Sebastian has a strong reputation. Barry knows this. This is why he thanks his lucky stars that it burnt down.

Don't get him wrong, he was terribly upset when it went down, it was his home, but it also meant that he could not be linked through it.

Shame things don't always stay burnt.

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"Allen, could you come in please?" The Captain asked him as he walked into the building.

"I'm not late!" He said defensively the moment he got into the office.

"We know Barry... We just have something we want to ask you, don't feel pressured into doing it though," Joe said.

"Oh..." Barry replied, slightly confused.

"Take a seat," The Captain said, motioning to the free seat. "We are asking you whether you would go undercover for us, would you like to go undercover?" The Captain asked when Barry had sat down.

"I would love to go undercover, but why me? I am not trained and there are others that could go," Barry questioned.

"Because you look the youngest..." Joe started.

"Where is this going?" Barry said warily.

"We want you to go undercover in a high school." The Captain finalised

Thinking briefly, Barry asked, "what high school? I take it it's away from Central City."

"Dalton..." The Captain started.

"Dalton Academy? The one that burned down? The one that had the Warblers?" Barry asked in quickfire.

"Yeah... How do you know all this?" Joe asked.

"Reputations," Barry replied. 'Well its not really a lie is it?'

"Ok, we want you to go in as a transfer student..." The Captain started but was butted in again.

"Not going to happen. You won't be able to get away with it," Barry stated simply.

"Why? You look the correct age," Joe asked.

"Because they know me. They all know me quite well," Barry stated.

"You sure they won't have forgotten?" Joe asked.

'Forgot me, Nah, they will all remember me until their all dead!' Barry thought to himself before replying, "they won't have forgotten me. But there is something that you can do. Send me in as a returning student. I am the correct age to return."

"Return, but that would suggest that you have been there before?" The Captain asked.

"Who says I haven't?" Barry smirked, knowing that a little Sebastian was coming through.

"Moving on, would you go in as a return though. Would that not bring up memories of bullying?" Joe asked, looking at the smirk on Barry's face wearily.

"Trust me it won't. Dalton Academy has a no-bullying policy. You were brothers there," Barry firmly said.

"Ok then Barry, welcome back to Dalton!" The Captain said.

"Oh, one last thing. Not Barry Allen, Sebastian Smythe, then they will fully know me," Barry said before walking to his work station.

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"You ready Sebastian?" Joe asked, his voice still unused to calling him, Sebastian.

"Oh, I am ready," Sebastian said.

"Could I ask one thing?" Iris asked.

"You just did, but continue," Sebastian stated.

"Where you get the uniform so fast?" She asked him.

"Oh, this?" He asked, pointing to the uniform he was wearing, he turned to face her in the car, smirking slightly, "This is mine, I already owned it." He was dressed in his Dalton uniform, his shoes shined. Blazer and trousers pressed. His hair was even gelled to fit back into being Seb.

"Ok, we are here," Joe said.

"It's big..." Iris whispered.

"Oh, it's only a well-known prep school. It has to be big." Sebastian smirked, "it is good to be back... Wonder how different it is though?" Sebastian then added.

"Back?" Joe asked.

"I keep telling you this, I used to go here," Sebastian said, barely able to restrain from rolling his eyes.

"Well then. Let's get to it!" Iris clapped.

"Warning, they might get a little defensive at you Iris, also Joe? Don't kill me for what is going to happen," Sebastian said.

"You're worrying me..." Joe stated.

"You will see," Sebastian replied before he slowly strolled up to the doors of the main hall where they were all meeting. He pushed the doors open dramatically, the noise drawing the attention of everyone. His signature smirk was ever-present on his face.

The hall went silent, conversations drying when they saw who walked in.

"Sebastian!"

"Oh my god!"

"He's alive!"

"It's Sebastian Smythe!"

"BASSY!"

All the calls rang through the room, the last being followed by someone trying to flatten him.

"Hello to you too Jeff. Now would you move your ass so I could breathe a little?" Sebastian asked.

Jeff walked back slightly, but Sebastian was not given a break as he was jumped on again.

"Seb is that you?!" He was shouted at as he was close to being floored.

"Killer, how are you?" Sebastian asked when he managed to get some room to breathe.

"Fine, how are you? You went off the grid, we thought someone finally got back at you!" Blaine said.

"Nah, no one could ever get back at me. You know that. But I am fine. How's Lady Hummel?" Sebastian asked.

"Why don't you ask me?" Kurt stated, an eyebrow raised.

"Lady Hummel! I almost did not recognise you! You're wearing boy clothes for once!" Sebastian exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air for dramatic effect.

Joe and Iris were completely surprised at all this. When had Barry acted even close to how he is now?

"Haha. Yeah, get over her Meerkat, you know you want me," Kurt stated.

Sebastian ran forwards, pulling him into a hug, onlookers looking on in confusion.

