The Scarlet King (Earth-69 Barry) (SLOW UPDATES)

Tonight we laugh (24K special)

24k special, thank you guys for 24k views! It really means a lot to me, who knew this book would take off so quickly. Anyways, thanks for 24k, 24 karat magic in the AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Also, this soundtrack is used when Barry and Harley have fun. (In more ways than you think.)

Also, this happens to be a request by Noobcyfydy

So enjoy! And please be a smart fella and not a fart smella, vote, comment, and follow. Thank you, and have a good time.

And please appreciate my edits, I spent so long on them, I poured my heart and soul into them. Like I do in every chapter :)

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Barry got pistol-whipped again, his head reared to the side as he spat out blood. He was tied to a chair, his suit was bloody and ripped, he wasn't in his superhero suit though.

He was contacted by the country of Argentina for a nice dinner with the president of Argentina to discuss commerce and trade, but what he didn't expect was a full-on military coup during the dinner. He had to save face, he couldn't use his powers to directly get out of there, Kara wasn't with him, she decided to stay back at the White Palace, he was being held along with the president of Argentina in a basement under the presidential building. 

Barry grunted as he got tased by an electric baton. A fat man walked up to him, taking a swig of his bottle of whiskey.

"Not only did we manage to topple a government overnight, but we also managed to capture the King of America, this is going to make us so famous," The man said, his breath reeked of alcohol. 

Of course, Barry didn't show up with guards, why should he need them? They knew that Argentina was stable for now, but they were wrong. Barry was slapped across the face, he was forcing himself not to use his powers at this point, there were cameras everywhere, he couldn't risk his identity getting leaked.

"Tell me the nuclear codes to the silos, and you'll live to tell the tale," The fat man ordered.

"Blow me fatass," Barry cursed.

The man tilted his head, motioned for his translator next to him, he didn't know that much English, Barry smirked as his face hardened.

"Ahora si te voy a joder maldito desgraciado!"  Rough translation of the top of my head: Ok, now I'm gonna fuck you up you unlucky bastard!

The man punched Barry multiple times, Barry laughed between punches.

"Damn, you're so fucking weak, my 5-year old daughter can punch harder than you!" Barry sassed, blood staining his smile.

The man kicked him hard in the abdomen, Barry fell on his back, the arms of the chair digging into his forearms. Barry saw stars when he hit his head because of the fall. The Argentinian president struggled against his restraints, letting a flurry of curses in Spanish. 

The man pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Barry's face. Barry sighed as he was about to use his powers. But before he could ever fire off a shot, he was shot in the head. He slumped to the floor and so did the other guards in the room. Barry felt someone cutting at his restraints, he groaned as he pried himself off the chair. He rolled across the floor, his vision was blurred, he closed his eyes and forced himself not to puke from the dizziness. There was a shuffling of feet, and he felt a tap on his shoulder.