#Shawna Baez

[coldinpantsreboot]

Leonard: it's time to come out.... I'm gay.

Hartley: me too!

Mark: wtf, does anyone here like women?

Shauna: me!

Mark: no, you don't get it....

Lisa: I love both!

Mark: no, stop, you're not supposed to have sex with, well....

Mick, who wasn't listening: not have sex? Finally!

[zemkzone]

“His face is a mess, but—I really don’t want to be right—Boss, I think it’s Mick Rory.”

— Shawna Baez to Leonard Snart, Ch17 of That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm

Update coming March 1, 2024!

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Peek-A-Boo speed draw

I had the realization while I was working on this that Lashawn and Chester could potentially be a really fun duo (a teleporter and a living black hole) so there might be a Peek-A-Boo/Horizon team-up in the headverse future

[purplecyborgnewt]

@gorogues

[fezwearingjellybananas]

Rogues Rebooted

It's the first time Lisa's returned to Central since Lenny's death, and she's going to do it with a bang (G, 577 words)

The Flash (TV 2014)

[Lisa Snart, Shawna Baez, Rosa Dillon]

Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Past Lisa Snart/Rosa Dillon/Sam Scudder, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Metahuman Lisa Snart

Multiamory March Day 27: Steal

Lisa had left Central City after Mick had told her about Lenny. She still didn’t want to believe it.

Lenny had always been her hero, but the moment he’d found out the Flash’s name something had shifted. He’d told Lenny there was good in him, Lisa knew that, and Lenny who only trusted her and Mick had trusted this man in a mask and let those words start to take root.

The Flash had also helped save her life. But, well, Lenny was gone, and he’d never written a will so Lisa figured all his stuff was hers now. Until Lenny got back.

[Continued on AO3]

[starsandrogues]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Jesse & Axel Walker Characters: Lashawn "Shawna" Baez, James Jesse, Axel Walker, Mark Mardon, Hartley Rathaway, Leonard Snart, Mick Rory, Lisa Snart Additional Tags: Metahumans, Paternal Instinct, Father-Son Relationship, Late Night Conversations, Alcohol, Creepy, Reading Summary:

The Trickster is a deadly and dangerous madman. The Rogues are right to avoid him.

Which is a little harder when you're sharing a safe house...

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Here is my finished fic, Counting Rogues! :D

[moriavis]

'I think I just played myself' prompt - your choice of fandom

You make it so hard on me, not giving me a fandom. ;_;

However! That put in mind the prompt request I received from @avasharpexme uh... in 2020, for an Iris/Shawna story. I knew you'd also appreciate it. (Also, sorry! @avasharpexme! I didn't mean to take three years to write this for you!)

(Also on AO3.)

~*~

Shawna Baez didn't necessarily have a particular fondness for Central City, all things considered. The Flash really made things a drag. Still, it was home, and at least their local superhero didn't kill most of the time, unlike the whacko over in Star. He was, however, still a white guy with a savior complex and basically no oversight.

The world was the same as always. It just put on new clothes.

Tonight wasn't about superheroes and supervillains though. Tonight was about being free.

Shawna entered the club, shrugging off her jacket and handing it to the bouncer. He took one look at her —black leather pants, green crop top, the strands of lights wrapped around her like she was a fucking Christmas tree— and waved her in without a word. Aaah. Was there anything better than notoriety? She'd gone from the side piece of a two-bit criminal to a force of nature in her own right, and she was living for it.

She was already dancing before she hit the club floor. She was beautiful, sexy, and in control. If it got to be too much, she'd teleport somewhere to get a breather. Being a meta was so damn cool.

Shawna danced, took pictures, and even signed an autograph or two; she hated to admit it, but Cold had it right sometimes. It actually was really nice to meet a fan. She eventually made her way to the bar for her first drink of the night, and then proceeded to do a double-take at the familiar looking black woman in front of her who, she noted, looked amazing in that red dress.

She'd sworn off dating men who weren't metas, but she was willing to make an exception for someone so beautiful. She leaned against the bar and gave the woman her best smile, stealing a look at her from beneath her eyelashes. "I have to tell you that you look beautiful tonight. Can I buy you a drink?"

