I'm pretty certain I laughed writing this chapter more than any other part so far . . . except maybe Malcolm and Slade. Because those two are hilarious. But still . . . this was funny. XD

The girls bond over having to save the day, all the guys are stuck with Ralph's choice of a bachelor party, and Oliver (probably) thinks Harry is the only sane one in the room.

Enjoy!

***

Everyone save Ralph stared in complete shock at where the private investigator had taken them. "Doesn't it just take your breath away?" Ralph grinned.

"And now this is where I know my past is haunting me," Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "Strip club. Great."

"Gentlemen, I welcome you to the Golden Booty," Ralph announced, leading them inside.

"There ain't nothing golden about any of this," Joe shook his head.

"Nope," Ralph said cheerfully. "Came through for you, right, man?"

"He does know that over half this group is taken, right?" Cisco couldn't help but whisper.

"What do you think?" Ralph grinned at the others.

"I'm thinking it's going to be really bad if this gets out," Oliver grimaced.

"I think I should have brought some hand sanitizer," Cisco admitted.

Harry pulled out a bottle, squirted a portion into his hand, then put some on Cisco's. "Always come prepared," he said.

"Oh, yes," Cisco sighed in relief as Oliver silently held out his own hand, Harry giving him a bit, too.

"Ralph, this isn't really my speed," Barry looked around, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"Speed jokes?" Ralph huffed. "You're better than that, Allen."

One stripper passed by and gave a seductive smile, running a hand over Ralph's chest. "Hey, Ralphy," she purred before walking off.

"Uh," Harry stopped, frowning. "Disney, you're a regular at this joint?"

"Oh," Ralph scoffed, walking over to a picture frame nearby. "So much more than that." All the others raised eyebrows when they saw the picture was of Ralph. "The girls may not be bottomless, but for yours truly, the French fries always are."

Harry grimaced, but a voice behind them made them turn. "Golden Booty policy," the black man told them. "Now, out of respect for the ladies, no touching, no pictures, no video . . . " He held out a basket. "And no cell phones."

"What?" Cisco blinked.

Harry immediately handed his over, followed by Joe. "I need a drink," Joe mumbled, following Harry to the bar.

"Yeah, me, too," Oliver sighed, dropping his phone in as well.

"I wish I could have a drink," Barry grumbled, he and Cisco dropping their phones in next, Ralph the last to do so.

"Bruh, do you really think I'd let you down like that?" Cisco raised an eyebrow, whipping out a vial with a bright red-orange liquid in it. "A special concoction. Guaranteed to give you that gentle, pleasant buzz all night long."

"What if we need the Flash?" Barry frowned.

"I volunteer to be designated superhero," Cisco shrugged.

"Make that two," Oliver nodded at Cisco. "Barry, I might not like where we are, but it's your party. Enjoy it a little, at least."

"Go for it, Bar," Joe agreed as Barry hesitantly sniffed the drink. "You deserve it."

Barry sighed, then nodded. "To Barry and Iris?" Cisco raised his drink.

"To Barry and Iris," the others joined in, clinking their glasses together.

***

"They're not picking up," Iris said worriedly as she looked at her phone, Kara biting her lip when Oliver didn't answer either.

"What the hell just happened?" Cecille demanded as they walked through the cortex. "Who was that Medusa man?"

"You know that is not a Cisco-approved name," Felicity shook her head.

"Don't worry about who that was," Killer Frost shook her head, walking over to a corner nearby, rolling her eyes. "Caitlin's taste in clothes is matched only by her taste in men – both terrible."

"Wait, how are you . . . you?" Iris asked, watching Killer Frost plop a suitcase onto a table. "I thought Caitlin was cured."

"Caitlin shouldn't be keeping secrets from her friend," Killer Frost remarked, unzipping the suitcase before tilting her head. "You are friends, right?"

"Yeah, of course we are," Iris blinked.

Killer Frost smirked. "Your friend was going out of town tonight."

"What?" Iris's eyes widened. "Why?"

"Because she got herself into something she couldn't handle."

"Where are you going?" Cecille asked with a frown.

"To find Norvock's boss and to kill her," Killer Frost said without an ounce of care in her voice as she unbuttoned the back of her shirt.

"And you need a change of clothes for that because – ?" Kara began, only to whip around when Killer Frost tugged her shirt over her head. "OK, turning around!"

"Whoa!" Felicity flung up her hands as the rest of them turned. "Whoa! OK, apparently somebody doesn't have boundary issues!"

"Uh, OK, girls, can I talk to you in the cortex?" Iris whispered.

The four of them went through the door, and Felicity hissed, "Can we take it back for a minute? Since when did her superpowers make her a supervillain?"