"I thought they hated each other? You know, after that incident?" The crowd whispered to each other.

"Nah, he realised I did not intend to almost blind Blaine and he got over the one-nighter," Sebastian shrugged.

"I was happily engaged at that point!" Kurt said, wagging his finger in front of Sebastian like he was telling off a child.

"Complications," Sebastian shrugged.

"What the hell just happened?" Iris whispered to Joe after seeing the whole interaction.

"I don't know..." Joe whispered back.

The room was silent.

"Who is that he looks a little old to be your type, she is definitely not your type, not enough... anything?" Nick asked.

"Hey!" Iris exclaimed.

"His type?! I'm old enough to be your father, mister!" Joe stated.

"Eh, it's Sebastian he goes for anything," Nick shrugged.

"Who are they then?" Blaine asked.

"That is Joe and Iris, Killer," Sebastian said.

"Ok, ignoring the strange people, let's move on!" Jeff clapped.

"I thought the rumours were false!" A voice said from behind Sebastian.

"Then why you here Sha-Queer-A? Wanted to have another slushy over you?" Sebastian drawled, smirking as he turned to face her.

"No, I wanted a rematch, Fivel, or are you too afraid to lose to a girl?" Santana asked.

"You're on Satan," Sebastian growled.

Joe and Iris looked on wearily as the situation came on. They were not certain what to make of this change in the situation. They were even more confused when Barry agreed to what was going on. Some worry was pushed back when they saw a pair of cellos brought forwards, their players sitting next to them.

"My, my, aren't you prepared," Sebastian smirked as the start of the song was played. He turned to one Warbler, whispering something. The Warbler nodded and ran out of the room.

Uh, as he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo, uh!
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet, uh!
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down
It was her doom

Sebastian walked forwards not missing a step.

Annie are you OK?

He glared down on her.

So, Annie are you OK?

Santana pushed him away from her. She walked away, knowing that Sebastian's eyes never strayed from her.

Are you OK, Annie?

He stalked forwards again.

Annie are you OK?

She got right into his face. Punched straight through into his personal bubble.

So, Annie are you OK?

He smirked down onto. He used every bit of his taller height to his advantage.

Are you OK, Annie?

She turned and started to walk away.

Annie are you OK?

He did the same.

So, Annie are you OK?

They both turned in a flurry of movement.

Are you OK, Annie?

His head was tipped sidewards.

Annie are you OK?

So was hers.

So, Annie are you OK?

The lack of movement was broken, both stepping forwards, breaking the statue like state they fell into.

Are you OK, Annie?
Annie are you OK?
Will you tell us that you're OK
(Uh!)
There's a sign in the window
That he struck you - A crescendo Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
(Uh!)
Then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom

They both discreetly looked over each other before they hurried away, continuing their dances around each other.

Annie are you OK?

His voice punched through the room.

So, Annie are you OK?

Both demanded attention.

Are you OK Annie?

They definitely got their attention.

Annie are you OK?

The whole room was looking at them. They captivated them all.

So, Annie are you OK?

He walked forwards, his head moving like that of snakes.

Are you OK Annie?

She smiled like she was one.

Annie are you OK?

His pushed himself forwards.

Are you OK Annie?

Both wished that the chairs were also there.

You've been hit by

His smirk was captivating.

You've been struck by

She was calm yet screaming anger and aggression.

A Smooth Criminal

The lyric ran through the room.

I don't know!
(Annie are you OK, Will you tell us, that you're OK)
I don't know!
(There's a sign in the window)
I don't know!
(That he struck you - A crescendo Annie)
I don't know!
(He came into your apartment)
I don't know!
(Left bloodstains on the carpet)
I don't know why baby!
(Then you ran into the bedroom)
I don't know!
(You were struck down)
(It was your doom - Annie!)
(Annie are you OK?)
Dang, gone it - Baby!
(Will you tell us, that you're OK)
Dang, gone it - Baby!
(There's a sign in the window)
Dang, gone it - baby!
(That he struck you - A crescendo Annie)
Hoo! Hoo!
(He came into your apartment)
Dang, gone it!
(Left bloodstains on the carpet, uh!)
Hoo! Hoo!
(Then you ran into the bedroom)
Dang gone it!
(You were struck down)
(It was your doom - Annie!)

Back and forth, together yet apart at the same time. Their presence filled the whole room. Echoing through. Strong tension was pulled thin between them.

You've been hit by

His aroa made him so deadly. It pulled at everyone. Joe and Iris stared, he was a new man. Entirely new and different.

You've been struck by

Their unsung dance final brought back to the surface.