Beautiful brown eyes locked with Shawna's, and for a moment she couldn't catch her breath. "I won't say no to a free drink." She offered her hand, and Shawna shook it, letting her fingers linger as they parted. "Iris West. What brings Peek-a-Boo back to Central?"

"You know me?" Shawna smiled. "And hey, I know this sounds like a line, but I'm sure I've seen you before."

"I"m the daughter of a cop," Iris said, her mouth curving into an answering smile. "And the owner of the Central City Citizen."

"Cop adjacent and a reporter." Shawna winced. "I think I just played myself."

"I suppose that depends, Ms. Baez," Iris teased. "Are you planning on robbing the place or giving me an exclusive?"

Shawna rested her arm against the bar and signaled the bartender. "I guess that depends on what kind of exclusive you're looking for."

Iris ordered her drink when the bartender got to them, and Shawna paid, just as she'd promised. "What kind of exclusive are you willing to give me, Peek-a-Boo?"

Shawna tilted her head and looked down at the two jello shots the bartender pushed her way, and shrugged. "A drink, a dance? Maybe we'll just see what happens."

Iris laughed, and Shawna was struck all over again by how lovely she was. She wiped her sweaty palms on her leather pants, and for a moment she was just LeShawn, a girl with no future, instead of Shawna, a meta teleporter who could go head to head with the Flash and his team.

"We could do two dances," Iris said, leaning close to be heard over the crowd and the start of a new song. "Maybe we'll both get lucky tonight."

Iris raised her glass. Shawna clinked her glass against Iris' and drank in one swallow. Yeah. Tonight was going to be fantastic.

~^~

[coldflasher]

Character ask: Iris West + 12, 20, 25

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

A headcanon I am very fond of is that in addition to being a terrible gift-giver (canon) and a bad cook (also canon), Iris cannot sing at ALL. I just think it's so funny that like, Joe can sing. Barry can sing. Iris cannot carry a tune to save her life. She has none of Joe's musical talent.I have defo posted about this before but I love to imagine Barry walking in and hearing Iris singing in the kitchen or something, and it's the most awful, tuneless singing you have ever heard, so bad it could burst eardrums, and it's his favourite sound in the world. He loves it. Meanwhile, everyone else's ears are bleeding.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

So I know allegedly Barry is Iris's best friend BUT to me her best friend will always be Cisco. I absolutely adore their dynamic. I especially love the closeness they develop between s3 and s4 when Barry is missing and they are both relying on each other and joining forces to find a way to bring him back. Also one of my fave moments, I can never remember what ep or season it's on, I wanna say s2? But iirc, Tony Woodward comes back as like a zombie or something and he's after them, and Cisco leaps in front of her all dramatic like "Get behind me!!" and Iris gets so cross and shoves him behind her and goes "YOU get behind ME!" and it cracks me up every time. It just fills me with joy seeing them share a screen in general. I think it's a very layered and supportive relationship between two very kind and loving characters who also aren't afraid to give each other a good telling off when the situation calls for it. I love them, your honour

I also kinda like the idea of Iris being friends with Shawna Baez. I don't know what it is, I'm pretty sure they never interacted, but I think Iris would give her good advice and they'd have a good time hanging out

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

You know, I honestly don't have clear memories of my first impression of most of the characters! My memories of watching the first season for the first time in general are very vague. I do specifically remember not liking Len at ALL which is so funny to me now skshsggss. But I don't remember much about my first impression of Iris. I do remember that I didn't care for Westallen when I first started the show, but I'm not sure if that was anything to do with disliking Iris, or if it was just the ship as a whole (and there are still aspects of their s1 dynamic that are not my favourite, much as I adore that season).That being said by s2 I remember being so on board with her and loving her! I do think she took a little while to grow into herself as a character, whenever I do a rewatch I find it a bit jarring revisiting her, she seems so different to me, especially in the first handful of eps! But yeah on the whole I barely remember my first time watching the early seasons which is so funny to me. My ex actually made me watch it. He was like "oh you'll love it". Anyways we broke up like 8 years ago and it's still my favourite show, so he clearly wasn't wrong lmao

