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The Hoodz - Heat (1995)

Various movies encapsulate not only a bank robbery but how intense a shootout is such as Heat.

The Hoodz have had their fair share of bank robberies (even the ones with a badge) and have had times where they didn't know if they were going to make it. They take notes but share a good beer while at it, reminiscing on the ‘good old times.’

The Innocentz - Scarface (1983)

This movie has it all.

Drugs, gang wars, corruption, death, murder, and the disillusionment of The American Dream. Coming from immigrant parents or being immigrants themselves, The Innocentz (or some of them) found themselves in Tony Montana’s shoes. They want to hit it big and become the next drug lord like that one guy in Liberty City. Then again, they all love to reference ‘Say hello to my little friend’ whenever they watch the movie and laugh about it like the coked-up druggies they are.

The Smileys - The Adventures of Elmo in Grouchland (1999)

The image of them SCREAMING at the screen in complete despair over Elmo losing his blanket is something I can see them doing.

It's what I did when I was younger so I can see every member doing the same and cursing any other character who bothered Elmo in the slightest. They take their valuables very seriously, especially Barry who holds his ‘daughters’ close to his heart, threatening anyone who dares to even touch them.

The Wardogs - All Quiet On The Western Front (1930)

There's a scene where the main character Paul is asked by his Professor to tell young men about his heroism and patriotism when he served in the war. At first Paul is hesitant as he has so words to say before he finally tells them the truth. The real truth. There is death. There is murder. There is no mercy. That is all.

“It’s dirty and painful to die for your country.”

And everyone calls him a traitor, a coward, an embarrassment of a soldier who should be proud to serve his country.

It's an anti-war movie, sure, but it stays with The Wardogs constantly even when they remember walking back to their hometowns after serving their time overseas.

Cerberus - Se7en (1995)

Let's be honest, these guys have faced the worst of the worst in their line of work.

They may work with Starkweather but they work with all sorts of stupid rich assholes who cause even the worst of crimes to each other. All because of the dumbest feuds, the mishandling of expensive products, and the greed of collecting the greens. Se7en displays a world they've seen countless times whether it be in their ‘normal’ job or the job they take shooting down who is against their boss. They’ve seen detectives look too far into their work, serial killers who tore into men/women/children for their sick desires, innocent people in the wrong place and time, and watch as the life in their lives fades away.

So a serial killer who bases his killings on the seven deadly sins is not far from what Cerberus has faced by far.

CCPD - Maniac Cop (1988)

Sometimes these guys watch even the most ridiculous films centered around cops just for the hell of it.

Whether it be for fun, to live through a power fantasy, or even just to watch countless people (innocent or not) die in horrific ways, it's still a classic for the whole precinct to watch this movie or watch the series in general. Watching a dead cop go on a killing spree across New York City while simultaneously setting fear into the hearts of men and women alike just brings absolute joy to the gang as a whole.

It's a classic, classics never die.

SWAT - Falling Down (1993)

All it takes is one bad day.

I’m sure that rigorous training, having to support a family with blood money, having to work with a very disgusting man who runs a snuff film industry, and having to kill people whether they were innocent or not will demonstrate some problems.

You get frustrated.

Upset.

Angry.

You want to be able to have things go your way but you can't and everyone looks at you like you’re selfish for it. You want to have a normal life and have a normal family outing but you’re plagued with images of corpses being rigorously shot at a far or close distance, their insides painting the walls. You feel like you’re going to lose it by your wife asking for more money, your kids wanting a new toy, or even the traffic blocking your way to your ‘regular’ job. You're going to lose your mind and you’re one bad thing away from grabbing that gun and letting lose on everyone who ever put their doubt into you.

But give the SWAT some credit, at least they have each other to vent out their frustrations when the pressure becomes too much.

The Skinz - None

No one asked them. No one likes them. They weren't even invited. If they rode up they’d be met with a rain of bullets.

Bonus!!!

The Camheadz - 8mm (1999)

This movie is about a snuff film.

I mean, I feel like this gang in particular plays a huge part in Mr. Nasty’s snuff films not because their heads are cameras but because I feel like each one of them has a distinct style in general.

Like, one wants to go after women, another goes after men, another the homeless, and so on. They all have their tapes, each inserted into their camera heads to record their best moments and to either save for themselves or to sell for a few more bucks. But let's be honest, they keep the tapes for themselves, just for personal reasons.

So to have a film perfectly demonstrates their lifestyle, even if it doesn't get everything right, it does play well into how deprived human beings can be just to get what they want.

The Clownz - It (1990)

I mean, duh, what else would they watch?

They saw the miniseries and studied the book like it was the Bible just to increase their obsession like the white-painted fiends that they are. Speaking out lines from the alien creature clown itself to either scare children or grown men alike.

We all float down here, Cash.

