Some see me as the cruel Sebastian Smythe, the one who would screw you in a heartbeat for his own gain. Or a proud gay man who sings and dances.

Some see me as Barry Allen, the forensic scientist who wouldn't hurt a fly. Otherwise known as the Flash.

I'm neither.

My real name is Barry Allen, but names aren't who you are.

Because I'm better known as the Enemy, the heartless assassin who is a master of game theory.

Call me whatever you want.

...

Barry sat on a park bench, sunglasses on.

Today, he had a new target. Her name was Elisa, and she was going to be a challenge. Or so he heard. Honestly, with his powers, Barry couldn't imagine anyone being hard to kill. 

Wait. There she was! Walking toward the ice cream truck with... children? No one mentioned that...

He didn't know how to feel about it.

On the one hand, he had killed people with children before. It wasn't about that.

It was that matter of doing it in front of the children and having young witnesses.

He was a master at game theory, but even he still cared about his dad and what had happened to him.

He shrugged.

He wasn't going to go against a direct order.

...

Soon, the mother was stuffed in a body bag in a dumpster.

The kid had apparently been a tactic to make people not kill her.

It didn't work.

Barry was actually kinda proud that he hadn't fallen for it.

...

When he got home, he was greeted by Iris and Joe.

"Thanks for letting me stay here," he said.

Joe nodded.

"Of course, Barry. You're practically my son."

He wanted to laugh.

He didn't care about Joe. He liked Iris, just not that much.

That, my friend, is why he was so good at game theory.

"I'm gonna just head to bed," he said. They nodded and smiled at him the whole way upstairs.

When he finally went to bed, he realized he was thinking of all the ways he could screw them over.

...

Note: Honestly, this wasn't very good in my opinion, but that's 'cause I'm working on several things.

Hope you enjoyed!