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Video - Gangster Barry??
"..Please.. just let us go! You can have everything here!"
The video feed snaps on to a very different looking Barry Allen. No easy smiles or a concerned furrow of his brow. No, he's at one of the speak easy establishments over in the gangster-controlled section of the 1920s. Feet up on the bar, a twist of his lips that can only be described as cruel as he smirks. "See, that's the point. I don't need your permission. I can take what I want and you can't stop me."
"Everything here is mine now. You report to me. Side with the other families and.." he makes a dramatic show of a vibrating hand punching through the bar. "Well. I think I've made my point?"
"Yeah! Yeah you got it boss! We won't step outta line!"
"Boss." Smirk. "I like that."
The video feed snaps on to a very different looking Barry Allen. No easy smiles or a concerned furrow of his brow. No, he's at one of the speak easy establishments over in the gangster-controlled section of the 1920s. Feet up on the bar, a twist of his lips that can only be described as cruel as he smirks. "See, that's the point. I don't need your permission. I can take what I want and you can't stop me."
"Everything here is mine now. You report to me. Side with the other families and.." he makes a dramatic show of a vibrating hand punching through the bar. "Well. I think I've made my point?"
"Yeah! Yeah you got it boss! We won't step outta line!"
"Boss." Smirk. "I like that."
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"Finally give up on that whole hero schtick?" he asks. A vibrational blast shatters the lower grade alcohol behind the bar. "Make me a double." The terrified bartender obeys quickly, offering him the glass with a shaking hand.
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She jumps when she sees his hand punch through the bar. Boss?! Oh no no no. They can't have that.
"Barry?" she asks, Frost's arms full of grocery bags and staring at him with a wide eyed expression.
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