Cisco Ramon One-Shots

Red on White

Looking back, maybe doing this alone wasn't the greatest idea. Cisco should've known this, he was smart.

It was common knowledge to not face an armed robber without powers, or a weapon, for that matter. And yet he did.

Cisco blamed the part of his mind that had to be a hero, had to do the right thing, all of the time. It was that feeling, that urge, that forced his shaking legs to his feet, and told the robber to back off.

It was a normal day, well, as normal as Cisco's life could get. Iris and Kamilla were both still stuck in the Mirrorverse, and Barry was losing his speed. Cisco knew that he should've been helping Team Flash, but he just needed a day to himself. To help his personal life.

So, he had gone grocery shopping for real food, much healthier than the instant noodles he usually ate (but he knew deep down that he wouldn't have time to eat it), and cleaned his apartment up a bit. Which, he admitted, took a lot longer than it should've.

Then, he went to the bank, to deposit some of the money Dante had left behind for him. It wasn't a lot, but Cisco figured it was about time to actually put it in his wallet.

At two in the afternoon, the bank was surprisingly busy. Cisco sighed as he got in line and began scrolling through his social media. But, his screen suddenly froze, and Cisco sighed in defeat, in annoyance.

Then, he got a sick feeling in his gut, and looked up from his phone. But it wasn't a Vibe, his powers were gone. He heard loud yelling come from the front of the line, followed but a high-pitched scream.

"Everybody on the floor!!!" A man shouted, Cisco obeyed, along with the rest of the people in the bank. He cast a quick glance upward, and saw a man at the front of the line, dressed in clothing reserved for the rich, and he held a gun high in the air.

"I'm glad to see that you all listen!" He shouted, and the room was dead silent. Cisco could feel his breath catch in his throat, and he fumbled for his phone. His heart hammered in his chest, and Cisco frantically tapped the screen, knowing that his panic button would alert the others that something was wrong.

Nothing happened, but Cisco kept tapping. Desperately looking to see if the robber was watching him, which, thankfully, he wasn't, Cisco pressed his finger to his contacts, but his phone didn't respond.

"We've set up a magnetic field around the building, no phone, watch, or any device of any kind will be able to work." The man yelled, grabbing a young woman who had pulled out her phone. Cisco quickly put his away, and hoped that the Flash would find them.

But then he remembered that Barry couldn't run like he used to. The hope that had begun to grow deflated in his chest.

They were doomed.

"Please let go of me, I'm sorry." The woman frantically said, her eyes wide in fear. The man chuckled, and threw her to the ground.

More men holding guns walked in the building, but they weren't security guards. Each bore an evil smile on their faces, and wore the same suit as the man-in-charge. They circled the room, as if they were challenging the civilians to rebel.

"Now, we know this isn't the richest bank here in Central City, we don't want your money. We want your patience, your compliance, and your silence. No one likes a loud hostage.

Cisco closed his eyes,and heard the frantic exclamations of the people around him. He had to do something, there was no way these people would become hostages. Not if he could help it. He opened his eyes once again in horror at what was occurring.