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Warning: mature language and scenesthird personword count: 3,53312:04 am | flash is central city's hero andyou are his rival — and his weakness seemsto be very, very bad girls

You kicked the vent open with your heel, twisting the laser pen in your hands. It made a crashing sound, and you got down on your knees. You fit inside easily, your small frame helped you navigate carefully. When your device beeped, you knew you were right above where you needed to be. You took a deep breath before ramming your knee into the metal. Voices underneath you got louder.

A second kick broke the vent underneath you, and you fell through the ceiling. You caught the edge of the vent, lowering yourself slowly onto your feet. You smiled darkly, scanning the room around you.

Your target was the storage unit for a neighboring city's iron corporation. They kept thousands of dollars worth of platinum, titanium, diamonds, iron, .925 silver, and gold in the outskirts of Central City. You wanted some of their materials for better weapons and some just for yourself.

If you were asked why you did what you did, your answer would be quite simple: it was fun. It was fun to be bad, it was fun to feel that adrenaline rush.

The room around you erupted in cries for the exit, and you pressed a button on your phone. The whole storage unit lit up in red lights, and the doors locked with them.

You smiled to yourself again.

"Good evening, everyone!" You exclaimed loudly. Terrified expressions were your answer. "Anyone want me to point me in the direction of some good titanium?"

No one answered. You rolled your eyes before you grabbed a small baton from your belt. You circled the room, chanting, "Duck, duck, duck . . ." Your baton landed on a young woman's shoulder, her blonde hair accentuating her features beautifully. "Goose."

Her eyes went wide, and you grabbed her hand. You spun her in a circle before using the baton to put her in a headlock. She scratched at you, having trouble breathing.

"Stop! Stop!" Voices cried.

"Now, does anyone wanna tell me where the titanium is?" You asked. The woman clawed at you, and you held her neck tighter. Her face was turning pale. "I'm growing a little impatient."

The woman pointed to a small door to your left, and you raised your eyebrows. You let her go, but not before slipping a small device around her neck. It closed around her, and the device began beeping.

"Are you sure this is it?" You asked playfully. She clawed at her neck.

"Wait! Wait . . ." she whispered before you pushed the door open. She then pointed to the door on your right.

"You lied to me?" You gasped sarcastically. The woman shook in her place, tugging at the device. "Are you sure this is the door?"

You nodded. "Okay, I believe you," you said before pressing the detonator. The device sent a shock, and the woman fell onto her side, knocked out. The employees moved out of your way before you kicked the door open, seeing boxes sealed with serial numbers along the labels. You ran your hands over them, examining them carefully.

You pried one open, peering at the titanium blocks inside. You grabbed a few, stuffing them into your backpack. It suddenly weighed much heavier, not to your surprise.

You hoisted it over your back, turning around and walking back into the large warehouse.

"Thanks, guys. It was good doing business with you," you laughed. You pressed another button on your phone, and all the lights burst into sparks. You raised your grapple, letting it hit the air vent. It raised you up quickly, and you maneuvered your way out quickly and carefully.

When you emerged from the vent, you landed on your heels and let out an exhausted sigh. You began to walk away but stopped suddenly. A smile made its way onto your lips.

"I almost thought you'd miss the party," you said seductively, turning around to see Flash standing in the shadows. He stood up straight.

"You're gonna have to give that back," he said seriously, cracking his neck. You began to walk towards him, pulling the ponytail out of your hair. You let your hair fall, swinging it from side-to-side. You ran your hands through your hair before you now stood inches from him.

"Awww, that's a good joke!" You giggled. This wasn't your first encounter with Flash. He was fast, but never fast enough to catch you. It seemed to be his mission to catch you, but you were always one step ahead, and you always surprised him.

"It's not a joke," he muttered. He reached for you, and you moved out of his way. He caught your wrist, but you twisted it upward and used your leg to rip his hand off you. He then swung his right hand to punch. You were not as strong as Flash; that's not how you won. You used his strength against him.