The Jury - Punishment Park (1971)

Imagine a world during the Vietnam War when President Nixon decreed that those who were ‘anti-war’ would be detained and forced to either spend time in jail or spend three days out in the desert being hunted down by police so that they may reclaim their so-called ‘freedom.’

That is Punishment Park.

A pseudo-documentary film that was highly controversial for its political views but is now highly regarded for taking a stance against the government. It seems like the kind of movie for The Jury knowing how they seem to take the law into their hands, display their political views, and see the movie like the manhunts they frequently did.

The Lost - Dark Days (2000)

Numerous movies depict the harsh and despairing reality of homelessness for those who are homeless.

It's a cold reality that millions of people face from the most remote or even the most popular of places. Always forgotten, always left behind, and always left in the dark. The Lost can heavily relate to this scenario not only because of the various reasons why and how they became the way they are and how. It's a normal day and night for Carcer City, just as bland and bleak as it has always been.

“This isn’t fair!” You screamed, throwing your bag across the apartment floor.

Caitlin followed you inside, closing the door carefully. “(Y/N), calm down” Caitlin sighed, the day’s events catching up with her. You looked at your aunt as if she had eight heads which wasn’t impossible. “My mother just got sent to prison, Aunt Caity!” You screamed, tears falling from your eyes. You could see she was upset but you were more angry to care. “Sure I'll go to sleep and wake up knowing I’ll never see my mom again!” You snapped, causing a circle of ice to form around your feet.

“You don’t think I know that! I just lost my sister! You want to be mad? Fine! But aim your anger away from the only family you have left!” Caitlin screamed back at you. You only glared at her before stomping into your room, slamming the door causing the door to crack slightly.

You punched the wall before crumbling onto the floor. Your tears were turning to ice so quickly that if you didn’t wipe them you’d have no eyes left to cry from. Thi wasn’t fair! Your mom is a hero! She saved the city more times than you could count and this is the thanks she gets, life in prison.

Amunet Black smiled at you, her fingers wiping some blood off your small face. “Look at you, so young. So innocent” she cooed. Yet her soft face turned stone cold. “Frost! Clean her up and take her back. She’ll be useful” Amunet ordered before waltzing away from the scene.

A woman in all blue came up to you, her eyes were a soft white like her hair. “Hey” She said, like she didn’t want to be here. “Are you gonna help me?” you asked, looking at Frost with sad eyes. “Sure, come on. Let’s get you cleaned up” Her ice was almost like an echo, her eyes never leaving your face.

Amunet wanted you to be her next bodyguard. No one would suspect a kid protecting a gang lordess. Your powers were similar to Frost’s, having been thrown into a canister of sodium potassium by your birth mother in her lab the night of the particle accelerator. Frost trained you at first.

She then noticed that the lackeys that were to ‘look after’ you weren’t feeding you, giving you proper clothes or an actual bed to sleep on. You had grown on her, attaching to her feelings like a leech. So she took you in, got stole you proper clothes for your age, taught you to read and write as well as train your powers and fighting skills. Frost became the mother you always wanted.

Then you found out about Caitlin and team flash a few months later. You became family. When Frost was blocked from Aunt Caity’s mind, you were broken. You spent the months getting into trouble at school and got picked up by Joe a couple of times. Then Icicle took you, seeing as you were the closest he could get to Frost.

She came back to save you again, you were crying in her arms, begging for her to stay for a moment longer. She kissed your head before letting Aunt Caity take control. After that you spent hours talking with her through Caity, most of it through tears. Then at Christmas you finally got to see her again.

“Frost!” You cried, hugging her tightly, scared she might leave again. “Hey kid. I missed you so much” Frost kissed your temples. She handed you an envelope wrapped in wrapping paper. “Open it” She smiled at you.

“You wanna adopt me?” You looked up at her, more tears ready to fall. “I do. You're my kid, and I want that to be official” Frost told you, her arm wrapped around your shoulders. “ (Y/N) Frost. I like that” You smiled, resting against her chest.

Caitlin marched into CCPD, furious wasn’t the word to describe her face. She saw Joe waiting for her. “Where is she?” Ciatlin asked, trying to stay calm. Joe took her shoulder. “She’s in my office, but you need to calm down first Caitlin” Joe told her. Caitlin did as he said, taking a deep breath in. “Why does she keep doing this? I keep trying to help her but it’s not working” Caitlin was close to tears as she looked at you through the blurry window.

You were wearing all black since Frost went in. It wasn’t like the mental block, this time there was no concrete chance that she was coming back. “Caitlin. She hasn’t seen Frost in months, you and I both know why she’s doing this” Joe told her.

Frost didn’t want her to see her in prison, like the criminal she was before they met. You were trying to see her by any means, even if that included going to prison. You were angry, you just wanted your mom. Caitlin walked in, not even looking at the bruises and cuts you had.

