Barry finally, for like once in his life, had a day off from being a CSI and being the Flash. So he found himself down a local bar. Saints and Sinners to be exact.

He was not there for any reason except the fact that he wanted to go. He was rather enjoying it. He had been there for almost the whole day, and it was a few minutes to midnight currently.

This fact would change very quickly.

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"You there. You are the one to sing tonight's midnight song." The Dj said, pointing at Barry.

Barry had figured that something would be happening, a Dj had turned up about an hour ago and was setting up. Now he saw why, there was to be someone singing at midnight, luck behave it, it was him.

He nodded his head to the Dj, before being practically pushed up to the makeshift stage. He recognised the song tune the moment it started. Everyone will be in for a big surprise; many people had been whispering that he had no chance of singing the song correctly. He effortlessly had every chance of singing the song.

He did not even have to look at the lyrics to be able to sing the song. He felt that smirk find its place on his face.

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I've been given
I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don't understand

He sang, surprising most of the people.

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
I don't wanna die
But I ain't keen on living either
Before I fall in love
I'm preparing to leave her

Immediately all eyes were on him.

Scare myself to death
That's why I keep on running
Before I've arrived
I can see myself coming

These lyrics are so real for Barry. Everyone was quiet, not one word.

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
And I need to feel
Real love and the love ever after
I cannot get enough

All mouths were opened, dropped wide.

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
I got too much love
Running through my veins
To go to waste

Barry's eyes slowly closed as he continued to sing.

I just wanna feel
Real love and the love ever after
There's a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It's a real big place

Barry slowly opened his eyes.

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I've been given
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand

As Barry came to an end, silence ran through the building. Barry glanced over everyone; they all seemed to be in some sort of shock.

Did that mean his singing was terrible?

This continued for a long moment more, before a pair of hands started clapping.

Snart was sat at the bar, clapping, the smirk-smile across his face. Like the breaking of ice, the damn's opened, there was a tsunami of cheers, claps, whistles, anything that could come to mind was directed at him.

Walking off the stage, Barry saw Snart lift his glass, tipping it in his direction. He grabbed his belongings from his table before making his way over to Snart.

"So I come here; just to grab a drink and see who the victim of the night is to see you up there, about to start singing. Then you start to sing; holding the whole bar in your grasp. Why is it that the 'Scarlet Speedster' is found to be at Saint and Sinners so late at night?" Snart asked the moment Barry sat next to him.

Calling a barrister over, he ordered himself a straight glass of Courvoisier. He then turned and faced Snart, the drink in his hand. "Because I had the day off. You guys were not outgoing, and the CCPD finally allowed me to have a day for myself. So I have spent most of the day here-the only place where someone of my reputation won't be pulled up for my day job. Or to run into my family and friends," Barry replied, still his smirk in place.

"So, an amazing day spent down here? You seem very relaxed for being a hero in the 'villains lair', anything to reason this?" Snart asked, honestly interested as to why this was so.

Slipping straight into Sebastian, who had not fully appeared while he previously sang, he replied with a sizeable cocky smirk smothered across his face, "this was the playground I used to live in twenty-four seven. I was not always a hero. I have a past. Next time any of you lot complain about how 'I don't know what it feels like to be a villain' remember I have a very dark past and I was even more ominous. You have nearly killed two people; I have nearly killed two people. The only difference? I was not nearly as torn up as you were because of the near-deaths."

"Dark past for the city's scarlet speedster. What would they think?" Snart drawled.

"They'll think 'oh, someone famous!' Not very often does someone with my reputation come to town," Sebastian smirked, leaning in closer to Snart.

"That would be?" Snart asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sexy French Model, Captain of the well-known 2013 Dalton Academy Warblers and the National and Competition Lacrosse team. Winning nationals like they were breakfast. Then also creating the biggest rivalry going and being the leader of the villains. Then to disappear right off the grid," Sebastian smirked. "That reputation."

"So dark past and a reputation to go with it, anything else you are hiding?"

"That I am a man-whore and no one escapes my grasp," Sebastian purred.

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When Barry woke up the next day, his room smelt different, and there was a note left on his desk.

'Thanks, Scarlet! ;)'

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!!!" Barry shouted out, his memories coming back to him.

"BARRY!!!!!" Joe shouted up at him.

"Sorry!" Barry hastily shouted back to him. "Why is my life so messed up?" Barry questioned as he pulled at his hair.

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"There's the bin," Barry sighed as he watched Snart go green-faced as he raced him to their spot in the forest.

Snart stuck his thumb up as he heaved into the bin. "Why could you not have waited until after the food I was eating had settled better?"

"So you don't want to know about my past and what caused last night?" Barry sassed.