Thank youuuu :D

[brandnulife]

Flash Characters Who Should’ve Appeared in the Final Season

Alexa Rivera/Fuerza

Arielle Atkins

Bart West-Allen/Impulse

Bashir Malik/Psych

Carla Tannhauser

Cisco Ramon/Vibe

Clark Kent/Superman (Earth-38)

Clay Parker

Dave Ratchet/Big Sir

Deon Owens

Despero

Eva McCulloch/Mirror Monarch

Felicity Smoak

Grace Gibbons

Hannibal Bates

Henry Hewitt/Tokamak

Izzy Bowin/The Fiddler

Jake Fox/Jack

Janet Petty/Null

Jefferson Pierce/Black Lightning

John Deegan

J’onn J’onzz/Martian Manhunter

Jones

Joslyn Jackam/Weather Witch

Julian Albert/Alchemy

Kamilla Hwang

Kara Danvers/Supergirl

Kendra Saunders/Hawkgirl

King

Kyle Nimbus/The Mist

Leslie Jocoy/Amunet Black

Linda Park (Earth-Prime) 

Linda Park/Dr. Light (Earth-2)

Lisa Snart/Golden Glider

Lois Lane (Earth-38)

Marcus

Marlize DeVoe

Matthew Norvock

Maurice

Meena Dhawan/Fast Track

Mia Queen

Mick Rory/Heat Wave

Millie Rawlins/Sunshine

Mona Taylor/Queen

Natalie

Nora Darhk

Patty Spivot

Ralph Dibny/Elongated Man

Ray Palmer/The Atom

Ray Terrill/The Ray

Renee and Tinya Wazzo

Rosa Dillon/Top

Ryan Choi

Sam Scudder/Mirror Master

Sara Lance

Sharon Finkel

Shawna Baez/Peek-a-Boo

Shay Lamden/King Shark (Earth-2)

Sue Dearbon

Tanya Lamden

Tina McGee

Tracy Brand

Wanda Wayland/Queen

[ao3feed-captaincanary]

Lisa Snart Appreciation Week 2016

by ArtemisBAMF1218

Long delayed publication of stuff I wrote for Lisa Snart appreciation Week years ago. So enjoy.

Words: 13004, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English

Fandoms: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), DCU, The Flash (TV 2014)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lisa Snart, Carter Hall, Leonard Snart, Cisco Ramon, Mick Rory, Sara Lance, Lewis Snart, Barry Allen, Lashawn "Shawna" Baez, Mark Mardon, Hartley Rathaway, Dante Ramon, Axel Walker

Relationships: Carter Hall/Lisa Snart, Cisco Ramon/Lisa Snart, Sara Lance/Leonard Snart

Additional Tags: Soul Bond, Sibling Bonding, Fluff, Humor, Undercover as a Couple, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

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[shrinkthisviolet]

🌹🌹

“Ha!” The teleporter taunted as she once again escaped Morgan’s forcefield. “Sucks to suck, huh, Sentry?”

(The teleporter, ofc, is Shawna Baez!)

send me a “🌹” and I’ll post a snippet from a WIP I’m writing!

[dailybarrycaitlin]

The Scars are Made (They're Changing the Game)

Read on the Ao3 here

by NoelleAngelFyre

Words: 3348, Chapters: 2/4, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Can't Leave You Behind (We're Intertwined)

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014), The Flash - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Barry Allen, Caitlin Snow, Hartley Rathaway, Axel Walker, James Jesse, Mark Mardon, Roy Bivolo, Cisco Ramon, Lisa Snart, Lashawn "Shawna" Baez, Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak (mentioned), Joe West (mentioned), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Barry Allen/Caitlin Snow, Hartley Rathaway/Axel Walker, Lisa Snart/Cisco Ramon/Shawna Baez, Mark Mardon/Original Female Character(s), Roy Bivolo/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, The Rogues As Family (The Flash), established relationship(s) - Freeform, Team as Family, Families of Choice, Past Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Attempted Sexual Attempt (non-explicit), Assault (non-explicit), Implied Sexual Content, Family Feels, references to past events, Domestic Bliss, Protectiveness, Friends to Lovers, References to Canon Events