"She is not a villain, OK?" Iris glared.

"I remember being kidnapped by her last year," Cecille frowned.

"What?" Felicity squeaked.

"Yeah," Cecille nodded.

"OK, yes, but that is because she was being manipulated by Savitar, and in the end, we wouldn't have been able to stop him without her," Iris said, making Cecille sigh. "Look, I know that there is some good in there."

"I get it," Cecille sighed. "Technically, Caitlin is underneath all of that somewhere, but she is still dangerous."

"And she is also our friend, OK?" Iris frowned. "I am not just gonna abandon our teammate."

"Fine," Cecille nodded. "I'm coming with you."

"No!" Iris immediately shook her head. "Cecille, you're pregnant!"

"And your father will kill me if you get killed at your own bachelorette party!"

"That is come crazy logic," Felicity turned to Iris. "And that means I'm in, too."

"And since I'm the only one with powers out of the four of us, I'm coming, too," Kara nodded.

"Oh, great," Iris scowled. "Happy bachelorette."

"What are you all talking about?" Killer Frost's voice asked from behind.

Felicity yelped and turned around, seeing her now dressed in a blue leather jacket and black pants and boots. "Oh, nothing, you know, just talking about how cool it is to kill people and such – no pun intended!"

Kara closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Killer Frost just raised an eyebrow and left. "It's been real, ladies."

"I'm gonna use the S.T.A.R. Labs satellite to track her cold signature," Felicity winced, hurrying over to the computer.

"Great," Iris sighed, pulling out her phone. "I'm gonna try and call for backup again."

"Yeah, me, too," Kara checked hers.

"And I'll remember that it's Caitlin under there," Cecille took a deep breath.

***

"You gotta stop doing that," Joe scowled at Ralph.

"I'm just getting change for a five," he said innocently. "What, did you think I was stealing?"

"Yes," Oliver deadpanned, still wondering why he was still around.

"It's not about your sticky fingers, Ralph," Cisco scowled, gesturing to Ralph's arm, which was stressed all along the line of booths. "It's about your stretchy arm outwardly displayed."

"Oh, so I should be more like Captain Discreet over there?" Ralph raised an eyebrow as he brought the money back, pointing over to the bar.

They were just in time to see Barry shout "I'm the Flash!" and fling his arms into the air, the others by the bar cheering as Barry whooped, grinning like a lunatic.

"I may have slightly miscalculated his bachelor elixir," Cisco winced.

"Slightly?" Oliver repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"I got this one," Joe sighed, standing up and heading over to the bar. He smiled and walked over, putting his arm around Barry's shoulder. "Hey, buddy."

"Hey!" Barry grinned widely, putting his arm around him, too.

"How you feeling?"

"I feel good," Barry giggled.

"You're gonna need to walk this off," Joe couldn't help but laugh at Barry's predicament.

"Or run it off," Barry grinned. "Because I'm the Flash!"

The others around them laughed with him, and Joe sighed, pulling Barry off. "Let's get you back to the table."

"Again," Oliver gave Cisco a look. "Slightly?"

"Sorry," Cisco whispered.

The two sat down, then Barry made a whooshing sound. "Barry," Cisco frowned. "What did you just do?"

"I just went and got peanuts from the bar," Barry slurred.

Oliver's eyebrows shot up. "You didn't even move," Joe frowned.

"Or did I?" Barry smirked.

Harry rejoined them, two glasses in his hands as well as a beer. "Drink up," he announced, handing the glasses to Oliver and Cisco.

"Nope," Oliver held up his hands.

"I'm good," Cisco agreed.

"Ah, it's cranberry juice, buttercups." Cisco blinked at Harry calling Oliver that, and Oliver's glare switched from Cisco to Harry. The scientist wasn't even fazed. "So, I was talking to Charity – not her real name. She tells me the dancers here make more in a month than an average teacher – "

"Blah blah blah," Ralph rolled his eyes, speaking over Harry. "Less talky, more dancey."

"Next dancer, it's Jasmine!" the announcer called.

"Whoo!" Ralph cheered as a young black woman in skimpy gold clothes came up to the pole. "Oh, yeah, whoo!"

Joe, on the other hand, blanched. "Oh, hell no."

"Hey, she looks like Cecille's daughter," Barry began, then paused when it sank in that it really was Joanie up on stage, who had frozen when she saw the guys in the booth. "Oh."

