As an apology for my absence, here is another chapter! I am so ready to move on to the next universe, mostly because I have gotten so much inspiration from Season 2 of the Flash that I can't wait to show you what I have planned!

Previously

"I have an idea of how to get you home," Wally said, but turned around, an apologetic look on his face, "Although, I don't think you're going to like it."

"Why is that?"

"It's more of a Wally West Plan, than a Barry Allen Plan…"

A wide grin broke across Barry's face, "Then you have my full support, Flash."

Now

Leonard Snart took another drink of his beer as he leaned back in his booth. Mick Rory sits next to him as he takes another sip. Mick nudges him with his elbow, getting his attention. With a scowl he begrudgingly looks over.

"Guess Scudder finally convinced Lisa to come by the place," Mick chuckled as he downed his whisky. Snart narrowed his eyes as he watched the exchange. Sam Scudder, in a drunken state, was trying to be romantic with Lisa. For being a master of cold, it made his blood boil. He did notice, however, that his sister was having none of it. She stormed out of the bar, leaving Scudder to stumble back to the Rogue's booth. That's my girl, he thought as Scudder plopped down on the opposite side of the booth.

"Can you believe that?" Sam slurred spilling a bottle of beer he was loosely holding in his hand, "She didn't want to have a drink with me, her boyfriend!"

"You're drunk, Scudder," Snart said coldly. He continued drinking his own beer.

"She said the exact same thing!" He yelled, "All you Snarts are the same," Snart's eyes narrowed more while Mick tried to signal for Scudder to stop, "You think you're better than everyone else, well guess what? You're n—"

His drunken rant was halted by Snart's cold gun powering up inches from Scudder's nose. He stared down barrel as Snart's finger rested calmly on the trigger, "I don't care if you're drunk, Scudder. I will freeze you to this table if you say another word about me or my sister. You're on thin ice as it is by having the gall to date my sister in the first place,"

"Woah woah! No need to get trigger happy!"

"Don't tempt me," Snart powered down his gun as Scudder let out a breath of relief. Snart took another sip of his beer. Mick chuckled at the exchange. He realized he was out of whisky and walked to the bar to get another round. As he walked back to the table, a commotion was heard at the front of the bar. The Rogues looked over and noticed a certain Speedster standing in the doorway to the bar.

The Flash walked toward the Rogues and as he walked, many of the Bar's occupants booked it for the door. As they fled, the bartender groaned, "Thanks for scaring off my customers, Flash. Now who's going to pay for those drinks. hm?" The bartender crossed his arms and shot an accusatory glance to the Flash.

"Oh, uh I didn't realize… Well I guess I can pay for them, if that would help," Wally began searching for a wallet when Snart chuckled. Wally quickly turned to look at the leader of the Rogues in the corner.

"You don't have that kind of money, Kid," Snart said as he took another drink. He then glanced at the bartender, "Put it on my Tab, Mike, we had a big score today." The bartender seemed satisfied and went back to work as Wally made his way to the Rogue's table. Mick and Scudder both reached for their respective guns, pointing them at the Flash. Wally put his hands up and paused. Snart didn't look at the hero, but down at his own gun, "Did Daddy Flash never teach you about boundaries, Kid? You see we had a little deal, he and I: He never bothered us at the bar as long as we weren't doing anything illegal."

"Technically you robbed a bank, which is, in fact, illegal," Wally said. The two guns pointed at him powered up slightly, "Woah wait guys, I'm not here about that, I just want to talk…I mean technically the topic does include what happened today—" Mick stands, about ready to fire, "—BUT, I'm not here to fight, just hear me out!"

Snart stares at the Flash a moment, enjoying seeing the Kid squirm under his gaze. Mick's spitfire temper doesn't help his situation, that's certain. Snart let's the moment hang for another couple seconds then finally speaks, "Mick, sit down."

"Come on, Snart! The Flash is at our mercy! He's practically offering himself up on a silver platter!" Mick walks up close to the Flash, his gun in his face. Wally can feel the heat of the gun through his cowl but stands his ground.