[rurousha]

From Fox River to Central City, Ch 9/14

Chapter 9 - Nightfall

1 – Team Flash & Legends, Mick-1 & Palmer 2 – Mayor Snart, clearly the most crooked here 4 – Cold-4, retired 11 – Killer Cold & Heatwave, bad guys 16 – Cold-16 & Sara-16, thieves 19 – Leonard-19 & Mick-19, smugglers 22 – Snart-22 & Rory-22, cyborg survivors 27 – Len-27 & Mickey-27, freedom fighters 29 – Michael-29, Lincoln, Veronica, & LJ, criminals but the good guys? 30 – Scofield-30, structural engineer 53 – Leo & Ray, 4-ever

Michael was not surprised to learn that Saints and Sinners was a bar or that Cold-4 knew exactly where to find it.

“It looks a bit different,” Cold-4 said. “It’s part of a strip on my Earth. No side alleys.” He reached for the door, but it swung open first.

Mark Mardon and Shawna Baez stepped out. Mardon took one look at Cold and went, “Nope.”

Shawna quickly followed, shaking her head and muttering, “Mm-mh.”

Michael sighed. He thought he knew what they were going to find in there.

Inside, Sara and Mickey-27 were finishing up a game of pool, Mayor Snart and Len-27 were pushing a couple of tables together so that Mick-1 could set down shot glasses, Leonard and Mick-19 were eating dinner with Snart-22 nearby, and Cold-16 was arguing with Rory-22 over at the juke box. At least, Michael thought that’s who everyone was. If there were other patrons in the bar, they were making themselves scarce.

“Oh, come on,” Cold-4 complained. “This is my bar.”

The woman behind the bar yelled, “Here’s yet another Old Fashioned for whichever one of you ordered it.”

Cold-16 retrieved the drink.

The bartender asked him. “It all this on one tab?”

“No!” five people answered at once.

“Yes,” Mick-1 answered. He pulled out a credit card and handed it to her.

“Good,” she said, “’Cause I didn’t want to try telling you all apart. Thank you,” she looked at the card, “Raymond Palmer.” She rolled her eyes at Mick but took the card behind the bar.

“I’ll have a beer,” Lincoln ordered. “Whatever’s on tap.”

Michael spotted a promising sign propped up on one of the shelves. “I’ll have a couple of those pickled eggs.”

“That’s disgusting,” Lincoln said.

Cold-4 held up a couple of fingers to indicate he wanted two also.

“This ain’t everybody,” Mickey-27 said. “Who we missing?”

“The other Scofield,” Leonard-19 said from across the room. “Haven’t seen him all day.”

“He’s holed up in the labs,” Lincoln said.

“Nah,” Mick-19 said. “I think the Killers got to him, and nobody noticed.”

Or cared, Michael thought. “Leo and Ray,” he said out loud.

More than one person snorted.

“Does he even drink?” Cold-16 mocked.

“Not enough,” Mick-1 answered.

“Well, that tight-ass Leo with his tight-ass white board might be a complete twat,” Leonard-19 started and held up an empty shot glass, “but I will grant him this much. Never have I ever.”

“No,” Mayor Snart said. “We are better than this.”

“Never have I ever!” Leonard-19 insisted, “punched a Nazi in the face.”

Mick-1 lined up a bunch of shot glasses, poured something clear and probably very toxic into them, and promptly knocked one back.

“Well, alright then,” Leonard-19 said, “well done you.”

Surprisingly, Cold-16 and Sara-16 also took shots. “Time travel,” Sara said by way of explanation. “We didn’t even start it.”

The others started to drift towards the middle tables.

“Now, do trashy neo-Nazis count?” Lincoln asked. “Like trailer trash white guys that shout really racist things at protesters?”

“No,” Leonard-19 clarified, “it’s got to be proper Nazis. Like swastikas and guns and heils – the whole bit.”

“Okay, then no.”

“I’ve got one.” Cold-4 took a seat next to Michael while some others pulled more chairs over. There were rather a lot of them here. “Never have I ever time travelled.”