***

Killer Frost walked through the back door of a club, strutting through like she owned the place. One man reached out to grab her arm, and she spun, grabbing his arm as well, except she used her powers, freezing his hand. "I'm sorry," she scowled when he gasped in pain. "I thought touching without permission is what you wanted." The man released her, and Killer Frost walked into the club, moving through bodies to reach a clear part. She was blocked by a bodyguard, but raised an eyebrow. "I'd let me pass, unless you wanna know what it feels like when the liquid in your eyeballs crystallizes."

"Darling, you're here!" an excited, British female voice gasped in delight. "Let her in! Let her in, let her in!"

Killer Frost walked past the bodyguard to the woman in black reclining on a couch, who stood as she walked up. "Amunet," she scowled. "Next time you wanna talk, come yourself. Don't send your eye-hole to attack me."

Amunet gasped, turning to look at Norvock. "Did you start a fight? Honestly, Norvock, that's why you're my third favorite henchman. I mean, what do I always say?"

"Never start a fight you can't finish," Killer Frost smirked.

"Hmm?" Amunet nodded in agreement, turning to her. "And that, my dear, is why you are my favorite. You listen."

"Well, apparently, you don't," Killer Frost retorted. "I'm out, Amunet."

"Out?" Amunet repeated, frowning. "Out of what? Out of opinions? Out of your mind? Out of the closet? There's just so many outs for the lady in blue."

"Are you asking me to dance?" Killer Frost quirked an eyebrow.

"You should know by now I don't ask for anything," Amunet smirked. "I tell, and I take. Now, come along," she grinned, picking up a bag. "I want to show you something that could make us both very rich."

Killer Frost scowled, but she followed after Amunet as she walked off.

***

Around the same time, the four other girls walked into the club, still in their dresses from the bachelorette party. "All right, do you think they're gonna be able to tell that we don't exactly fit in here?" Felicity asked.

"It was your idea to wears boas," Kara reminded her, looking around. "So, no."

"Have we heard from the guys yet?" Cecille asked in concern.

"No," Iris sighed. "Look, ladies, OK, we are on our own, OK?"

One guy walked up, grinning and holding up a vial of a glowing blue substance. "How about a little love?"

"No!" Felicity shook her head, holding her hands up. "No, no, no, no, no, no!"

"No way!" Kara denied. "No love!"

"Engaged!" Iris held up her hand. "OK? Bye!"

Cecille frowned, looking around at everyone who was either drinking or holding a vial of the same liquid. "Is it just me, or does it seem like everybody here already bought what that guy is selling?"

Kara lowered her glasses slightly, looking through the crowd, then tensed. "I think I found where Frost is."

***

"You got a pet," Killer Frost noted as they entered a back room. "Congratulations."

"I call him the Weeper," Amunet smirked. "I love naming metas."

"I know someone else like that," Killer Frost examined the extremely skinny young man held up by chains.

"Three weeks ago, this young man became a metahuman, and I acquired my new favorite product to sell in my network," Amunet smirked. "Did you notice? Love is quite literally in the air." She giggled, then tilted her head. "Do you know why?" Killer Frost shook her head, then Amunet kicked the meta hard in the chest.

The meta gasped and coughed, then looked up, panting hard. From one of his eyes came a glowing blue tear, which Amunet wiped off and inhaled. Killer Frost blinked when Amunet's skin briefly glowed the same blue color. "His tears are a drug?" she asked.

"His tears, my dear, are a gold mine," Amunet smiled. "One taste, and Central City will be hooked."

"Then why do you need me?"

"Really?" Amunet blinked. "Well, if I'm going to be selling something quite valuable, I'm going to need protection."

"That's what you've got good old snake-eye for."

"A deal like this requires a lady's touch. In your case, strength, and I'll cut you in for 10%." Killer Frost gave her a look, and Amunet huffed. "15%, and I throw in not killing you right now for your misguided rebellion, and that is only because I've got forgiveness in my kidneys, right?"

Killer Frost snorted. "I think you meant heart."

"No, there's no beat beat in this chest, sister."

"As much fun as it is to play 'I'm the bigger badass,' I'm bored. And like I said, I'm done."

"Do you know what everyone's mistake in business is?" Amunet scowled. "Hmm? Not realizing who has the power in the room."

Killer Frost brought her hand up, freezing mist curling around her fingers as Amunet held her hand out, the metal pieces in her bag rattling, ready to fly, when Iris's voice cut in. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, hey, hey!" Amunet frowned and turned as Iris ran into the room, followed by Kara, the alien taking her glasses off. "Ladies, ladies," Iris giggled nervously. "Let's put the meta abilities down."

"I'm sorry, who are these chicks?" Amunet frowned.

"Oh, uh . . . these chicks?" Iris blinked. "Oh."

