This is just a parody of another story I and an acquaintance are working on.

I have no ill will against Mexican, why would I, I am Hispanic.

Any ways, this mentions topics Donald Trump talks about, and this story does not reflect any professional opinions me and my acquaintance may have over the presidential candidate.

This also mentions a baker... yeah, scary!

I will be uploading another story in a few days and the chapter for the recent story will come out a little bit late as I have no schedule.

Flash panted as he got up from the ground; the ripped suit portarayed his multiple injuries.

His wounds were already healing by the time that his enemy halted in front of him. "Hello Barry." spitting out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth, Barry looked up at his enemy in disguist.

He recognized that suit perfectly. He would know it and it would be ingrained in his memory for the rest of his life.

"What do you want Thawne."
"All I want is simply to make America great again."
"What are you saying?"
"Don't you know Barry? Your mother was Mexican. She had to die, we had to fix this country one way or another."
"No puede ser, no te creo. No seas pendejo."
"You're already transforming Barry, the mexican in you is coming out Soon there will be no white left in you."
Marracas soon appeared on Barry's hands, his suit was replaced by a poncho and a sombrero.
"Que me esta pasando?! Es tu cupla Thomas. QUE ME HICISTE?!"
Barry ran back to S.T.A.R. labs to get help from his friends.

Mi nombre es Bartolomeo Allen y yo soy el hombre mas rapido de Mexico. Cuando era un chamaco, mi mama y yo fuimos deportados a Mexico. Mi papa fue secuestrado por el panadero. En cruzar el puente, mataron un raton en frente de mi. Jure que vengaria su muerte, y me dio sus poderes. Para el mundo exterior soy un limpia paderes, pero en secreto yo uso los poderes que me dio Speedy Gonzales para deportar Americanos y encontrar otros como yo. Y algun dia encotrare el hombre que secuestro mi padre y me lo voy a chingar. Yo soy el Flach!

And previously on the Flache...

"Pero papa, me lo tengo que chingar para venguarte!"

"No seas puneta hijo, eyos te van a meter una vergisa. Y un pinche raton no te dio poderes, te dio una enfermedad."

And suddenly..

"Bartolomeo, cuantas chingadas tortillas quieres?!"

"Tres!"

"A chingado, se me qallo una tortia, ching, ya se acabo el mundo!"

"Calmate ma, esta bien."

"No, esto es tu culpa, porque me distraiste."

SORRY FOR THE POOR GRAMMAR! I SPEAK SPANISH NOT WRITE IT.