[video]

[commanderspecs]

[The glitchy video opens to focus on Barry's metahuman watch on the table right in front of his communication device. If someone looks carefully, they could see just beyond that is the unfocused figure of Barry Allen...2 and the entire apartment surrounded by bolts of electricity emanating from his body. Instead of the usual fear that comes with Barry using his abilities, he seems to revel in the fact that his room is in disarray, that he could easily send bolts of electricity to destroy a lamp.]

[He turns his focus onto the meta watch and his face twists up into an angered expression before he extends a hand toward it and lets loose a bolt - destroying it and knocking the communication device off the table, effectively ending the broadcast.]

[text]

[froststorm]

This villain gig gets such a bad reputation. Did you know how freeing it is to just not care anymore?

[She sends a picture of New Central City with various jagged ice shards jutting out of buildings and grounds. The people look frightened in the picture as whatever human is there is running for their lives.]

Not exactly my Central but this beats therapy all the same.

[video]

[snowandfrost]

Look at this precious little thing!

[Killer Frost in a pink dress and in Caitlin's apartment with baked cupcakes and cookies and her hair coifed neatly. She has a very confused Pilot in her arms and is smiling and cooing at him as she points the camera at both of them. She's smiling kindly and sweetly and looks into the camera.]

Isn't he the most sweetest, most adorable thing you've ever seen? Now if anyone is hungry, I've made a few cupcakes and cookies. If you need to talk to someone, I'm here.

[It's said sincerely.]

I'm here and Caitlin's here. And we're both very happy to sit down with a cup of tea and talk out whatever problems there are. I just want to wrap up the world in a big, warm hug.

Video - Gangster Barry??

[chosenbylightning]

"..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."