Snart's back straightened as he turned to face Barry fully. "So what did bring up that?"

"You met something that I call Smythe Mode," Barry sighed, "its a mask, a person, I made to protect myself during Highschool - eventually turning me into what I was running from."

"What would you turn into that you were running from?" Snart asked.

"When my mother was killed, I was heavily bullied, hospitalised," Barry said, looking away, "I eventually moved on to my uncle, taking up their names because Allen was too well know with all the different news stations."

"You were running from bullies," Snart stated, "taking up a new name, so a new personality as a shield."

"Yes, I went from being the shy nerd to being the cocky, confident, French, Gay rich prep-boy," Bassy smirked, "I was the Captain of Lacrosse and the Glee group Warblers."

"I thought you have two left feet?" Snart asked.

"I don't when I'm Sebastian," Bassy smirked.

"You talk like your different people then," Snart pointed out.

"I have split personality," Barry whispered, "I have noticed my 'control' recently over the different people is fading, I'm filtering between them with no control so quick it leaves even me dizzy."

"How many?" Snart asked, suddenly feeling nauseous again.

"I can name five at the top of my head," Bassy shrugged. "Barry, Chris, Sebastian, Flash, Seductive Demon. Then Barry and Sebastian often cross to become 'Bassy'. And Chris has been scared into not appearing."

"That must be confusing for anyone that knows that," Snart commented.

"No," Sebastian snapped before breathing and replying more calmly at Snart's raised eyebrow, "no, no one knows about this. You're the only one, no foster, adoptive parents, family, brothers, sisters, lovers, or friends know about it."

"Am I not the friend anymore?" Snart smirked, knowing that Barry needed him to add his ordinary snips.

"Nah," Bassy laughed, "your that frenemy on the side!"

"I feel pushed down," Snart teased.

"I'd say it's a step up, after all, you're my top frenemy," Bassy stated.

"You're only saying that because I'm the only one," Snart pointed out.

"Oh, that just adds to it, I'm sure that no one else would top you," Sebastian purred before looking like he was thinking, "although there is Heatwave, Golden Glider, Reverse-Flash, you know, just to name a few."

"Lisa?"

"Hmm, maybe not," Bassy mussed, "I can't take her from Cisco."

"You do remember this is my sister we are talking about, right?" Snart questioned.

"We could always talk about my foster sister or adoptive sister?" Bassy offered.

"Rather not," Snart cringed, "how about we leave the conversation about sisters?"

Bassy laughed, "I think I can live with that!"

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After the fourth time The Flash had complemented something he was wearing, he turned around and snapped, "Seb, give Scarlet control!"

Just to add to all the strange looks Snart was getting, Sebastian whined, "but that's no fun!"

"I don't think the public want to see their hero flirt with anything that moves," Snart monotoned.

"You wound me!"

"You didn't disagree."

"Fine!" Sebastian huffed before allowing Scarlet back in place, "Seb's getting far too comfortable around you."

"Comfortable is one of the words that could describe it," Snart muttered.

"He's tried again I take it?" Barry asked.

"Any chance he can get," Snart huffed.

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"The Flash the one trying to bed you?" Lisa spluttered the moment they got back to the warehouse.

This splutter caught all the Rogues attention.

"In one way, yes, in another no."

"How can it be yes and no, its a yes or no question?" Lisa questioned.

"Scarlet has split personalities, one of them seems to have made it their mission to bed me," Snart explained, before muttering to himself, "again."

Obviously, Lisa didn't realise that Snart didn't want the Rogues to know that last part as she repeated it loud enough for it to echo in her screech, "again?!"

"How else would you think I'd know about it?" Snart asked, shoving his hands into his pockets, "he came flashing back the next day to explain it all."

"So he bedded you then told you everything the next day?" Lisa spluttered out again.

"Did you know each side is the other end of the spectrum to each other, Seb is the gay man-whore while his other side is the shy nerd," Snart suddenly stated, "Scarlet has a side that is the other side of the spectrum to him."

"What, Jailbreak has a villain side?" Mick grunted.

"Yeah, and we know the side well," Snart smirked, "a small crime leader from Ohio and Paris, only Seductive Demon."

"You finished breaking them, Snart?" Barry asked as he walked into the room, still dressed in his Flash garb.

"I think you'll find that it was you, Scarlet," Snart pointed out, signalling to the jaw-dropped Rogues around them.

"You started the conversation," Bassy pointed out.

"You were the one that was at Saints and Sinners for the whole of your day off," Snart stated.

"Guess we can blame it on the surprise singing Dj? After all, you didn't have to trigger everyone to clap after I sang."

"I think we'll agree on that."

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