A Smooth Criminal

They both stared down on each other, inches apart, breaths short and sharp. The smirk was spread across Sebastian's face. A smirk was over Santana's face. Sebastian felt something being pressed into his hand, he need not look to know what it was. To be honest, the reactions from the ones behind her was enough. He flung his arm forwards, covering her face in a red slushy. Suddenly the claps were back, raining down on them all. It continued until Sebastian grew tired, a sharp whistle orienting from him. The room was silent again.

"Good to see your back Criminal Chipmunk!" Santana said, pulling him into a hug. She then pushed away from him slapping him right across the face. "Don't do that again! Everyone was wondering where the asshole gay Warbler had gone!" She then shouted at him.

People held their breaths, uncertain as to what was about to happen. They were surprised when he just chuckled deeply.

His smirk turning ever so slightly softer, only seen by someone so trained on his smirks looks. "Yeah, I deserved that. Now Sha-Queer-A, how about you get going, I don't think you are meant to be here?" He questioned her with that same smirk.

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Joe almost ran into the Captain's office, meaning that he went flat into the man's chest.

"Whoa... What's wrong?" The Captain asked as the pair walked further into his office.

"I think we made a mistake... He is really well known..." Joe said, gaining better control of his breaths.

"Well known? Surely he can't be so well known that it poses a risk?" The Captain asked, sitting behind his desk.

"He is even more popular... He is different as well... Could you look up Sebastian Smythe? It may just shine some light on this situation," Joe said to the Captain.

"Ok, but I don't see why..." The Captain said, his words falling short as he saw what was facing him on the screen. "When was he a French Model?!" The Captain asked, unable to keep the sheer surprise of his face.

"Wait... WHAT?!" Joe exclaimed.

"Um... Sorry, but I could not help hear Joe shout. Is something up?" Eddie asked, peeking his head around the corner of the door.

"Yeah... Just found out that Barry is a French Model..." Joe said, unable to move his eyesight from the Captain.

"Wait, Barry Allen Barry? The one that we know? CSI? Trip over everything Barry?" Eddie asked, sitting down in the other chair, not missing the look the Captain gave him.

"Yeah, on with the rest then," The Captain said, freeing them from the stage that they were in. "It says here that he was not a good person... Someone then added that is the understatement of the century, wonder why? He always seems so kind-hearted. He was the leader of a group of villains, they named themselves to be the 'Sexy méchants' or in English, the 'Sexy Villains'. Surely this is wrong? He was the cause of two near-deaths and someone nearly going blind. He showed no pity, guilt or regret to the actions that he has done, walking away from each one. Ok... He was apart of the Warblers, later becoming the Captain, this was also the same with the Lacrosse team, who he became that Captain of the two during his junior years. He can be sporty then? Later on, he was the one that caused the massive rivalry between all the different glee groups. He will never be forgotten... Ah, big mistake on our side then..." The Captain readout, his face falling more and more as he went on.

"Wow..." Eddie said, his eyes wide.

"That is a lot to take in..." Joe said, leaning back in his chair. "I don't know how I am meant to take this..." Joe sighed.

"Maybe asking me before going behind my back?" Barry said, his arms crossed as he stood in the doorway.

"Allen!" The Captain said as the three of them jumped to their feet.

Barry raised his hands in the air, closing his fist. "I'm going to stop you there. You have looked into what I was. Going right through personal histories without asking. That does not bode very well for anyone," Sebastian said, a small smirk gracing his lips.

"Barry, you ok?" Joe asked.

"Barry, I don't think you can smirk," Eddie stated.

The Captain stayed silent, a calculating look on his face.

"Oh, I think I can," Sebastian drawled, his full signature smirk spread wide across his smug face. "Now, one thing that you missed was the fact that I am the heir to the Smythe fortune, gay and very much against people who go against me. For the proof would be in the training. I was soon to be called the cartoon high school villain... From there it grew more serious. The rival school creating a group of spandex-wearing heroes, I went on into the formation of the Sexy méchants," Sebastian said to all of them.

"But, what about the others?" Joe said, unable to go into detail.

"Heroes win, some of the time, but the Villains win the fans. Une aura qui vous dit de reculer, c'est leur territoire. Ils détiennent tout, font tout ce qu'ils veulent. Pourquoi devrais-je être le héros Wimpy quand je pourrais être le méchant respecté? For I think I would rather like the jobs that others face, far cooler and chilled," Sebastian drawled, an eyebrow raised while he smirked at them.

The French went right over their heads, but the rest of it was clear, he was to be the villain, he prefers it. Others prefer it, why should he stay to how he is now?

"So what are you going to be doing then?" Joe asked, partly about Barry's other 'job'.

"I think I shall be back to school for a year, you know, my return year. Then I shall leave it to the CCPD as to what goes down into," Barry said cryptically before leaving, an imaginary cloak billowing out behind him.

An aura that tells you to retreat in their territory. They hold everything, do whatever they want. Why should I be the wimpy hero when I could be the respected villain?

Hope that you enjoyed this.

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