Life in Dalton Academy was easy. Everyone got along, there weren't too many crazy scandals, and life was pretty much great for Ohio's upper class. Dalton Academy was the epitome of peaceful tranquility, as long as every student and teacher remembered these two very important rules:

1. Don't steal anyone's food from the common fridge

and

2. Never, EVER, anger Sebastian Smythe

As long as these two rules were followed religiously, than everything would be fine. They are so important, that they were even posted and framed in Dalton Academy's Main Office. It is still there to this day. After all, no one wants a repeat of the actions from Sebastian's senior year.

The problem however, was that outside of Dalton Academy; no one was really made aware of the very important second rule. However, it wouldn't take people in Central City very long to realize just how important it is to keep Sebastian's temper in check. It takes a lot to anger Barry Allen, but once he reaches the limit, Sebastian Smythe comes out to play.

Barry Allen was having a good day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the new waitress at Jitters put an extra shot of Courvoisier in his coffee. For once, he found himself being early, so he decided to walk to work instead of running. As he leisurely strolled down the sidewalk, he hummed the tune of "Live while We're Young". It was then that he got the phone call.

Recognizing the number instantly, Barry smiled before answering, "Hey Nick, long time no talk. What's up?"

"Hey Bassy." Nick replied, his voice shaking.

Barry was instantly on alert. In a serious tone, he asked, "Nick, what happened? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, Jeff on the other hand…"

"What happened?"

"He was walking home late last night, when some guys cornered him. It was a "mugging gone wrong" they said. Just a couple of guys who "went too far"."

"How far did it go?" Barry asked cautiously.

"We're in the hospital right now. He's sleeping at this moment. Doctor says he has 3 broken bones, a few fragments, and 2 deep lacerations. Is that bad? I'm not a Doctor Bassy, please tell me, is my best friend going to be OK?" Nick asked somewhat hysterically.

Barry sighed deeply, "Yeah, it's pretty bad. But he'll be ok."

"That's… good. I guess. I just hope he's ok."

"He will be. Just let him rest."

"Ok, I will. Thanks for everything Bassy."

"Anytime."

Once Barry hung up on Nick, he clenched his fist in anger. What kind of person would attack someone like Jeff, who was the funniest and kindest person he knew?

It was then that Barry made a silent vow: Whoever did this to Jeff, his ex-roommate and good friend, would pay. Severely.

Entering the CCPD, Barry quickly made his way into his lab. Logging onto the database, he checked for muggings that occurred last night in New York City that also ended in immediate hospitalization. It didn't take too long to find what he was looking for.

He was able to find the identities of the three attackers: Emmanuel Fray, Scott Franks, and Wilson Moores. All three were able to escape police custody, and all three have prior records. It wouldn't take to long to find them.

Now that he knew who was responsible behind the attack, all he had to do was decide what to do with them. It would be too suspicious if The Flash were to intervene, so that was out. At the same time, there wasn't much he could do as Barry Allen either. It was then that Barry had a stroke of genius. Smirking, he spent the rest of the day finalizing his plan. It took quite a few phone calls and favors to call in to make sure that his plan would go smoothly.

The first phone call: "Hey Uncle Richie, tell me, where is the family jet at this moment? Oh, it's still here in Central City? How convenient."

The second: "Hey Felicity, I need a favor. I know that you know about the whole 'Sebastian Smythe' thing. I mean, come on, you've always been the smart one. So I have this friend…"

The third: "Hey Killer. Did you hear about Jeff?"

The fourth: "Hello, this is Sebastian Smythe. I'd like to formally accept my invitation."

The fifth: "Hey Puckerman. So, I find myself in need of some extra protection. Mind helping out an old friend?"

The sixth: "Hey Lopez. I need a date, what do you say? It'll be like the old days."

That evening, Barry sped home to change his clothes. Dressing all in black, and in a way that made Sebastian proud, he made his way to a local bar that he found himself frequenting way too often for his liking.

As soon as he entered, his eyes darted around the entire bar. Finding the person he was looking for, he quickly made his way up to him, and slid into his booth.

"Barry! What can I do for you?" Leonard Snart asked in his usual condescending tone.

"Look Snart, I don't have time to waste, and I am certainly not in the mood. I need your assistance." Barry replied, in a no nonsense tone of voice.

"The Flash needs help from a cold villain such as myself? How peculiar. Color me intrigued."

"I'm not in the mood for your word games Snart. Are you going to help or not?"

"Well, however may I help you Mr. Allen?"

"Last night in New York, three thugs hospitalized my friend, and got away. I'm not about to let that slide."

"Why doesn't the Flash apprehend them?"

"And let people wonder why The Flash decided to randomly deal with three criminals in New York? No thanks. I can't do anything about it, but you can."

"You want revenge? How cold of you Barry, aren't you supposed to be the superhero?"

"Right now, I'm not the superhero, I'm the very pissed off and well connected friend of a guy that got hurt."

"Sure, I see why you need me, but why should I help? I don't owe you anything."

"You may not owe me anything, but trust me, helping me is in your best interest."

"Oh really? How so?"

"Let's just say that in order for my plan to work, you have to steal something. I may be willing to turn a blind eye, as long as everything goes down how I planned."

"You're willing to let me get away with stealing, so you may get revenge? Allen, dare I say, you would make a remarkable villain."

"I already was a villain, once upon a time. Tonight is merely me going back to my roots, for a short amount of time at least."

"You, Barry Allen, were a villain. How interesting."

"It's a long story. I'll tell it to you on the jet."

"The jet?"

"How do you expect us to get to New York? I can't carry you the entire way, I have super speed, not super strength."

"Where did you procure a jet?"

"It's all part of the story. You already know one of my alter ego's, you may as well know the other. Tell me, have you ever heard of the Smythe Family?" And with that, the two walked out of the bar.