The Flash : Please Kill Me (Complete Remake)

Chapter 12: A Cold Front Approaches – Introducing Snart (REMAKE)

The next few weeks were a blur of minor metahuman incidents – a guy who could turn into gas, a woman who could control plants (seriously, Central City was becoming a very weird garden). Barry was getting better, faster, more confident. Adam was getting better at pretending he wasn't from the future.

Then, the news broke. A train heist. Not a metahuman, but a highly coordinated, incredibly audacious robbery. And the perp left behind a signature: a perfectly frozen section of track.

"Cold gun," Adam muttered, almost dropping his coffee. "He's here."

"Cold gun?" Cisco asked, his eyes wide. "Dude, that's awesome! I mean, terrible, but awesome! Who could build something like that?"

"Someone with a very specific set of skills," Adam replied, trying to sound mysterious. "And a very, very cold heart. My 'enhanced common sense' is screaming 'Leonard Snart.' He's a professional thief. And he's about to become a very big problem."

Joe looked at him. "Snart? How do you know about him?"

"He's got a reputation, Joe," Adam said, shrugging. "The criminal underworld whispers. And my 'Urban Navigation' skill sometimes picks up on… interesting gossip. He's methodical. Smart. And he likes to make a statement."

Wells, from his chair, observed Adam with that unnerving intensity. "Mr. Stiels, your insights are… remarkably specific."

"I told you," Adam said, offering his most charming, Stiles-esque grin. "I'm just really good at connecting the dots. And I've seen enough heist movies to know that the guy who leaves a calling card is usually trying to prove something."

They tracked Snart to a museum, where he was planning to steal a priceless diamond. Barry was ready, vibrating with anticipation. Adam, however, had a different plan. He knew Snart was meticulous, but he also knew he had a flair for the dramatic. And a weakness for a good distraction.

"Okay, Flash," Adam said, pulling Barry aside. "Here's the deal. Snart's got that cold gun. It's dangerous. You can't just run at him. You need a diversion. Something that will throw him off his game. Something… embarrassing."

Barry looked at him, confused. "Embarrassing?"

"Trust me," Adam said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'm a master of elaborate pranks. This is my wheelhouse. While you're doing your superhero thing, I'm going to hit him with something he won't see coming. Literally."

He explained his idea to Cisco, who, after a moment of stunned silence, burst out laughing. "Dude! That's genius! He'll never expect it!"

Caitlin, however, looked horrified. "You're planning a prank? During a robbery? Adam, this is serious!"

"Exactly!" Adam said. "And sometimes, the best way to deal with serious is to make it ridiculous. Besides, it'll give Barry an opening. Think of it as psychological warfare. With glitter."

While Barry engaged Snart, trying to disarm him without getting frozen, Adam slipped away, using his 'Urban Navigation' and 'Enhanced Flight Response' to get into position. He'd scouted the museum earlier, knowing Snart's likely entry and exit points. He found a hidden ventilation shaft directly above where Snart was meticulously freezing a display case.

" Alright, Snart, you magnificent bastard. You're cool, you're collected, you've got a fancy gun. But you're about to learn that sometimes, the most dangerous weapon isn't a laser, it's a well-placed bucket of… well, you'll see."

He carefully opened the vent, then, with a silent prayer to the prank gods, he tipped over the bucket he'd filled earlier. It wasn't just glitter. It was a mixture of super-fine, iridescent glitter, a gallon of non-toxic, bright pink slime, and about a hundred tiny, squeaky rubber ducks.

It all landed with a wet, squishy splat directly on Leonard Snart.

Snart, mid-freeze, paused. He looked down at his perfectly tailored, now shimmering, pink-slimed, duck-covered coat. His usually impassive face contorted into a look of pure, unadulterated disgust.

"What… the… hell?" he growled, his voice losing its usual calm.

Barry, who had been struggling, saw his opening. Snart was distracted, trying to shake off the slime and ducks. Barry moved in, disarming him with a blur of motion. The Cold Gun clattered to the floor.

"You're under arrest, Snart!" Barry declared, panting slightly.

Snart, still covered in pink slime and ducks, glared up at the vent where Adam had been. "Who… who did this?"

Adam, already halfway across the city, chuckled to himself. " That, my friend, is a secret I'll take to my grave. Or, you know, my next strategic death. Whichever comes first."

He returned to S.T.A.R. Labs, trying to look innocent. Barry was recounting the capture, still slightly bewildered by the "pink slime and ducks" incident.

"And then, out of nowhere, this… stuff just fell on him!" Barry exclaimed, laughing. "It was the weirdest thing! He was so distracted, I just took the gun!"

Cisco was practically rolling on the floor. "I told you! Adam's a genius! That was amazing!"

Caitlin, though still looking slightly disapproving, couldn't help but smile. "It was… effective."

Joe just shook his head, a weary but amused look on his face. "Adam, you're a menace. A useful menace, but a menace nonetheless."

"I aim to please, Detective," Adam said, beaming. "And occasionally, to cover supervillains in glitter. It's a niche, but someone's gotta do it."

He felt a subtle shift in the team's dynamic. He wasn't just the "consultant" anymore. He was the guy who could make them laugh, even in the middle of a crisis. The guy who thought outside the box. The guy who, apparently, had a secret stash of pink slime and rubber ducks. And that, he realized, was just as valuable as any superpower.