Fastest man alive

“That… would be indeed helpful. I am lost, as I am looking for a place to gather some herbs. If any are in this… city.”

“Some herbs? Like, in a  garden?”, he asked, trying to remember the map of the city. “I’m pretty sure that one of the districts has a huge park.. we might be able to find something in there?”

Two guys—both clad in ridiculous outfits—walked down the busy street. No, they didn’t know each other, but to those passing by it probably looked like they were friends. You know, considering how similar their costumes were.

It wouldn’t have made much of an impression on Tommy, if only they hadn’t been walking at the same pace for so long.

The light-haired man took in the red suit beside him. Curiously enough, the material looked similar to his own specially made suit, though it was hard to say why. Honestly, it was just like Tommy to ignore the lightning bolt stitched into the guy’s front. It wasn’t the most interesting costume he’d seen before, okay?

Instead, both of his eyes moved back to his own abdomen and he compared the noticeable differences. It was only then that the speedster heard a voice muttering something about Christmas under a breath. Holy shit, they did look like a freaking Christmas advertisement! 

His eyes narrowed; there was one speedster that he knew off with a green suit, light hair and goggles. Inertia, and he sure didn’t mean well if he ended up in the Hive. As far as he knew, Bart wasn’t around, which meant that he had to deal with his nephew’s enemy and descendant of his own arch enemy alone.

However, the longer he stared at the boy, the less he looked like Thawne. When he talked, he didn’t seem to recognise him either, which was either him being a good actor or genuinely dealing with a new speedster that he never met before. It couldn’t have been impossible, meetings from alternate dimensions and timelines was a common occurrence to his life.

It was ridiculous for the scientists behind this little experiment to think they could keep his cold gun away from him for long. While it was true they had exchanged the masterpiece he had on him when he arrived, there was one thing they could never take from him: his intimate knowledge of every single mechanism, screw, and wire of that gun. And so, it was after a week of gathering components from various sources –including the cheap imitation he was given in exchange– he had finally replicated what had been stolen from him.

And there was no better time for him to have finished this project– he had recently learned that Barry Allen was somewhere in this city. Maybe they could go ice skating together. Do a little catching up.

He really did like chatting with that kid.

Now as far as the matter of arranging a meeting went, Snart figured he would go with a bank robbery. He was just an old fashioned guy at heart. This wouldn’t be any normal bank job for him, however, this time he didn’t stop any alarms from being raised. 

And so Leonard Snart strode confidently into a branch of the Hive City National Credit Union, reflexively firing a blast of his cold gun at both security guards. The two men quite literally froze in their tracks. “Somebody better call the police.” Cold said mockingly as he walked up to the bank tellers. Predictably, that’s exactly what they did as alarms bells went off loudly before he took more than a few steps. Perfect.

“Thanks.” He smirked before turning his gun on the entire crowd of people around him, firing a steady stream as he went. Now all that remained were the tellers who were scared out of their wits, but before Snart could so much as twitch a muscle, a red blur zoomed into the bank and came to a stop in front of him.

News traveled fast in that city, but not faster than he could get to the crime scene. An old fashioned bank robbery, that’s what he was hoping for. As she speeded towards the central bank, the frozen security guards at the entrance genuinely took him by surprise. There were a few villains that had ice powers and that he knew of, but what mattered was how did they manage to get here in the first place.

Running inside the main room, he only had to take one look at the culprit to know who he was; dark blue parka and glasses, his prominent cold gun in hand, or rather, a make shift one that seemed to be working just as well. The next question that came to mind was, if he really was as alone as he seemed. The Rogues almost never operated alone, and he had to be ready to face Heat Wave, Glider, Piper, Trickshot, anyone. 

He stopped in front of the tellers, ready to disarm Snart if he had to. Which he would probably end up doing, but not before getting some answers to his questions. After all, Snart wanted a chat and he was about to offer him one anyway. He might have called him by his real name, but the good thing was, it didn’t matter to anyone in the Hive, not that he knew of. Next thing he knew, Iris could pop out of nowhere.