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Another heist. This was getting tiresome for Barry. He knew the sudden spike in Captain Cold related activity was just to get his attention. Don't get him wrong, he loved being the center of the villains attention, but he was becoming a bit tired of the same old games. It was time to mix it up a bit.
“Hey!” Cold yelled, taking the goggles from his face, “give me back my parka, Scarlet!”
Barry just laughed as he sped on by. He had snatched the garment right off of him, stopping for a moment to slip it on, only to speed back up again, avoiding another blast from the cold gun.
Len couldn't lie, he liked the way The Flash looked in that oversize trench coat, but he wanted it back dammit.
“Give it back!”
“Make me!”
“What are you? Five?”
Barry laughed again, “If you want it so badly catch me and take it off yourself!”
“If I catch you? Oh, I'll be taking off more than that.” He mumbled.
That made Flash freeze, “W-what?”
Realizing his advantage, Len smirked, “You heard me.”
Barry paused for a moment more. He processed the comment slower than normal then let off a smile of his own, “Is that a promise?”
Len quirked a brow, “Do you want it to be?”
“Quit flirting and nab him, Flash.” Barry heard from his communicator. “And give him his damn parka back.”
Barry chuckled, “So we have a deal, Snart?”
“I just have to catch you?”
“Yep.”
“Easy!”
He shot at the scarlet speedster once again only for him to leap from the blast. The weight of the large coat make movement a bit more difficult, but Barry was able to dodge.
Len wouldn't let up though. He'd keep shooting, blast after blast. The Scarlet Speedster still keep up, but it was only a matter of time before he stepped on the bottom of the lengthy garment. Len took this slip up as an advantage and made his move.
The villain froze The Flash’s gloved hands together as he made his cautious way over to the speedster. He lay sprawled out on his stomach, wincing at the discomfort of the impact of the fall coupled with the chill seeping through his cloths.
Leonard knelled down by the masked hero, “Caught you.” He smirked.
Barry looked around a bit horrified. He scooted back only to be pinned between the wall and Captain Cold. He tried escaping to the side but was stopped by Lenore’s free arm inconveniently placed by the side of his face. The other hand held the cold gun; ready to shoot at any sudden movement.
“S-so you caught me,” Barry looked into his eyes with a smirk, “but you gotta take it off me”
“Oh, I will.” He leaned in, grasping the collar with his free hand.
“One problem though.”
Len quaked a brow in question.
“My hands are a bit…” He waved them in front of colds face, “...preoccupied.”
“Oh, scarlet, I can make them much more preoccupied than that...”
“Is that another promise?”
The villain chuckled, standing up, “Let's call it a tie for today.” He then tossed the loot down beside the flash. “Keep the parka for now, it but I expect you to return it next time we meet.”
“Sure, or I could just…drop by?”
He patted the heroes head, “I'll call you.”
“Can't wait.”