Roughly half of the people present took a shot and hissed once they drank whatever Mick-1 had poured them. Rory-22 nodded at his glass and said, “That’s nice.”

Michael decided that this was actually an excellent information-gathering technique. He had to admit that he was incredibly curious about the other worlds. Now that he thought about it, that was probably why his doppelganger started this game in the first place. “Never have I ever broken someone else out of prison. Not for lack of trying.”

Lincoln laughed when every single person at the table – including Mayor Snart – took a shot. “Wow, Michael. I think I’m seeing the similarities now.”

“My favorite one was this really messed up place in Panama,” Cold-4 said.

“Sona!” exclaimed three people at the table. Michael assumed that was the name of the prison, as they all seemed to be nodding in camaraderie.

“My turn,” Lincoln said. “Never have I ever set a building on fire.”

There were boos all around, and every Mick took a shot. So did Sara and two Snarts. “What?” one defended. “They make for excellent distractions.”

“You sure?” Michael ribbed his brother. “Not even Mr. Amaris’ shed?”

“I told you that wasn’t me. It was Terry Jace, and he was a moron.”

Mick-1 said, “I guess this makes you the boring one.”

“Okay, never have I ever until five seconds ago, been accused of being ‘the boring one’,” Lincoln objected.

Michael took his first shot. He was the only one. “That felt kind of personal,” he coughed roughly. That stuff was awful.

“Never have I ever slept with the Flash!” Sara-16 shouted.

There were cheers all around when Leonard-19 and Mayor Snart took a shot.

Mick-1 narrowed his eyes at the mayor. “Didn’t your Flash turn out to be a serial killer? Not judging.”

The mayor’s expression shuttered for just a beat before he responded, “At least he was a little more age-appropriate than this Flash. Seriously, that kid’s barely out of high school.”

“He’s 29 and married,” Michael corrected. He didn’t know why he felt the need to defend Barry’s age, but he did.

“Enemies with benefits?” Sara-16 asked Leonard-19.

“Something like that,” Leonard-19 hedged.

Rory-22 elbowed Cold-4. “Really? You two seemed pretty chummy in the hallway when he dropped you off.”

Cold-4 shrugged. “He’s just a chummy guy. Plus we’re both straight, if you can believe it.”

“I don’t,” Len-27 said.

“Stranger things have happened,” Michael defended. It was looking like he and the older, married Cold were the only completely straight ones among his doppelgangers. He wasn’t used to being in a minority in that regard.

“That’s true,” Mayor Snart agreed. “For example, never have I ever…”

~

Palmer had shown up at some point. Mick-1 had immediately handed him three shots and said, “Catch up. You’ve time-traveled, punched a Nazi, and been the boring one.” Now the two of them were arguing over the music. Or the bill. Michael wasn’t sure which.

Some time later, Michael was feeling more than a little fuzzy. He didn’t often drink more than the occasional beer or glass of wine, so even the three shots he’d had of Mick’s drain cleaner were running through him very fast.

Lincoln unsteadily stood up next to him with a very smug smile. “Never have I ever!” he announced to the room. Everyone had scattered a little and were in various states of inebriation, “made out with one Dr. Sara Tancredi.”

Cold-4 took a shot without blinking. He was playing pool with Snart-22, but they had shot glasses nearby just in case someone decided to keep playing. Like Lincoln.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate,” Michael complained. The room was tippy. Lincoln was ridiculously happy. Michael wanted to punch him.

“But have you ever?”

“And made out is a high school thing. We’re not in school, Linc.”

“But have you ever, Michael?”

Michael grumbled low in his nose and took a shot.

Lincoln whooped and slapped him on the back. “I knew it.”

“It’s good Flash and Cisco came to get us,” Michael mumbled. “I would have ruined her. And Sucre. And C-Note. And Pope.”

“No, no getting gloomy, Michael. Here, have a drink.”

“Yeah,” Mickey-27 agreed from across the room. “You’ve only got a psychotic, super-powered version of yourself after you. No reason to get sad.”

“No. Never have I ever thought it was a good idea to get black-out drunk while there was a hit out on my life.”

Every single person in the bar took a shot.

