This great prompt was given by Write-To-You!
In Central City…
Caitlin hummed a little as she waited for her cup of tea to cool, taking the few minutes free to mop the kitchen floor and dust the shelves. As she did, a book caught her eye. One she hadn't read in a long time. So she pulled it out. Just as she was about to sit down to read it, a shadow fell over her.
"Who-" she began.
"What, not who…" someone replied mysteriously.
Caitlin frowned, her hand searching for her phone in her sweater pocket.
The mystery act was finished as soon as someone walked out of the darkness and Caitlin got a good look.
A ridiculous looking flabby man was standing there in cupid wings, holding a heart card and flimsy paper bow in his hand. "Pew." he said half heartedly as he threw a cheap toy bow at her.
"What the-" Caitlin dodged swiftly and made to call in Barry or the police.
"It's valentine's month…" the man informed her lazily. "They'll laugh if you're seeing a cupid in your house…"
Caitlin hesitated, that much was true. And she could definitely Killer Frost him if she needed to.
"Ok… what do you want?" she asked, not particularly concerned anymore. As long as he stopped bothering her and went to her neighbors next. The thing that irked her was how he had gotten in.
"I'm a meta." the fat man told her.
"Really?" Caitlin's eyes widened. He didn't exactly look evil.
"Hey," the man's voice snapped her out of it. "No judging."
"I- of course, sorry… that's not what I meant…. You look- just like a meta!" she lied quickly.
"Uh huh…" the man said sarcastically. "Anyway, boom, gotcha." he had caught her off guard and one of the soft bows had hit her squarely in the arm and bounced off.
"Oh no…" Caitlin rolled her eyes and handed the bow back.
"One time use." the man said.
"No recycling?" Caitlin asked.
"Not when I'm Cupid and you just got lovestruck…" the man said with a yawn.
Caitlin scoffed. "Yeah, right. Listen, I'm kinda busy. Can you just- move on? Get to the next person on your list?"
"No can do, Miss. I have to wait until the effects set in. And, oh, they will…" the fat man gave Caitlin a convincing evil grin.
"Um…" Caitlin rubbed her arm automatically, thinking, It's obvious he's just some badly paid, hired person to do this… yet, something about his grin… maybe he actually is an evil meta… anything can happen, I've at least learned that in my time at the Labs.
"Do you feel it yet?" the 'cupid's' voice shook her out of it.
"W-what exactly should I be feeling?" she asked, a little uneasy.
"Love." the man leaned back and let out a little giggle.
Ok, he was really creepy.
"Can you go?" Caitlin asked impatiently, motioning towards the exit.
"I told you, already, no!" the man said. He leaned forwards, eyes bulging, ogling at her with a smile. He seemed almost too good at this part of his job.
"Come on, get out!" Caitlin burst, making to shove him out the door.
"Aha, the symptoms! They're becoming clearer now, I think." the fat man said.
"What?" Caitlin spluttered.
"You're getting a bit flustered now, aren't you?"
Caitlin closed her eyes. Patience, she thought over and over.
"Feeling a bit light headed yet?" Cupid asked.
As a matter of fact, she was. Caitlin's stomach dropped. Oh no.
Not this. Not now. Not while Barry was in jail and she was still a part of Frost…
"Thought so…" the man grinned smugly.
"Next thing you know you'll be professing your love." Cupid said.
"To who?" Caitlin demanded, thinking, please not him… come on Caitlin, think… Cupid never makes the people he shoots fall in love with him… right? Right? Oh boy…
"Let's see…" Cupid pulled out a notepad from his cloud shaped bag (just a badly decorated backpack) and flipped easily to a page somewhere in the middle.
"Perhaps a…" he snapped the book shut and put it away. "A certain… Julian Al- Alben? Al-Alvin, was it? I- oh crap, whatever…" he took out the notepad with a huff and read. "Julian Albert." he shook his head and threw the book away. "Mean anything?"
"Not anymore."
"What? That-that can't be right… oh wait. I get it. Not anymore. Anymore. Heh. Sure was smart of whoever did this…" Cupid clapped appreciatively.
"Can you just be quiet? I'm trying to think!" Caitlin said loudly.
"Sorry, I understand your brain must be getting all cloudy… what can I say, my bows work pretty fast…" Cupid shrugged. "Alright, I think that's enough. You don't seem in the mood to tip me, and just watching your reaction was pay enough, so… I'll just be going now… see ya!" he walked to the door.
"No!" Caitlin grabbed his thick arm and whirled him around. "No! Find me the antidote to your bow if you care about your pretty wings and bow and-and keeping yourself at the normal temperature for humans!"
"What's that supposed to mean." the man asked blankly.
"That-that I'm a meta too! With ice powers!" Caitlin yelled.
"Cool." the man shrugged off her hand. "See ya, icy."
"I SAID NO." Caitlin's hand lashed out and pinned Cupid to the door unceremoniously.
"Yikes…" the man said as a trail of ice appeared on his back.
Caitlin quickly regained control. "I'm sorry… about her…" she muttered, clutching her hand.
"You- ohhh… REALLY? They send me to the princess of doom and, what was it Jitters named like you, like a latte or something? Whatever, queen of the coffee bean. Without a darn warning. Wow, thanks a lot. My bosses seem to care a lot for me." the fat man opened the door without touching his back and walked away without saying anything else.
"Wait!" Caitlin rushed after him, pulling on a coat and scarf, but he was lost in the swirling snow and dark night.
The SUUUUUUUUUUUUSPENSE!