You used the momentum from his punch to flip him over, and he landed on his back. He coughed in pain and slowly got up to face you. You smiled, taunting him towards you as you raised your fists.

"Let's dance," you teased. You anticipated his first punch, but he was so quick to pull your legs out from underneath you. You fell back on your ass, but were quick to walkover backwards and knock him from underneath his chin. When you got back up, he was no longer in front of you. Then, you felt his arms around your waist.

You spun around, engulfed in his arms. You looked up at him, and he stopped struggling once your eyes met. Something paused between the two of you, and you took the opportunity to lean in and kiss him. A rush of sexual attraction took over the both of you. His hands slid low on you back, and your hands found his chest. They slid down his stomach, and you smiled against his lips at the touch of his muscular abdomen. Distracted, he didn't notice you pull a small blade from your belt. Instead, he deepened the kiss between you two, his breath heavy. You had to admit that you, too, were a little lost in the kiss.

Oh, he's such a good kisser.

Remembering where you were, you struck the blade into his side, and Flash let go of you. You made sure not to hit an artery or anything fatal, backing away from him slowly. When he fell to the ground, you turned around and took off running, leaving him feeling stunned and stupid.

11:35 pm | two evenings later

You sharpened your blade against the sidewalk, enjoying the sound it made. You had laid small traps along the road, attempting to hijack a money shipment to the bank. It was going to be guarded heavily. You knew three trucks would be coming, two of them being decoys.

You placed sensors on the road as well, to see which truck was the heaviest; this would reveal which one had the money. Once you determined that, you would detonate your traps on the correct truck. Your phone was beeping low, indicating the trucks were still a good eight minutes away.

You looked around, examining your environment. You were nervous others would show up; a truck shipment of money hadn't been done in a while in Central City due to hijackings. You were nervous others would come to argue, fight, and maybe even kill for the money in that truck. There were going to be millions inside.

Before you knew it, the trucks had crossed your weight checkpoint. The third truck was the heaviest. You sighed, watching carefully as the trucks came screeching down the road. Your finger hovered over the detonator. When you finally clicked, spikes came out of ground and destroyed the third truck's rubber tires. As it screeched to a stop, you slowly crept over to the padlocked back. With your new titanium blades, the lock was no match. When you swung the doors open, it was like a beautiful sight to your eyes.

Stacks upon stacks upon stacks of money were right in front of you. You hopped in carefully, stuffing as many bills into your bag as possible. Once you finished, you zipped it up and used a small lock of your own to seal it. You slid out quickly, disappearing behind a dumpster. You heard voices and oncoming sirens, and you cursed yourself for picking a bad spot to hide in. You bolted for the nearest alley, using the wall to jump onto the ladder of a fire escape. You used all your strength to pull yourself up the bars until your feet were able to help you. You landed onto the fire escape platform heavily, breathing hard.

Shit, that was hard. I need to work out more.

You slowly climbed the stairs up to the roof, looking over to see the sirens had stopped and the police were already scanning the area. You took a deep breath, knowing someone was behind you. When you turned however, you were met with an unfamiliar face.

"Aye, you got the money, 'idn't ya?"

You couldn't see him as he hid in the shadows, but his Australian accent was heavy. You swallowed, holding a blade in each hand.

"And who are you?" You asked gently, rolling the blades around in your fingers. He laughed.

"Aye, you got the money, doll?"

You widened your stance, positioning yourself in equal weight on both feet. "Come and get it," you giggled. He came out of the shadows. He seemed to be at least ten years your senior. He had greasy honey blonde hair and striking green eyes. His tattered, knee length leather coat was accompanied by a beige pair of joggers and dark blue shirt. When he opened up his jacket, he had guns and toys strapped to the insides. Your stomach began to turn with uneasiness. You stayed away from guns for a reason. Guns were for killing, and that was your one rule. You could do whatever you wanted, but you couldn't kill anyone.