"We're trying to stop a meta-fight from destroying your club," Kara answered, turning to Killer Frost. "Let's go."

Killer Frost scowled, not moving. "Frost," Iris insisted. "Let's go."

Killer Frost finally lowered her hand, and Amunet's metal stopped rattling. Iris and Kara walked off, and reluctantly, Killer Frost followed.

***

"You're lucky she didn't kill you, West," Killer Frost grumbled.

"Who was that?" Iris demanded.

"That was Amunet Black."

"Of the underground market?" Cecille gasped.

"Oh, I'm guessing this chick has a criminal record," Felicity sighed.

"Yeah, she's been linked to the metahuman black market selling stolen technology, but we've never been able to nail her down," Cecille nodded.

"How do you know her?" Kara asked Killer Frost.

"Though Caitlin," she answered. "Six months ago, Caitlin thought she had everything under control."

"Can't keep a good bad side down for long, am I right?" Felicity smiled tightly.

"She felt me becoming much stronger," Killer Frost continued. "She found out that Amunet had some tech that would let her stay in charge. She got desperate, so she decided to use it, but it came with a price tag."

"Which was?" Kara prompted.

"Being her muscle."

"Did you kill anyone?" Cecille asked worriedly.

"Some people lost their fingers and their toes, but no," Killer Frost shook her head. "No one died."

"And how are you here now?" Iris asked.

"While Caitlin sleeps, I am awake."

"Oh, my God, you're like the Incredible Hulk!" Felicity gasped in excitement.

"Way too much chutzpah, Felicity," Kara sighed.

"Dialing it back," she turned away.

"Look, what are Amunet's plans for the Weeper?" Iris asked.

"Not my problem," Killer Frost shrugged.

"Look, he was on that bus! We helped create him, we need to save him!"

"No, I need to leave and escape Amunet," Killer Frost shook her head.

"And you're just gonna run away?" Cecille asked in disbelief.

"Listen, there's a reason the CCPD has not caught her, and that you idiots just realized there's a major crime lord living under your noses for the past three years," Killer Frost glared. "She's too powerful. We can't stop her."

Iris sighed as Killer Frost left. "Guys, we have a responsibility to the Weeper and to the city."

"Well, this isn't my city, and it's not my Earth," Kara folded her arms. "So, what do we do?"

"We need to rescue him before Amunet does whatever she's planning, OK?" Iris answered. "Cecille, you need to gather information on Amunet, and Felicity, you need to pull up the blueprint to the club. Kara, you're the best muscle we've got against Amunet. We need your help."

"You've got it," she nodded. "We all do."

"Yeah," Cecille sighed, nodding. "Hashtag feminism."

Iris smirked, holding out her fist. "Hashtag feminism."

"Hashtag feminism," Felicity agreed, and the four shared a fistbump.

***

"This isn't what you think, Joe," Joanie told Joe as they sat in a separate booth.

"Good, 'cause I thought I saw you dancing on that stage in a gold sequin bikini," Joe snorted.

"No, I'm writing a book on the female experience."

"I'd buy that book," Ralph spoke up.

Joe and Joanie both glared at him, and Ralph hastily turned away. "Why does your female experience include you dancing at the Golden Booty?" Joe frowned.

"Because we live in a society that's dictated by the male gaze," Joanie answered. "I wanna control the narrative of feminism, OK? I wanna show the world that a powerful, strong woman, she can wear anything, be it a bikini or a pantsuit."

"Or nothing," Ralph grinned. "Feminism."

"That's not how feminism works," Oliver glared, smacking Ralph in the arm, making him jump. "So cut it out."

"Yeah, Joanie's practically his daughter," Cisco agreed, then tilted his head. "Hey . . . Sad Flash." Oliver raised an eyebrow when they heard Barry sniffing. "Why the face?"

"Nothing," Barry shook his head, and Oliver sighed when he saw the barbecue sauce covering his face. "I just . . . " He let out a sob. "I just love chicken wings so much!"

Oliver blinked, then pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why?" he muttered, Cisco patting his shoulder sympathetically. "Cisco, never give him that again."

***

Iris walked into the backroom, pausing when she saw Killer Frost flipping through papers. "Where are you gonna go?"

"I know a guy who can breach me to another Earth," she answered. "Start over, escape Amunet, be who I wanna be."

"And that's Killer Frost, right?"

The metahuman snorted. "Don't be cute, West. You can't stop me, and I don't want to go head to head with your pretty little Supergirl."

"I wasn't planning on it," Iris admitted. "And I don't think Kara wants to fight you, either. Look, I know you could kill me, just like you could've killed Amunet tonight, or Cisco six months ago, but you didn't. There is a part of you that is good, and decent. You just don't know how to accept it."

