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[ in a bid to try and remember the memories he has lost to flashpoint — a realisation our fast hero hasn't had yet — barry turns to the realm of fandom. what better way to jog his memory than to write some fic? isn't that what the therapists told a young bartholomew allen? (he doesn't know. this isn't his first piece of memory fan fiction.) ]

[ this graces the network in the middle of the night. ]

UN: BEARY

The air crackles with golden electricity. Slick with ice is the street the Flash skids along, easily pulling himself to a confident standing position despite the ice on his shoes and the slightly poor finish to his run.

Captain Cold stands before him, Cold Gun in hand. His parka covers most of his face, and his goggles are as blue as the fabric. "Hello, Flash," he purrs.

"Captain Cold," the Flash says, a little respectively. "What brings you out so late?"

Captain Cold almost shrugs. "I was bored," he drawls. "The nighttime circuit around here isn't as fun as it used to be."

"You can blame your friends for that," says the Flash. He stand with his hands on his skinny hips, face a blur when the captain studies him.

Captain Cold's lips twist. "Want to have some fun, Flash?"

The Flash shakes his head. "No thanks. I've had enough fun for today."

"Oh well," Captain Cold almost pouts. "Save a dance for me next time. I've got my best dancing shoes on."

"And best dance floor," The Flash nods toward the thin layer of ice on the street.

It's now Captain Cold shrugs. "Call it practice. Giving to the poor what they want."

"And what's that?"

"I'll tell you later," he smirks. "During our next dance."

The Flash doesn't look displeased. Glancing at the Cold Gun and then back at Captain Cold, he nods his head, knowing that this is it.

"See you around, Captain." The Flash doesn't take off immediately, glancing at the Rogue who is almost like a friend. With another respectful nod, he's zipping along the street, a little clumsily on the thin ice as he disappears into the night.

Captain Cold watches him go with a little smile.

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[doitforthevibe]

um... Bar? everything good?

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Cisco Ramoooooooooon
Everything is fine except that I'm out of Cheetos and I have a really bad Cheeto craving.

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[catchacold]

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️ 5 snowflakes out of 5

Slight overuse of the code names. It's cute. Decent prose, short sentences to the point, bare description but enough to paint a picture. I can practically hear the dialogue.

Looking forward to the next dance.

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Seriously???
Five snowflakes?
FIVE???
I can quit my daytime job and retire in a snowglobe.

[ is barry embarrassed this has been posted? did barry even do it on accident? ]

text SURPRISE BARRY IT'S YOUR BFF

[stretchydick]

uh allen, is that you? cause this is waaaaay more than i ever wanted to know about what you do in your free time man.

text EOBARD??

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[ fry squints. at super speed, barry scans through the phonebook of all the imports here and ... ]

Are you for real?????

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[devoutish]

[Alfie's response comes in not half an hour later. Apparently Barry isn't the only one who's up late.]

Bravo, bravo. Will you be doing all of the superheroes?

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[catchacold]

What's important to remember is who he did first.

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IDK
TBH I thought about doing a Batman fic ft. the Lego Joker since he seems really passionate about being Batman's enemy
But I feel like the fic would skew in the favor of the villain
He has great hair. It wouldn't be fair to Batman.

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[eloquentness]

[ Hang on. She could've sworn she was checking the network, not Chronicles of Their Own . . . ]

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[eloquentness]

[ Oh. Nope.

This is definitely the Network, and this is most definitely something Barry wrote. With his own two hands. She's already getting out of bed (and probably making a ton of noise as she looks for her slippers and a warm robe). ]

So... Captain Cold's one of your threes?

[pummelgranite]

Do you take constructive criticism?

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If this is about how I dot my i's, I'm keeping the snowflakes.

to HELL with my hiatus; private.

[ewenique]

is this your own creation, or are you sharing another fanwork?

permaprivate

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Is it really that bad?

[heliophilic]

You learn so many interesting things about people in the middle of the night.

3/5 🌟🌟🌟

Okay writing, but I feel cheated by the lack of sex between Flash and Lenny. I mean, why put in all that sexual tension between the two of them only to have it go nowhere?

[catchacold]

It's all about the build-up, you perv.

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+1 Snart

Don't you prefer it when the WIP is getting to the good part, leaving the story on the perfect cliffhanger. So you wait and you wait and you wait until you realize it was last updated in 2009?
Best feeling ever.

[airshow]

All that buildup and you didn't even get to the steamy stuff? You're wasting my eyeballs' time, man!

[catchacold]

Gentlemen don't kiss and tell.

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It's not my fault you're not patient for the next instalment, dude
A fic writer never dumps the story because then that means less reviews
And we love reviews.
It's like you don't know how any of this works ...

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[battysitter]

Dude, what?

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Dude!

It couldn't have been that bad ...
But then I can see that I didn't really set the scene, did I? It's confusing, isn't it?
Where in Central City is it taking place?
Harbor St?
The place where the Flash put down the Trickster with Weather Warden's help?
You're right.

[ welcome to texting the flash aka barry allen aka barry flashallen. ]

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[reexamined]

Is this a "one-shot" or will there be multiple chapters?

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Do you think 50 chapters is too many?

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[romancekiller]

[wow what is this even. clarke doesn't even know what the hell she just read but at the same time she wonders if this was something that was posted accidentally] did you mean to share that on the network?

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What would be the cooler answer?
a) I totally meant to publish this to the network
b) This was meant to be filed away on my Notes app