Coldwave Aladdin AU!
So looking forward to this!
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Our tale starts on a dark night, where a dark man waits, with a dark purpose.
"You are late." Darhk hissed at the young man, who'd only just arrived on the docks of Central City.
The young man rolled his eyes behind his colourful mask, "A thousand apologies o patient one."
"You have it then?"
"Central City will remember the name of the Trickster for years to come and- "
"- Did. You. Get. It?!"
The Trickster looked almost offended, rolling his eyes and pulling half of a golden scarab out of his pocket, "I had to slit a few throats to get it."
When Darhk reached over to grab it, the Trickster backed away and tutted at him, "Ah, ah, ah… the payment?"
Suddenly, there was a yellow blur and the golden scarab half was gone from the Trickster's hand, reappearing in Darhk's hand.
"Relax my funny friend…" Darhk pulled the other half out of his pocket, "… you'll get what's coming to you."
As soon as he put the two halves together, the scarab beetle came to life and zipped off into the distance.
"Follow the trail!" Darhk snarled to an unseen figure, before grabbing the Trickster, shoving him in the car and following the golden trail and the yellow blur.
They sped through the streets after the golden trail, until they reached the outskirts of Central City, an almost desert wasteland rarely visited by anyone.
The golden scarab suddenly dived down, disappearing under the sand as the earth started to rumble.
Slamming on the brakes, Darhk practically leapt out of the car and laughed in amazement as a giant lion's head rose up from the sand, eyes glowing gold.
"Finally!" Darhk exclaimed in delight, "After years of searching, I've finally found it. The Cave of Wonders!"
"Holy shit…" Trickster whispered, yelping when Darhk grabbed his tunic and pulled him closer.
"Now remember…" Darhk hissed, "…. Bring me the lamp! The rest of the treasure is yours but get me that lamp!"
Trickster nodded eagerly, making his way over to the giant lion head, missing how another man stopped by Darhk's side.
"Where did you dig this one up?" the stranger asked, a sneer on his face.
Darhk said nothing, watching as Trickster crept up to the lion's mouth, peering into the mouth. The inside was glowing, and steps formed in the sound. When he went to step inside, the lion growled and rumbled, sending the young man flying backwards.
"WHO DARES DISTURBS MY SLUMBER?!"
"A-Axel Walker! B-But you can call me Tric- "
"KNOW THIS. ONLY ONE MAY ENTER HERE. ONE WHOSE WORTH LIES FAR WITHIN. A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH."
Axel turned back to Darhk, confusion on his face.
"Well?" Darhk glared at him, "Go on then!"
Axel did as he was told…. But as soon as he placed his foot on the first step, the lion roared, and the mouth closed down on the young man, the sand covering and suffocating him, as the wind swirled around.
"NO!" Darhk cried out in anger
"FIND THE DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH!"
The lion collapsed back into sand, and the two halves of the golden scarab rolled down the small hill that had been formed.
"I can't believe it!" Eobard snarled, zipping over to grab the two halves, "I just don't believe it! We're never going to get that stupid lamp!"
"Patience Eobard… Patience" Darhk sighed as Eobard handed him the golden scarab halves, "Axel was obviously less than worthy."
"Oh, that's a surprise! I think I'm about to have a heart attack and die from not being surprised!" Eobard smirked, "What's your plan now? We do have a problem you know."
"Yes… only one may enter. We must find this one, this…. Diamond in the rough."
…..
"FIRE! FIRE!"
Mick loved the sound of people running for their lives in the morning. Central City just wouldn't be the same without a little bit of arson to brighten the day.
And it made the best distraction when he really needed a little bit of financial assistance…. Or food…. Or both.
"All this for a bit of bread…" he grumbled to himself, heading to the rooftops in an attempt to hide from the police.
"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS RORY!" An officer yelled from down below, prompting Mick to roll his eyes.
"He thinks this is easy?"
Quickly, he headed down the fire-escape stairs, grabbing some sheets washing off the line and wrapping himself in it.
"Starting a little early, ain't ya Rory?" cried out another troublemaker, beaming smirk on his face.
"You're only in trouble if ya get caught…" Mick grumbled, before he felt someone grab his shoulder and pull him around.
"Gotcha!"
Mick glared at the handsy officer, "… Fuck off."
Other officers had guns aimed directly at his head as a precaution, stopping Mick from reaching for his own gun…. And then the officers' fell to the ground, suddenly unconscious.
"'Bout time brat." Mick grunted at the young man, who was shakily holding the stun gun at the fallen officers.
"They had guns…" Cisco whispered, "…. They were cops, officers of the law and I've just knocked them out!"
"Yeah…. Guess your gun was bigger." Mick strode over and patted the younger man on the back, "Come on, we've got work to do on Main St- "
"- We can't!"
Turning around, Mick glared at Cisco, "Huh?"
"The Main Street job…. We can't do the job there, didn't you hear about the parade?"
"…"
"The Prince and the Princess from Starling City? Going to see our Prince and Princess?"
Mick just shrugged, "Like I care."
As they got closer and closer to Main Street, something moved, as Mick caught it out of the corner of his eye, prompting him to turn around and peer into the alleyway to his right.
Children… streets rats as they were commonly referred to. Children who ran away from their homes or orphanages and were forced to scavenge for food on the streets.
These two were younger than most however, only about eight…. And Mick knew that he had a soft spot for cases like this.
"Here." He grunted, handing the girl $50, "For food and stuff."
Without waiting for an answer, he continued to follow Cisco to Main Street, where a large crowd was gathering, all eyes on the heavily decorated pair who were waving out of the window of a large, expensive-looking car.
Mick couldn't help but sneer at the show of riches…. He wouldn't turn it down if it were offered, but for everyone else to flaunt it like that… it was disgusting.
And then the children ran out into the road, not paying attention until they heard the car brake, inches away from hitting them. As soon as the car stopped, the prince and the princess burst out, their glares focused on the terrified children.
"Miserable little brats!" the princess sneered, gesturing at a nearby guard who had stepped forwards, "Get rid of them so we can continue!"
The guard strode over to the cowering children, hands moving to his belt, where a truncheon sat. Before he could hit the children however, Mick suddenly appeared, grabbing the truncheon, snatching it and throwing at the windshield of the car, cracking it.
"You know…" Mick chuckled, staring at the royals, "… with all that money, you'd think you'd be able to afford some manners!"
The prince waved his hand, prompting the guard to grab Mick and throw him to the ground, causing the arsonist to land directly in a mud puddle.
"Your Mother should get her money back!" He called out to the royals' backs, "It's not fair that both twins should be ugly!"
Offended was a good look on the royal's faces.
"You are a worthless thief…" the prince hissed at Mick, "… you were born a thief and you will die a thief! With only your fleas to mourn you!"
They quickly got back in their car and the procession continued, with much of the crowd not sparing a second glance at the fallen Mick.
"You alright?"
Mick glanced up at Cisco, before simply grunting and getting to his feet, scowling at the mud dripping off him. "Yeah…. Let's get out of here."
Together, they made their way back to their shared flat…. Their flat they were squatting in, but their flat nonetheless. It was full of all of Cisco's inventions and Mick's… collection and had a lovely view of the palace that was on the outskirts of the city.
Mick didn't care what everyone else said. He liked his life, and he wouldn't do a thing to change it.
No matter what.