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"Everybody freeze!"
Captain Cold burst his way into the bank. He wasn't really a fan of bank heists, the police got there too quick, but ever since he and his Rogues' had got their hands on these wonderful weapons his horizons had broadened. Anyway, banks were always a way to make a large and nigh-on-untraceable score.
People ran for cover, and Lisa shot him a withered look. As much as she liked the show, she thought the puns were a bit much.
Whilst Lisa and Mick headed towards the vaults, Leonard jumped up onto a table. "No heroics here, people. Let us take the money and go. You will lose nothing, this bank is insured." He fired his gun at the opposite table, freezing it instantly. "You do not want to-"
He was cut short as his phone started ringing. He looked down towards his pocket in confusion. He only had one number set up to circumvent the silent mode.
"Glider!" He called. "Get over here and keep an eye of these wonderful people. I've got a call to take."
Lisa looked confused, but followed his orders. The heist had been planned to perfection, and this wasn't a part of the plan. Was it the Flash?
Leonard jumped down from his table after helping his sister up, and then practically ran to a quiet corner and answered the phone.
"What's wrong?" He asked, voice strained.
"It's ok," his babysitter responded. "Michael's fine. But something's come up at home and I've had to leave. He's just sitting there watching television right now, but you should get back here as soon as possible."
Leonard was pissed. "You… You let my child, my son, alone?"
"I'm sorry, Len, but I don't have time to explain. I've got to go." And with that she hung up on him. The woman he trusted to keep his kid safe. He was going to kill her. He was going to tie her up and freeze every part of her body one small segment at a time.
But there was nothing he could do right now. He was at least an hour away from home, and if his timing was right it would take him around half an hour to get past the police who were even now pulling up outside. But his son was alone. What if he hurt himself? God, he was an idiot. He knew he should've had a back-up in case something like this ever happened.
He scrolled through his phone, looking at his contacts and wondering who he could trust to get there fast and not let anything slip. Definitely none of the metahumans he'd set free - Shawna was the closest but even then she'd probably hold it against him. He couldn't tell anyone from the underworld. His phone stopped on a number that he wasn't even supposed to have.
There was no other option. He pressed dial.
***
Barry was taking a much needed rest day when he heard his phone ringing from the other side of the room. He picked it up in a flash, and held it between his ear and shoulder as he moved back towards the couch.
"Barry?"
He froze for a moment. The voice was tinged with panic, but he still recognised it.
"Snart?! How did you get this number?"
"That doesn't matter right now. I need you…" There was a pause and a sigh on the other end of the phone. "I need you to do me a favour. Now."
Barry almost laughed, but something in the other man's voice stopped him. "What do you want?"
Snart rattled off an address, and Barry wrote it down on the memo pad on the coffee table. "I need you to get there right now."
"Is this some kind of trap, Snart? I'm not just going to follow wherever you point me."
"No, no. It's not a trap. It's…" Another pause, this one even longer than the last. "It's my son. He's alone, and I need someone there to watch him."
Barry was stunned into silence. Leonard Snart had a son?
"Please, Barry. He's only four. He could get hurt."
Barry nodded, and then realised that Snart couldn't see him. "OK, I guess. I'll go keep an eye on him."
There was a sharp intake of breath from the other side of the phone. "Thank you. Thank you, Barry."
He hung up the phone, taking a second to sort out what had just happened. Had Captain Cold just called him to be an emergency babysitter? What the hell?
He picked up the memo pad from the coffee table. The house was at least an hour away by car, but he could probably be there inside a few minutes. He didn't call his team, knowing they'd stop him. Snart had sounded worried. Genuine. He'd sounded scared.
Barry didn't care who's it was, he wasn't about to leave a young child all on his own.