"C'mere, dollface," he taunted, beckoning a finger at you. You licked your lips, feeling your body go numb. He reached for his own blade, a long crooked one with a menacing sharp tip. You breathed out slowly and waited for him to make the first move. He swung his arm at you, and you ducked. He backed up at your swing, and you quickly spun and lifted your leg behind you. To your unfortunate surprise, he caught your leg and sliced through it, making you hiss in pain.

You ignored it, feeling the blood trickle into your heels. You swung a false strike, using your other to lay a good wound onto his stomach. He was quick to react, grabbing the arm you used to strike him and spinning you with it. He pulled your back into him, his knife curled at the base of your neck. You breathed heavily as he whispered in your ear.

"The money or'll slice ya," was all he said. You looked in front of you, and you were both standing in front of the roof access door. You used the wall beside it to run up the wall, kicking yourself backwards. You stood behind him now, using your heel to shove him up against the wall and shove your blade into his back. He cried out in pain, falling to his knees. You turned to look for a way out. The only way you saw was to jump onto the roof of another building. You took a deep breath before running.

That's when you heard a gunshot, narrowly missing you and hitting the place beside your feet. You turned to see the man holding up a pistol, and you cursed yourself as you ran. Finally, you took a leap off the side and jumped. In the air, you heard another gunshot and cried out as it hit your arm. You caught the edge of the other building with your one good arm, crying out in pain as tears began to fall. With the last of your energy, you swung your other arm onto the edge. Every move you made sent waves of pain up your body. You pulled yourself up, almost to the edge when your arm gave out, and you were just about falling. At the last second, hands grabbed you, pulling you up quickly and dropping you onto your back.

You coughed out in pain, grabbing onto your arm and groaning. You rolled onto your stomach, letting your head rest on the rubble. You felt your breathing slow, and you finally looked up. Flash was staring down at you, turning you over and examining your arm.

"Just a flesh wound," he mumbled, ripping a piece of cloth from your T-shirt and using it to tie around your arm. You hissed at him when he knotted it tight.

"Why would you be helping me? Get off of me!" You yelled, backing away from him. Flash grabbed you by your collar, shaking you a little.

"I've finally got you. After all this time, I have you," he muttered. You sighed, sitting up and resting your back against the wall, watching as Flash got up to pace. He was thinking about something deeply, and you took the time to admire how good he looked in that suit.

Oh, his ass looks so good.

"What are you doing?" You asked, annoyed. You held onto your arm, sighing as he kept pacing.

"I'm thinking about what to do with you," he replied.

"Turn me in. Like you always said you would," you said softly. You and Flash had a history of months running into each other. That other night wasn't the first time you had kissed, and you knew there was something weird between the two of you. Something that technically shouldn't be there. And you knew that was why he was having a hard time figuring out what to do with you. "But you won't."

"And why the hell wouldn't I?" Flash snapped.

"Because. You feel something. Something towards me," you replied gently. Flash stopped pacing, snapping his head to look at you.

"That's not it," he assured you. You smiled at your feet, wincing as you adjusted your position.

"Don't lie to me. That kiss the other night? I mean, damn, I haven't kissed someone like that ever. And no one has kissed me like that ever," you laughed. "You feel something."

Flash came towards you, getting right up in your face. He crouched down to your level. "You're a backstabbing criminal who does nothing but hurt people just cause you think it's fun. I would never in a million years feel anything but pitiful and sorry for someone as low and as selfish and as you—"

You leaned in, cutting him off by planting a soft kiss on his lips. Flash didn't kiss back, but he didn't pull away. You let go of your hurt arm, placing your hand on his shoulder. When you pulled away, he was silent.

"I can't...I can't do this," he whispered. He didn't move away from you. "I can't..."

You nodded your head, sliding your hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck. "Yes, you can," you said softly. You leaned in again and closed the space between your lips. He didn't kiss back again, but he still wouldn't pull away.

You pushed him so he sat down, and you crawled into the space between his legs. He still wouldn't move away from you or stop you from what you were doing.

"I can't...I can't do this," he groaned. "I can't..."