"You think you know me now?" Killer Frost scoffed.

"No," Iris shook her head. "But I do know what Caitlin looks like when she's scared, and you have the same look in your eyes right now." She reached out, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You're just as afraid of being Caitlin as Caitlin is of being Killer Frost."

Killer Frost scowled. "If you still wanna have a hand for Barry to put a ring on, I suggest you move it."

Iris sighed, then took her hand away, letting Killer Frost storm off.

***

"There's a strong, powerful woman that we both love and fear, and her name is your mother," Joe gave Joanie a look. "Does she know you work here?"

"Of course not," she shook her head. "She would just jump to all the same conclusions that you are."

"Joanie, your mother and I just want you to be happy, but I think you need to ask yourself why you're keeping this a secret from her."

"Joe?" Barry's cracked voice came from behind, and almost dreading what would be next out of his adopted son's mouth, Joe turned to see Cisco and Oliver seemed just as concerned as him. Barry was crying, and didn't seem to be stopping any time soon. "Why didn't Rose make room for Jack on the door? There was plenty of room for both of them!"

"Chicken wings, now Titanic?" Oliver shook his head, looking at Cisco incredulously. "When does this gift of yours stop giving?"

"Man, I don't know!" Cisco shook his head. "I thought we'd be watching home movies right now!"

"Again, you are welcome!" Ralph smirked.

Before anyone could speak again, a stripper in a skimpy gold bikini stormed up. "You steal $20 from me, Ralphy?" she demanded.

"When?" Ralph blinked, then laughed nervously. "I mean, no."

"Yeah, you did," a man walked up behind her, holding Ralph's picture in his hands. "I saw it. I've been waiting a long time for this, Dibs."

He smashed the picture over his knee, making Barry yelp and Ralph scream. "You monster!"

Oliver ducked as Ralph flew at the man before scrambling out of his seat, heading for the exit of the club. The last thing he needed was for that FBI Agent Samandra Watson to hear he'd been involved in a bar fight.

An arm grabbed his, and Oliver whipped around, drawing a knife from the inside of his jacket, but Harry just held up his other hand. "You're welcome," the older man said before tugging Oliver into a space they couldn't be seen.

Oliver sighed and followed Harry, the two of them watching the club descend into complete chaos. Cisco seemed frozen in place, not seeming to know where to look. Joe finally stood up, holding up his hands. "Everybody, stop!" he yelled. "I'm a cop!"

Both men winced when another clubber tackled Joe to the ground. "Ooo," Harry shook his head. "That's gotta hurt."

Barry chose that moment to stand up, fling his arms in the air, and announce "I'm the Flash!"

Oliver sighed, face palming as Barry was the next to be tackled. "This is when I'm hoping the girls are having a better night," he grumbled.

"Same here, Queen," Harry agreed. "Same."

***

Killer Frost tilted her head when she heard footsteps behind her. "You're late," she remarked, turning.

She froze when she saw Amunet standing there, letting her bucket of metal drop to the ground. "I'm right on time," she growled. "What, were you expecting a different meta? Nobody walks away from me, Frost!"

Killer Frost's eyes turned silver, but before she could do anything, metal flew out of the bucket and formed a gauntlet over Amunet's hand, which she in turn morphed into a bullet-like projectile, firing it at Killer Frost, who flew back onto the ground. She quickly got to her feet, firing two blasts of ice at Amunet. She morphed her gauntlet into a shield, blocking the ice, then she turned it back into a gauntlet, forming several more metal projectiles, this time cutting Killer Frost. She gasped, collapsing again, this time not getting back up. "Did you really think I was going to let you just breach into the sunset?" Amunet snarled, walking up. "You owe me your life!"

She grabbed Killer Frost, punching her twice, then a third time. This time, Caitlin's hair morphed from white into her normal auburn, and a fourth punch knocked her out. "And I always take what I'm owed," Amunet hissed, raising her fist to punch again.

She was stopped by two police cars pulling up and one officer ordering, "Hands over your head, ma'am!"

Amunet sighed, then stood up and held up her hands, facing the officers. "Is there any part of the way that I'm dressed that leads you to believe I want to be called ma'am? Hmm?"

She fired her gauntlet again, but there was a blur of blue and red, and suddenly the officers were gone. Amunet blinked, then turned around, only to see the same blur scoop up Killer Frost and disappear. Amunet growled in annoyance. "Kill you later, Caity!" she snarled.

***

Drunk!Barry was something I didn't know I needed in my life. It was something Oliver needed to witness and complain about. Just saying.

Part three will be up some time tomorrow!