~

Michael got dinner. It was greasy, but he felt better already. Beside him, Lincoln was talking to Mayor Snart again.

“Let me get this straight,” Lincoln said. “You are openly gay.”

“Right,” Mayor Snart confirmed.

“And you have a criminal history.”

“Juvenile, but yes.”

“How exactly did you get elected?”

Mayor Snart grinned. “In a landslide.”

~

That wasn’t Lincoln. That was Mickey-27. Or Mick-1. No, there was Mick-1. Where was Lincoln?

Michael finally spotted Lincoln chatting with Sara-16. Cold-16 was standing beside them, slipping on his jacket. It wasn’t the parka. He held Sara’s coat open for her to put on. Lincoln smiled at the both of them and then came over to Michael.

“Hey, Mike, you awake enough to head somewhere else?”

“Where?” Michael asked.

“We’re not sure. We’ll find someplace.”

Bad idea. Very bad idea.

“It’s…” Michael checked the time on a clock on the wall, “almost eleven.”

“Yeah?”

“This really isn’t a good time to go bar-hopping, Lincoln.”

“Completely disagree, Mikey. I’m going. Stay or don’t; it’s up to you.”

Asshole. Lincoln knew Michael couldn’t just stay behind again. He chased after Lincoln and the 16s out the door. The cold air hit him like a wall, and he suddenly felt much more awake.

“Coming kiddo?” Cold-16 asked of him. He had Sara’s arm in his and led the group closer to downtown.

“I’m 30!” Michael objected. He was dismayed to note that there was a hint of petulance in his tone.

~

They ended up in a much nicer part of town. There were still a few restaurants open for drinks or dessert, but Sara seemed to be looking for a club. But she found something else instead.

“Ahhh, that’s sweet.”

Michael looked across the street. Sara was looking in the window of a dimly-lit restaurant that was still open. Sitting at one of the tables was Leo and Ray, chatting and grinning at each other. They looked happy. They looked in love.

In a dark, bitter part of himself that he refused to acknowledge, Michel hated them in that moment.

“Adorable,” Cold-16 agreed, but there was something dangerous in his tone.

Cold had a brick in hand. Just as Michael shouted “Don’t!”, Cold ran a couple of steps into the empty street and threw the brick through the window, just missing Ray. Someone inside the restaurant screamed, and both Leo and Ray stood, immediately at the ready.

“Oh shit,” Sara chortled. Smiling, she grabbed Cold’s wrist and dragged him down another street.

“Yeah, we really want to be somewhere else now,” Lincoln said and chased after them.

“But…” Michael objected. He liked Leo and wanted to stay and help. But he heard sirens and decided that being not here was an excellent idea. He followed his brother.

They ran down a couple of streets, but Sara and Cold-16 were nowhere in sight.

“Where’d they go?” Lincoln asked. They could still hear sirens a few streets over.

“I’m guessing there.” Michael pointed at the entrance to what was obviously a club. It didn’t have a name displayed out front, but there was a bouncer and a couple of patrons exiting. The tell, however, was the clapboard sign on the sidewalk that read Captain Cold Cosplayers – first round free!

“Good call.”

~

Lincoln and Michael entered the club, quickly ushered in by the bouncer. They came in on a platform at the top of some winding stairs going down. They could see the crowd of dancers below them and the bar on one side. It was better lit than most dance clubs, and they could spot Cold and Sara already finding a spot to dance.

“So… this is a gay bar, then,” Lincoln said over the music. There were a few heterosexual couples among the dancers, but the group was overwhelmingly male.

“Looks like it,” Michael agreed.

“Was this world’s Captain Cold publicly out or something?”

“I don’t think he was publicly anything except snarky and well-armed.”

Lincoln tipped his head in agreement. Then he sighed. “What are we doing here, Michael?” he asked over the music.

“Those two are loose cannons. We need to get them back to STAR Labs.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?”

Michael sighed. Then he pulled out the phone that Cold-4 gave to him.

“No,” Lincoln objected. “We are not calling Cold-4 or the Flash. I’m not going to be the snitch in this scenario, Michael.”