"Admit that you feel something for me," you whispered, kissing his jaw. Flash let out a shaky breath. "Admit it. 'Cause I do. Oh, since day one, when you first tried to stop me..."

It took everything in him not to grab your cheeks and kiss you again.

"Oh, it was so fun," you cooed, kissing down his neck. "It was so fun to taunt you, to tease you."

Flash sucked in a breath and let it out shakily again. "Stop...stop this is wrong. This is wrong...I need to turn you in, stop." He still didn't do anything to stop you.

"Admit that you feel something for me. You've been watching me all these months...you've had so many opportunities to hurt me, to catch me, and you never do," you whispered, finding his jaw again and kissing him softly. You forgot about the pain in your arm; kissing Flash felt so good.

There was just something about you two; you knew it was your instinct to break the law, and his to keep it, but it made the attraction between the two of you all that much sweeter.

"I'm bad, Flash," you giggled in his ear. "I do bad things because I like this rush. I like the adrenaline. And you, so good and courageous and protective...admit that you secretly like me because of who I am."

You crawled into his lap and sat up, and he looked up at you. You bit your lip,

"C'mon, Flash. Because I'll admit it. I'll admit that every piece of good in your heart turns me on. As well as how damn good you look in this thing," you said gently, your hands cupping his cheeks. Flash shook his head, his hands holding your waist firmly against him.

"Oh, this is so wrong...I can't. I can't be with you. All you bring is trouble, everywhere you go," he mumbled. You laughed a little.

"I do. I like bringing trouble. I like causing trouble. I like it. But that's what makes me so, so attractive to you, doesn't it, Flash?" you cooed, pouting. He shut his eyes as he pulled you closer to him. "Kiss me, love. Kiss me and tell me if it feels wrong."

Flash didn't hesitate to listen, kissing you softly. You laughed between kisses, holding face in your palms and concentrating on kissing him firmly. Flash was loving every single second of it. He had never felt such a connection or attraction to anyone in his life. When he pulled away, you waited for an answer.

"Why does it feel so good?" He whispered, and you smiled at him.

"Aww, Flash, you're going soft on me," you said jokingly. He bit his lip.

"But this is wrong. This is wrong. You're a criminal..."

"Shhh..." You placed a finger to his lips. Flash let out a groan of frustration. "Shut up. Stop talking."

"I'm sorry for stabbing you," you said softly, ashamed. He smiled a little.

"It hurt like a bitch," he mumbled. You bit your lip, and he held you as close as he could. "But all I could think about was the way you kissed me."

You giggled a little, tracing your thumb along the bottom of his lip. "I have you wrapped around my finger, don't I?

Flash grimaced at the thought, but he didn't disagree. You bit your lip again, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "And unfortunately, you have me wrapped around yours, too."

This was a fact; his touch made you feel a hundred different ways, and all of them were good. Even then, with his hands so low on your back, your heart was beating fast by the minute.

You kissed him again; you couldn't help it. His eyes were pleading with you, and you couldn't wait any longer. Flash let his hands roam even lower on your body, and you grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled him as close to you as possible. The kiss was growing more intense by the second. The two of you were consumed in attraction, unable to stop each other. He was so good and so kind and a hero. You were so bad and so cruel and a criminal.

Flash was the symbol of Central City, and you hid in its shadows. He protected, and you challenged. Everything about the two of you made you so different, but nothing the two of you had ever done had felt better than that moment, kissing each other and holding each other and getting lost in one another. He didn't know you, and you didn't know him, but somehow you both had it figured out.

When you pulled away, Flash held onto you, his forehead against yours. He was breathing hard, licking his lips and touching your noses together.

"I'm letting you go," he whispered, giving you another soft kiss. You rubbed your thumbs along the apples of his cheeks.

"And why would you do that?" You wondered, never wanting the moment to end. You wanted him to be yours, you wanted him to be everything.

"Because," Flash grinned, squeezing your thighs gently, "it'll be fun to catch you."

Shorter than the last but I hope you like it. <3

Love, B