A/N: I plan on starting and finishing this tonight. It should be short and it'll most definitely be sad but imma just go for it anyways. It's currently 11:15 pm on 10/4/21 so let's begin!

Justice Lords AU

Third Person POV

Leonard Snart sighed as he watched a rerun of a baseball game on the television, The Hellion as packed as ever. The bar had its typical crowd of criminals and old bikers, the Rogues all grouped together at a booth in the corner by the door. It was raining despite it being the middle of August, so many had decided to take refuge within the cozy establishment.

"Oh, come on!" Len raised an eyebrow as Mick glared at the screen. "He shoulda hit that!"

"Mick, you've seen this game three times now."

Heatwave crinkled his nose in displeasure. "Makes no difference to me. This game still sucks." He crossed his arms, sulking in his seat.

"I don't understand you Yanks," Boomerang mumbled as he took another sip of his ale. "It's just a game."

"Yeah, just like cricket's only a game for you," Mark stated with a dry tone.

"Cricket ain't even important to us Aussies!"

"Yeah it is! You-"

"Why's Luthor on the TV? You think it's another political thing?" Piper's words had the large group turning to address the newest president, eyes all glued on the bald man.

"Probably another lame speech," Trickster said as he returned his attention to some kind of giant slinky. "He's not very fun."

"No, but he's a manipulative little bastard," Mirror Master commented. "Besides, we should probably see what the nasty dude has to say. He is a supervillain, after all."

Len scowled. "As long as he stays out of Central then what he does doesn't matter."

Just as they all turned back to their drinks, Piper spoke up again. "Oh my god, is that Flash?"

"Flasher?! What's he doin' up there?" Digger stared on with wide eyes, the rest of the group doing the same.

Mick barely managed to ask the real question, his voice wobbling in shock. "Why's he wearing cuffs?"

"Turn it up!" The bar tender nodded and quickly obeyed Len's orders, the occupants of The Hellion growing silent.

"-crimes against America and the world as a whole. Let's start simple." Lex had the police officers holding Flash shove the speedster to his knees. The wealthy man smirked dangerously as he yanked the scarlet cowl off Central's hero, earning gasps from those on TV and in the bar. The first noticeable thing about the Flash was his bright red hair. Len definitely hadn't been expecting that. It hung low over his face, Lex's fingers reaching down and yanking it violently. There was an audible hiss of pain from the Flash as he was forced to look into the closest camera, his green eyes wide and vulnerable. Freckles smattered across his pale skin, and with a start Len realized Flash was shockingly young. He couldn't be older than twenty five.

"This man goes by the name of Wallace Rudolph West, is twenty years old, and works as a forensic scientist for the Central City Police Department. An honorable man, wouldn't you agree?" Len couldn't breathe. From the deadly silence surrounding him, nobody else could breathe much either.

The Flash, the person the Rogues and many others had been trying to kill for close to seven years... was only twenty? He was barely an adult! Sure, the Rogues often treated the fights with Flash as a game, but that didn't change the fact they'd all hurt him multiple times on far too many occasions.

James made a choking sound a few seats away as Hartley cradled the unstable and sobbing man.

"He is anything but honorable!" A pistol was suddenly pressed against Flash- Wallace's- head. Screams were heard as Alex pressed the barrel farther into the thick untamable red locks. "This monster has created chaos on Earth! People have died because of him! For that reason he must be executed!"

Flash had tears spilling down his cheeks now. Len couldn't ignore the pain and fear in one of the planet's greatest heroes. Kneeling before millions though, that wasn't a hero that Leonard Snart saw. Captain Cold, one of Central's worst villains, saw nothing but a frightened child.

Wallace winced as Luthor cocked the gun. "Any last words, Flash?"

The speedster closed his eyes, and then slowly rolled his shoulders back to appear taller. When he opened his eyes, Len recognized the steely determination written across the kid's features. The tear tracks stained his cheeks as he looked directly at the camera.

And then, Flash smiled.

It was blindingly bright and hopeful despite the situation he was in. He didn't acknowledge his imminent death or the inhibitor collar trapping his neck and sealing away his only form of escape. "My name is Wally West. I am the fastest man alive, and I don't regret becoming the Flash."

He was given no more time as he was shot point blank on live television, his body collapsing heavily on the stage Luthor had placed him on. The occupants of the bar were silent until someone on the TV screamed.

"Oh my god."

"Flash... is dead?"

"It can't be!"

"Who will protect us now?"

"How-"

Len shot up on his feet, screaming at the top of his lungs. "SHUT UP!" The bar instantly grew quiet once more as the cold themed villain pointed to the screen.

Cheers erupted as Superman released a guttural roar, breaking free of his chains and immediately flying at Luthor. The politician was given no time as the Kryptonian landed a killing blow to the skull, blood splattering everywhere. Despite Luthor already being dead, Superman didn't stop. He continued to brutally beat the corpse until it was nothing but a pile of mush.

Eventually Superman stood up, hands shaking as he collapsed next to the Flash's body. The rest of the League joined him, the cops no longer bothering to restrict the heroes. "Wally..."

It was Wonder Woman who stood up, a fierce glare at the crowd quieting anyone who had been speaking. "Wally West was a hero. He did nothing but serve and protect. Maybe... maybe you all need to understand." The last of the League joined the Amazonian, Superman cradling the limp speedster. "From now on, the Justice League will serve as your leaders, your lords. Any problems you have, you bring to us. There will be no more killing. NO MORE!"

While some of the crowd cheered, those sitting within The Hellion felt dread grip their guts. The Rogues all cast sidelong glances, knowing what was to come. The Flash- Wally had died a hero. That much was a given. What the League planned on doing to the world though...

Len had a feeling things were about to turn south real quick for everyone.

A/N: And that's it! I left the ending kinda open so if I wanna make this a two shot then I can. I don't think it's really necessary since we all know what happened to the Justice Lords, but I wanted to write out what the Rogues might've felt. This was more from Len's POV, but yeah. Anyways it's 11:50 pm so I did this pretty quickly. Please Read and Review!

Love,

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