When Ice And Lightning Align - Snowbarry

Chapter 3: Hello Mr. Sionis

"Forensic scientist at the CCPD."

"You're serious?" Black Mask questions and by Snarts expression, he knows he is. "Well, why don't I learn a little about this Barry Allen."

...

Iris was deep in thought, typing away at her computer as the doorknob to her office began to rattle before it stopped completely. Someone had tried to open the door, leaving Iris questioning who it was. Maybe it was Barry coming to talk things out?

The doorknob began to freeze up, with the entire door soon following until it all shattered. Captain Cold entered the room from where the door used to be. "Your heart's so cold, Iris West-Allen. Let's put you on ice!" Captain Cold aimed his hands at Iris and blasted towards her, not because he wanted to kill her,  but because he wanted to have a little fun with her before he had to get down to business.

She leaped out of her seat, narrowly dodging the ice stream coming from his hands. "I want vengeance on the Flash for taking away my sister and you're gonna help me get it!" He shot another stream of ice, keeping her trapped against the wall. "The cold burns doesn't it? If you want to live, you're going to come with me on a little ride, and were gonna get Flash to come out and play. Sound good?" He chuckled as he formed a block of ice around his hand and used it to knock her unconscious.

When she woke up, she was laying on the floor as Snart and Sionis looked down at her. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!" Sionis sung in a gravelly manner.  In a sudden spark of movement, Sionis grabber Iris by the back of her neck and holds a knife to her throat. "I've got the perfect bait to lure Flash into a trap and put an end to the Speedster once and for all. Now I will rule this city!" Iris gasps and tries to pull away, but the knife presses against the underside of her chin, a small trail of blood flowing onto the steel. Roman puts his mouth up towards her ear. "Play along or else..."

Snart clears his throat and keeps a firm gaze on both of the two.  "Well, Roman, You have several hostages for our little friend. But there's one problem, I've done this whole hostage thing before, it doesn't work out too well. He just speeds in and out in seconds and takes us down like that!" He says with a snap of his fingers.

Iris grunts in pain as Sionis tightens his grip on her hair. "Shut the hell up!" Black Mask shouts, kicking the back of her knees so she falls to the ground, tightening his grip on her hair. "Don't worry Snart, I have everything I need to take care of our little speedster problem." He says and his tone becomes more serious with his next words. "I've always wanted to see a Snart beneath me. So you are gonna follow my orders, or you'll be dead just like you sister." Leonars clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white.

"You need to let me go! You won't like what's going to happen next!" Iris says through gritted teeth.

"Oh, I wouldn't like what happens. What's going to happen? Huh? What's going to happen? Nothing's going to happen bitch! Shut her up boys!" One of his men plants a strip of duct tape across her mouth and ties her to the chair next to the other hostages before taping the peice of paper to her chest. "Alright, its show time!"

...

Barry closes the final file on his desk and releases a yawn as he stretches. He stands and slips on his coat, heading to turn off the small tv in his lab. He flinches as he sees Eddie Thawne standing behind the television, the second phantom he's seen since his trip through the speedforce. "You might want to watch this Barry, its important." He says, and Barry looks down at the screen cautiously.

"All camera's pointed at me!" Sionis yelled, grabbing everyone's attention. "I'm sure everyone knows who I am, but if you do not allow me to introduce myself. I am Roman Sionis, but you can call me Black Mask." the news room was quiet, and Roman didn't like that. "Does anyone not know how to show a little damn respect? CLAP!" He screamed, slamming his fists on the conference table in quick succession.

"I'm not afraid of you!" He heard a man say from behind one of the cameras and he began laughing hysterically. Seems like they forgot to tape up one of the hostages.

He told his men to cut the man loose, and they did, leaving the man in silence as Roman spoke. "Wooo! Such a brave soul!" Roman began beckoning the man to come forward with his index finger. He grew angrier when the man simply sat in place. "I always say, if your going to run your mouth, make sure your fists can back it up. Now, get the hell over here!" The man finally stood and began walking over with a shake in each step. "Have a seat please, tell us your name." The man, who was in his early thirties took a seat and hooked a finger around his collar, stretching in a nervous manner. "Why so nervous? I just want to know your name."

"Michael." He said timidly.

"Michael, what, don't have a last name?" Sionis said as he propped his feet up on the desk.

"M-miller."

"Michael Miller, that's some damn good alliteration there Mikey!" He exclaimed. "Now, I want to know why you seem so terrified when you just said that you weren't afraid of me." Roman said, bringing his feet off the table and moving closer to the man.

Before Michael could say anything, a phone in the news room began to ring, and Roman gestured for one of his men to bring it to him. "Hello?" He said. "Mrs. Miller! What's that? Please let your husband go, you'll do anything?" Roman hung the phone up and turned his attention to one of the cameras. "I'm sorry, but I will not be disrespected by some middle aged moron who works in a damn news room!" He screamed before pulling a pistol from his suit pocket and pulling the trigger.

Every camera lense was coated in blood and the desk had chucks of flesh coated across it. "Ew!!" Sionis said in a sadistic yet delightful manner. "Will someone please clean Michael up?" He waved his hand dismissively at the body.

He slid the gun back into his pocket and sat back down, turning his gaze to the main camera in the room. "This message is to the Flash, to CCPD, and to the citizens of Central City. I own you now, I own this city. Just in case you thought I wasn't serious Flash, I have a few souls to help me."

The camera pans over to the audience in the room, tied up with duct tape covering their mouths. Barry looks over every one of them, and is surprised when he sees Iris front and center, with a sign taped to her chest. 'Come and get me, Flash.'