Fake You Out (Coldflash Fanfiction)

Fake You Out

   Leonard knew who the Flash was. Okay, maybe it wasn’t fair to phrase this in a casual, insouciant way considering the preposterous time and effort poured into the process of unveiling the mystery man under the red mask. He utilized all there was to use of his criminal expertise to dig up the most secret of secrets in Central City and he wasn’t disappointed. Barry Allen, CSI at CCPD, father serving his sentence at Iron Heights (he’d probably met him there a few times before breaking out multiple times) after being convicted of his wife’s murder, currently living with the Wests, right-handed, and so on. He couldn’t say the only reason behind this was taking advantage of this knowledge to bring the speedster down. I mean, with or without the costume, the Flash turned out to be hella cute. Perhaps he thought he needed a change of plans, in a way that made conciliation of his current enemy feasible. Such as, Operation: Seduce the Flash-type of plan. Len was pretty damn confident in his ability to seduce.

   Now being ahead of the game was his favorite part of being a criminal. Since Barry Allen was still unaware of the fact that Len was aware of who he was, he imagined pranking the kid was a charming idea.

   It wasn’t difficult to find Barry’s whereabouts as much as it was to find the Flash’s. That was why Len was stepping inside Saints & Sinners at 8 in the evening; a bit too early for his usual alcohol indulgence hour. He had never imagined Barry to be there, and clearly, this was the first time the kid paid a visit, ‘cause Len frequented that bar and knew it----including the customers----like he knew his own enthusiasm toward stealable expensive objects.

   Len approached the unsuspecting back of Barry and indifferently sat by his side. The kid’s glass was half-full; he couldn’t guess whether Barry was not much of a drinker or if this was his fifth fill or something. Despite the intrusion of personal space, Barry paid no attention to Len but appeared to be immersed in his own world. Wordlessly boring into the melting ice in his glass said a lot. But oh man, it was the first time Len got to study the face he’d so desperately wanted to see in person. A glance at his every nook and cranny and he was more than satisfied. From what he knew, Barry had been single for most of his life. But what he saw next to him was some elysian-level features. Len could not comprehend how the universe could leave this angel’s subcelestial incarnation available for so long…Wait, what the hell was going inside his mind? He was supposed to be the levelheaded, unflappable tactician, not some drooling romantic. He blinked displeased as the bartender trudged across to him.

   “Hm?” She simply raised her left eyebrow. Len knew her, she knew him----he always asked for the same drink so words were unessential. He nodded.

   Tonight, though, Len needed to draw his victim’s attention.

   
   “Ice cold,” he stressed. The bartender scoffed like she was unimpressed.

   But what it did do was have Barry Allen’s alarmed head whipping around to see the infamous Leonard Snart chilling beside him. Even though Len wasn’t meeting his eyes, he could sense the entirety of the confusion, surprise, and even fear all muddled up in the stare searing the left side of his face before it was gone and the kid was suddenly choking on air. A slight movement indicated that Barry was about to take his leave but changed his mind and rooted himself back down on his stool. Sure it was funny; his thoughts were plainly readable. Apparently fleeing as soon as he noticed Captain Cold gave away too much. The speedster in a quandary radiated so much feeling of despair Len thought it was even tangible.

   “Something troubling you?” Len chuckled as he received his glass. As no reply came, he turned his head to see Barry taut and stiffened as a log and unable to hear what Len was saying. “You okay?” He asked again, this time more directly.