“Well, I don’t have any other ideas, Lincoln. This has gotten out of hand.” As he spoke, Michael’s eyes swept over the dance floor again, looking for ideas. What he saw instead was something entirely different.

The mirror behind the bar rippled. Then a well-dressed man stepped out of it. His eyes went straight to Cold-16, who was spinning Sara around the dance floor. The man reached back into the mirror and helped a woman step out beside him. One of the bartenders finally noticed them, dropped what he was holding, and fled. No one else seemed to notice them.

They stepped around the bar and made a beeline straight for Cold and Sara. They didn’t look happy.

“Sara,” Michael said. Then he shouted as loud as he could, “Sara! Sara!” He leaned over the railing and waved to get her attention.

“Mike, what are you doing?” Lincoln asked, a little embarrassed. A few people were looking at them, and the bouncer poked his head in.

The well-dressed man slipped a concealed pistol out of his jacket, and Michael screamed, “SARA!”

Finally, Sara’s head snapped up to look at Michael. She gave a confused shrug, and Cold-16 frowned at him.

Michael pointed. “Gun!”

The two spun around just in time to see the man close in on them and point the gun at Cold. Sara blocked his arm with her forearm and knocked the gun out of his hand. Cold kicked him in the ribs.

The crowd right around them screamed and scattered.

“Scudder,” Cold-16 sneered. “This world really is different, because I’m pretty sure I killed you already.”

“You certainly tried, Snart,” Scudder replied, “but I’ve got a few new tricks this time.” He snapped his fingers, and the mirrors all around the room – behind the bar, in the hall by the bathroom, over some of the seating – all rippled, and a handful of men stepped into the room.

Sara leaned over to Cold. “Can we beat them up now?”

“My dear, I wish you would.”

Sara grinned and dove for one man wielding a taser, and Cold spun to shoot a line of lighting fixtures on the ceiling. The brittle ice broke, and the fixtures crashed to the ground.

Michael and Lincoln tried to run down the stairs to help Sara and Cold, but the crowd of people going up slowed their progress. By the time they made it to the ground, they had gotten separated. Lincoln couldn’t see Michael, but he did see someone approaching Cold from behind. Lincoln grabbed a barstool and hit the assailant just as Cold spun around.

Cold smiled and said, “Your timing is perfect as always, Mi…”

Then he looked over at Lincoln properly, and his glee visibly faded. It was replaced with the closest thing to honesty Lincoln had seen from him, and it was all pain. Just as quickly, it disappeared, and Cold was back. He shouldered past Lincoln to join Sara again.

Sara was face-to-face with Rosa Dillon.

“You’re new,” Rosa cooed. “Let’s see how pretty you look with your brains splattered all over the walls.”

Rosa’s eyes flashed, but Sara quickly closed hers. Then, eyes closed, she drew her favored staff and extended it.

“Uh, what are you doing,” Rosa asked cautiously.

Sara spun her stick around a few times between her hands. “Warming up.” Then, eyes still closed, she charged Rosa, who screamed and ran back towards the bar.

Lincoln punched out another guy and scanned the club for Michael. He saw Scudder grab Dillon and escape through a mirror as Cold-16 knocked out the last thug. Then, across the room, on the other side of the destroyed lighting and décor, he saw Sara grab Michael’s arm and pull him out the back exit along with the last of the club staff. There were still a few patrons in his way, and he couldn’t get over there easily.

Cold-16 shoved at Lincoln’s shoulder and barked, “Come on, time to leave!”

Disoriented by the fight and the running people, Lincoln followed Cold back up the front stairs.

People poured out of the building, and Lincoln hurried around the side looking for Michael. Instead, he found Cold-16 holding a lit match between two fingers, staring at the flame.

“Do you know, Lincoln Burrows,” Cold asked conversationally, as if this encounter were completely normal, “what Mick Rory wanted from the world?”

Lincoln floundered for a second. He just wanted to find Michael, but this psychotic look-alike brought chaos and confusion everywhere with him. “I don’t know. To eat, drink, and set it on fire?”

“Yes,” Cold said. The flame had almost reached his fingertips. “Exactly. He wanted to make it all burn.”

