the cowl.

"Well, they certainly seem to be staring at you, Scarlet," Snart stated.

"I'll think you'll find they're staring at you," Bassy smirked. "They haven't seen you work with a hero, ex or not."

"Not right, you've got me to help you steal plenty of things when you ran around in red leather," Snart pointed out, much to the shock of the watching police.

The police were so thrown out and shocked that they hadn't even drawn their weapons - not like the bullets fired would be any use against the speedster.

"Helped save the world," Bassy pointed out.

"Got all my Rogues from you," Snart stated.

The police mouths were on the floor.

"By stabbing me in the back."

"Only figuratively," Snart pointed out.

"Yeah," Bassy agreed.

"Saved your life."

"By killing them."

"He was a criminal that you were happy to lock in a cage," Snart said, crossing his arms.

David coughed slightly into his hand to grab the pair's attention, "you are surrounded."

"He's observant," Snart noted.

"He can be, always has been," Bassy agreed, knowing his next words could very well reveal his identity, "but he's never been one to believe in the impossible."

David jaw dropped as he heard those words. Only one person that he's met would those words correspond to - and it would explain how the speedster knew the workings of the police. "Allen?!" He exclaimed, seeing the rest of the department put together all the clues.

Bassy laughed as he pulled his cowl back to reveal his face, "took you all long enough."

"This isn't you," David stammered, unable to put the two together.

Within a second, the calm facade the speedster held was gone, in its place was the man that pinned The Captain of the CCPD to the wall, hissing into the man's face, "you don't know me. You never have, and you never will."

"Easy, Scarlet, we don't want to see the man scared off to bad just yet," Snart warned.

"You're right," Bassy grinned as he sped back over to Snart. "The thing with S.T.A.R Labs was that it was rigged to explode on that faithful night - all to give me my powers so that another speedster could steal them from me."

The room was quiet as they soaked in that information.

"That evil speedster was kind enough to leave his whole inheritance to me, including S.T.A.R Labs, how kind of them, they only tried to kill people in my life since I've been eleven?" Bassy clapped, "what if I was to tell you that I just activated the particular accelerator again, but this time when it goes bang, it will go bang!"

"No dark matter released into the air, but instead an explosion that could wipe out half the world," Snart stated.

"To prevent this, and to allow my ex-team to disable the particle accelerator, you need to abide one simple demand," Bassy said, before stating calmly like he was asking for tea, "give me control over the city."

"One hour."

"Times ticking away!" Bassy clapped before speeding off again.

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"How long do you think it will take?" Snart asked.

"Want to get rid of me that quickly?"

"No, the Rogues have some bets going," Snart shrugged.

"Fifty minutes, they will try and deactivate it until they realise there is no hope," Bassy stated.

"That's what I went for as well."

"Didn't know you were a gambling man," Bassy commented.

"Neither did I," Snart agreed.

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Fifty minutes after the demand, the globe was met with the information that Central City was now under the control of their ex-hero-turned-villain.

The particle accelerator was deactivated, and Bassy took his place as ruler of the city, quickly and systematically taking over the other towns and worlds until only the Earth-1 Gotham was left.

It turns out; Batman had turned dark as well, taking over the city he once protected. Bassy wasn't going to lie; he was almost jumping as he finally met the great Batman - even more when he offered an alliance between them.

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