𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 [𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍] 𝟑

━━𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

[HELL'S COMIN' WITH ME - POOR MAN'S POISON]

──BANGKOK, THAILAND──

The grey clouds rumbled with the sound of thunder, and lightning crackled as heavy rain began. The quiet village washed over a comfortable aura, letting the raindrops sing. The sound of a kettle whistling inside one of the homes caught the attention of the man whose gaze broke from the window. His soft footsteps approached the kitchen as he turned off the stove, grabbed the kettle handle, and pulled it off to pour his black tea into his mug── a small exhale falling from his parted lips.

Grabbing his mug, he walked over to his dark bedroom and sat at his desk, placing his mug on top of the coaster. The male opens his laptop, typing on his keyboard with his concentrated hazel eyes glued to the screen, his lips forming a thin line. He reaches for his mug, leaning back in his seat once he begins watching the news from a specific city, bringing the mug to his lips.

"The chaos continues in the streets of Central City by this unknown speedster― red skies have returned, and random lightning strikes have been happening all over the city." The newswoman spoke in panic. "Captain Kramer and the Mayor haven't said a word about the situation, but we hope this can be over. The city is counting on the Electric Flash, Lightning Storm, and the Flash to save us again."

The man sets his mug to the side, his brows furrowing as he opens another tab, ignoring the rest of the news report, hurriedly typing on the keys. The man finds a blurred photographs of this speedster, causing chaos in Central City── his hazel eyes closely staring at them. The male zooms into the picture, his intense gaze on the symbol on Red Death's suit. The black-haired man closed his laptop without hesitation, snatching a burner phone from his pockets and pressing a button.

The line rang for a few until someone answered, and he spoke in a low voice, "I need a jet― I'm planning on leaving in a few." His hazel eyes fall on a picture frame beside his mug. "I can assure money won't be a problem. Thank you."

With his eyes still transfixed on the picture, he ends the call before heading to his closet to hurry on his packing. The picture frame was one of three familiar teenage boys with wide smiles.

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──CENTRAL CITY──

"We never leave anyone behind," Allegra looks between the Rogues as the group is gathered in the Cortex. Y/N is seated in front of the console with her head in her hands, her eyes glued to the table with a small exhale leaving her lips. Barry stands beside her with his arms crossed and looks between the group with a tired expression── Ethan sits beside his sister, his legs prompted on the table as his arms are lazily crossed over his chest with his head back, and eyes transfixed on the roof. Damian and Jason are behind the speedsters in silence, awkwardly witnessing the encounter.