Then he flicked the match to the ground, where several bottles of very high proof alcohol had been broken against the wood-paneled wall.

“No!”

The wall immediately blazed to life.

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This chapter's club scene is brought to you by https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crdMfAAp20M.

Yes, I know Michael didn't actually kiss Sara Tancredi until after this point in Prison Break, but the line was too good to pass up.

[coldflasher]

Okay, new headcanon that that's what happened to Shawna Baez, aka Peek-A-Boo, after she gets released in Rogue Air! She becomes a pap photographer. Who better to get those high-risk pap shots than a teleporter? She can get right up in the action, snap a pic and be gone in the blink of an eye...

I was late to Flash Disappearance Day but Im right on time for Zoom and Grodd destroying the city center. To all tumblr users from Central City, stay safe out there today.

[purplecyborgnewt]

@gorogues

[strangebrainrot]

FlashRogues or Coldflashwave: Green Eyed Ephininy + It's Not You, It's My Enemies

The Rogues were actually having a fairly domestic day. Some of them were getting groceries, a couple of them were doing some thrifting, and the rest were doing whatever it is they do when they're not committing atrocities. The key word here is were because while thrifting with Shawna and Axel, Lisa had spotted one Barry Allen at the cafe across the street. Apparently the only cafe he goes to given the number of times she'd seen him there with the STAR Labs crew.

Except this time he was there with a girl and it wasn't the doctor or his foster-sister. It was a different girl. The others saw that Lisa had stopped dead in her tracks and looked to see what was wrong and boy did they see. In an instant, Axel had texted the rest of the Rogues, making sure that the ones still at home brought everyone's weapons and jackets. Branding and such are still important, especially when there's a girl with her mitts on your CSI.

They had known for a while that he was their favorite, but this was something else. To have all of the Rogues show up so close to a precinct was unheard of, but for a boy? It was outright preposterous.

It had begun to thunder overhead and Mark's expression was one to match, just like those of the Rogues that had guns had fired into the air and Hartley shattered the front windows for good measure. The key was to get his attention and if that didn't work, either he was deaf or had ADHD something fierce. Luckily for them, he did look up and his eyes widened to find all of Central City's real big bads waiting for him across the street.

He had the good sense to look apologetic and say something to the girl before she turned around to see what he meant. And then she screamed.

Barry looked straight at them as the crowd of people ran around him and out of the building. With no bystanders to see, he ran up to them in a flash. To some, this was a surprise, and it would seem that others already knew and had withheld that useful piece of information.

No matter. They had his attention now. And Cold was the first to speak, "Who was that pretty girl, Barry?"

At least he had the good sense to look surprised.

"You guys started causing a panic because I was on a date?"

And well. When he put it like that, it really did make them think. That is what had happened, wasn't it. It wasn't like one of them had just seen him walking down the street and decided to say hi. No this was very different, indeed.

"We can't help it if the only CSI in the precinct looks like you," Kyle had a point.

"Y'know I figured you would all hate me since I processed most of your evidence and even locked you up one way or another," he really didn't get it, did he?

Lisa sauntered up and to his side. "You, Barry Allen, are the only person in all of Central City that's good enough to play our game."

"You've got a brain that outdoes that pretty face of yours, sunshine," Mark had long since calmed down and the thunder has ceased, but his voice sounded just like it.

"Are you guys seriously propositioning me right now?"

"What if we were?" Axel crossed his arms, indignant at Barry's disbelief.

"I'm pretty sure dating your villains is breaking superhero rule number one."

"Good thing we villains like to break rules and, from what I hear, you do too, every now and then," Hartley had a point and he had clearly been sending too much time with Snart if he made said point with a pun.

What was most surprising was that he was considering it.

"You know what. Sure. You each get one date. The Arrow used to kill people so I really don't think he has room to talk in regards to breaking the rules of being a superhero. Plus he still owes me for shooting me."

"He did what?" It was hard to tell, but it was most likely everyone shouting in unison out of sheer shock and appal.

And for the first time any of them had seen, he laughed. Not a pensive chuckle or sharp exhale through his nose. No. They made Barry properly laugh and from the looks of it, it had been a while.