“Let’s go. Car now” She demanded, her voice stone cold as was her face. The drive was quiet, not a word uttered until you both made it back to the apartment. “Phone, laptop and any other device now” Caitlin ordered, taking out a light grey basket from the shoe rack. You scoffed before doing as she said.

Once you did she put the basket in the safe behind one of Frost’s paintings. “Why won’t you let me see her?” You asked, sitting on the couch looking like a grump. Caitlin didn’t answer before walking into the kitchen. She came back out with a plate of dinner and put it in front of you.

“I want to see Mom, why won’t you let me!” You shouted at Caitlin, your eyes glowing blue in anger. “You can’t be known as her daughter. You know this (Y/N) so stop bringing it up! Caitlin repeated the small speech like her life depended on it. You pushed the food away, freezing most of it along with the coffee table.

“It’s not fair that you gotta go to the trial. It’s not fair that you get to see her. I’m her daughter! Mom’s in prison and I’m not allowed to see my mother! Why is it different for you and not me!” You screamed until your throat began to hurt. Caitlin wouldn’t even look at you.

“God! I HATE YOU!” You screamed at her.

The next day you sat in the cortex, not allowed near anything. Doctors orders. “(Y/N)?” Barry called out, seeing you play with your hair. “Barry” You called in a bored tone. You looked at him with dull eyes. “What’s wrong (N/N)?” Barry asked, crouching down in front of you.

“Caitlin won’t let me see Mom” You huffed. It clicked instantly in Barry’s mind. “You know when my Dad was in prison, he didn’t want me to see him like that. He thought by doing so I wouldn’t be influenced by his surroundings and think he was guilty” Barry spoke softly, remembering. “Yeah, but you proved his innocence in the end. Mom is never getting out” You sniffled.

“(N/N), I blamed Joe for weeks, thinking he didn’t want me to see him. Caitlin isn’t stopping you from seeing Frost, she is trying to protect your childhood from prison visits” Barry tried to explain. You understood where he was coming from. “She won’t let me call her, or write to her Barry! I just want my mom! Why can’t I just talk to my mom!” you cried, trying to stop but it wasn’t working. Barry pulled you in close, rubbing soothing circles into your back.

You ended up in the lounge, covered by a blanket left by Frost. You slept soundly while Barry and Caitlin talked. “Barry I don’t know how much longer I can do this to her” Caitlin sobbed quietly, her hands shaking. Barry sighed. “Caitlin, I think we need to talk to Frost. Even I’ve noticed the weight fall off of her, the bags under her eyes. (Y/N) isn’t coping” Barry told her.

Caitlin knew Frost would snap at the thought of letting her baby into that prison. She begged her before the verdict that if she did end up in prison to never allow you near her until she was a legal adult. But Caitlin was terrified you woulnd make it that long. And she had a feeling that of this carried on, you would barely survive to next year

Caitlin drove past the turn to your school, causing you to finally speak through the quiet journey. “Caitlin? You missed the turn” You told her in a neutral tone, not wanting to be in a car accident that morning. “You’re not going to school today” Caitlin said, her eyes focused on the road.

“Where are we going?” You asked her. No answer, that was common nowadays. Usually you and Caitlin could talk for hours but ever since the trial you barely even talk to each other unless you both were fighting or you got in trouble again.

You looked at Caitlin in shock as she parked outside Iron Heights. “Come on, before they go out for yard time” Caitlin smiled at you, another thing that was rare since the trial. After getting through security and getting your visitor badge a guard led you to a small room.

You waited impatiently, your knee bouncing up and down. You heard the buzzer as the door on the other side of the room opened. A female guard brought your mother to the small table. She looked at you in utter shock, noticing the ark clothes and sunken face. It was evident that you lost a lot of weight by how your clothes hung loosely off of you.

“Mom” You sobbed, finally being able to see her again. You began to cry, longing to have her hold you and comfort you. “(N/N), my baby” First cooed, worried about her daughter. You longed to hold her hand, just to feel her touch one more time.

“I miss you Mom, so much” You sobbed after a few moments of silence. “Me too baby” Frost cried slightly. You both just talked, crying for the most part but it felt nice to hear her voice again. She scolded you for not taking care of herself, then straight onto Caitlin for letting it happen.

Soon enough you had to leave. “Please let me write, or just call me Mom. Please” You begged her. “I promise, baby. I promise” Frost said, resisting the urge to hug you. The guard must have noticed this. “Go ahead Frost. Just this once” She said.

You latched onto your mother, listening to her heartbeat as if it was the only thing that would keep you from trying to break her out. Frost kissed your head repeatedly, also sending a few glares at Caitlin but also mouthing a thank you.

“Be good, babygirl, okay? I’ll keep my promise if you keep your’s” Frost told you, cupping your face in her cuffed hands. “I promise Mom” You sobbed gently before kissing her cheek for the last time for now.