Lightning streaked through Central City. Something which wasn't actually uncommon. The citizens of the Gem City had started to grow used to the startling appearance of their resident hero, the Flash. As the Fastest Man Alive he was able to run so quickly along the ground he generated lightning that dashed behind him as he ran.
However this wasn't the Flash.
The lightning was not the usual bright yellow that it often appeared to be... instead it was a different colour. A bright shade of red... like blood in the water. In front of the lightning, a yellow blur could be made out running through the streets of Central City. Some citizens even claimed to hear something similar to laughing as the lightning passed. Some claimed to have not even noticed the laughing... but all citizens that had witnessed the lighting had all agreed on one simple fact.
This was NOT the Flash. Or any other Speedster across the planet... this was something else entirely.
"Control to Thawne." The device on the Speedster's wrist clicked to life. "Local news reports are saying that the local gang known as the Rogues are currently in the middle of a robbery at the Lexbro Bank on 5th Avenue." The Speedster screeched to a halt, causing the ground beneath his feet to chip away due to the pressure caused by his speed.
"What do you want ME to do about it?" Eobard Thawne asked in his naturally low and gritty voice. The people on the streets around him stared at him in awe. Some took pictures... but Thawne didn't care. He simply ignored them.
"This robbery isn't supposed to succeed, Thawne." Control pointed out. "And the Flash is occupied right now."
"Talking Gorillas isn't it?" Thawne smirked.
"It doesn't matter."
Thawne chuckled to himself slightly before returning back to his super fast sprint down the city streets. "Roger that, Control." He muttered. "I've always been a fan of Superheroes."
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"How's it coming boys?!" Captain Cold yelled as he stood atop a large, wooden table in the middle of the bank's main lobby area. He was surrounded by hostages. People that had come in for a simple transaction that had got more then they bargained for. Some were crying, some were staying silent. All were staying out of the way. It seemed as though they wanted to avoid the wrong end of Leonard Snart's Cold Gun.
"We're almost through!" Heat Wave snapped from the Vault area. "Should just be another minute!" Cold gripped his gun before jumping down from the table and marching towards the Vault. Stood by the door was Axel Walker. Otherwise known as the Trickster who was currently messing with what seemed to be a Yo Yo.
"Trickster!" He growled causing Axel to drop his toy in surprise. "Watch the Hostages!"
"Sure thing, boss." Axel muttered before walking into the lobby. Captain Cold stepped into the Vault area and pushed Heat Wave aside.
"We ain't got a minute, Mick!" Cold growled before pointing his gun towards the Vault's safe."The Flash is gonna be here any second!" He pulled the trigger, sending a blast of sub zero cold directly towards the already boiling door, covering it in a thick layer of pure ice. After a few seconds the door begin to crack before slowly crumbling into large chunks of ice.
"You, ready Sam?" Heat Wave asked before tossing a small mirror into the middle of the Vault's floor.
"To get rich?" Sam Scudder asked as he materialized into the middle of the beautiful paper money stacked to the ceiling. "As ready as I'll ever be!"
The Rogues glanced at each other before going about the usual routine. Grabbing as much money as they could fit into their hands and tossing it into the mirror portal that Sam (The Mirror Master) had created. With their teamwork they had cleaned out over half of the Vault's contents in only a few minutes.
"That's what I call teamwork, Rogues!" Cold said before grinning."Now let's-"
"Guys?" The Trickster yelled from the Lobby."We've got tr-" The sentence was interrupted by a yelp of pain, quickly the Rogues ran towards the main area in order to assist their teammate and found to their horror that all of their hostages had disappeared, seemingly into thin air... and less importantly the Trickster was lying unconscious on the floor with blood dripping from his nose.
"What the he-" Mirror Master started to say, just as the main doors to the bank blew open and a figure appeared out of nowhere upon the table before them.
"Rogues..." Eobard Thawne muttered almost as if he was attempting to memorize the name. "I've always hated Rogues." He was wearing what appeared to be light armour crafted out of a bright form of energy... and the colours of his own costume were exactly the same as those of the Flash... only they'd been reversed. Yellow where the Red was supposed to be... and Red where the Yellow was supposed to be.
"You're not the Flash!" Captain Cold growled. He pulled out his Cold Gun, Mirror Master and Heat Wave both did the same with their own weapons.
"No." Thawne muttered before zipping forward, the Rogues reacted as quickly as possible, however to Thawne they may as well have been standing still. "I'm-" A super fast blow struck Heat Wave directly in the face, crushing his nose and sending him flying into the wall directly behind him. By this point the Energy Blasts from the Rogues' guns had landed where Thawne had once stood. "-Much-" Mirror Master shattered into a million light pieces and almost immediately after every window in the nearby vicinity shattered into nothing. "-Worse." Captain Cold slammed to the ground, towering above him Eobard Thawne could do nothing but smile. "Worse then the Flash." He said. "And MUCH worse then the Rogues."
Captain Cold fired his weapon and immediately felt his wrist snap before being effortlessly picked up by the throat and slammed against the wall next to the bank entrance.
"What the hell are you?!" Leonard Snart gasped as he felt his throat slowly begin to get crushed by the Speedster's elbow.
"I'm not the Flash." Thawne muttered. "And you're going to wish you'd never met me."
Captain Cold braced himself as the Reverse Flash began to land dozens upon dozens of blows upon his helpless target in what seemed to be merely seconds.
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