"Sit. Down." With that, Mick begrudgingly deactivated his gun. Snart noticed the small sigh of relief as the Flash put his hands down, "Now talk, Kid. And do it fast, we have a score to divvy up."

"You're making this really hard for me Snart," Wally said under his breath as he pulls a chair up from one of the other tables. He sits down and looks anywhere but at Snart.

"Better start talking, Kid, I don't have all day," Snart spits out. Wally sits up straighter and looks Snart in the eye.

"…You were right." Wally said simply.

"About what, exactly?"

"I can never be the Flash," Wally said in acceptance. Snart chuckled as he took another drink.

"If that's all you wanted to say, you really didn't need to waste either of our time by coming here to say it," Snart replied.

"Well it's not just that, I could have said that over text… or in passing during our next battle," Wally deadpanned, "No, what I meant was that I know I have been trying to be like the old Flash, and I kind of suck at it—"

"Is there a point?" Snart asked impatiently.

"I'm going to stop being the old Flash and start being my own Flash. But if I'm going to do that, we have to come to an agreement,"

"I'm listening…"

"I won't try to be like the old Flash," Wally looked at Snart, "But you all need to stop treating me like him, or like the sidekick I used to be," Mick scoffed at this.

"Can you believe it? Kid, you got some balls if you think—"

"Fine."

Both the Rogue and the Speedster looked at Cold with disbelief. He continued, "You stop acting like the Flash, we'll treat you like the new one, not just a kid in Daddy's clothes."

Mick couldn't believe it, so much so that he stormed back to the bar to get a heavier drink. Wally sat there, a small smile on his face. Snart decided to bring up the other issue of the day, "So, where did you find the Imposter?"

Wally frowned, "He's not an—" he sighed but continued, "The man I was fighting with today was the Flash, just, from a different universe." Wally let the bombshell drop. Instead of the surprised look he was expecting, Snart simply shrugged and took another sip of his drink. It was Wally's turn to be confused, "Really? No reaction at all?"

"It makes sense. Besides, what does it matter to me?"

"Well, that Flash got sent here through a singularity in his universe," Snart recalled seeing news about the wormhole. He nodded and let the Flash continue, "Now he's stuck here in our universe."

Wally let that hang in the air a moment. Mick returned to the table with a bottle of whisky. Snart finished off his beer and looked at the Flash who appeared to be waiting for some response from Snart.

"And I should care because…"

"Because you Rogues hold the key to getting him home! Or at least started in the right direction," Snart looked skeptical. Wally pointed toward the now passed out Mirror Master, "More specifically, I need his gun,"

"What good will that do? You want to send him to the mirror world?" Mick scoffed again as he chugged part of the bottle of whisky.

"No, I was thinking of making another singularity using the portals," Wally received skeptical looks all across the table, "Look, we know you guys stole those gems to supercharge your weapons. Well, remember when Scudder fired two mirror portals facing one another? They became unstable. I believe that if we do the same thing with the supercharged gun, it will create a singularity. The Flash will run at a speed fast enough to use the singularity as a type of speed cannon to shoot himself back to his own time. All we have to do is break one of the mirrors to shut down the singularity."

Wally looks at Snart expectantly, but Snart shoots the Flash a condescending smirk.

"No."

"What do you mean, 'No'?"

"No, we aren't going to help you," Snart relished the look on the Flash's face: defeat, anger, shock. It was fun to mess with the Kid.

"Unless…"

"Unless what?" Wally was starting to get worried, what on Earth would Snart ask for?

"I'll help you send the Imposter back to his universe as long as you don't try to take the gems away from us when we're done," Snart said. Oh, well that's not too bad, Wally thought. He was about to say 'deal' when Snart added, "And release any Rogues currently incarcerated.

"You know I can't do that Snart—"

"You can if you want the 'Flash' to get back to his own universe," Snart smiled as he watched the Flash think about his proposal. He knew he had the Speedster between a rock and a hard place. Finally the Flash huffed, Still just a kid, Snart thought. He held out his hand. The Flash took it.

"Fine," he muttered, "But we send the Flash home first."