Punk Hazard
Now to put this into a story.
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It was a normal day in Central City. The Flashes were fighting the latest team-up between Killer Frost and Captain Cold. So of course it was snowing in July now and traffic was stalled due to ìce attacks making the roads impassable. But the heroes had the villains on the ropes.
Then a fresh wave of ice and cold came out of nowhere, covering everything and everyone in frost. Dropping the temperature further as the crunching of boots on ice drew everyone's attention. Dressed in distressed black leather pants with frosted chains, a black crop top with a deep v-neck lined with blue, and plenty of ice chains to rattle as he walked was a teen near Impulse's age with pale blue skin, elfin features, and long black hair streaked with white and blue.
Blue lips pulled into a deadly smirk as the air started to thrum with vibrations and the beat of crackling ice, "Time to drop the beat down."
Unfortunately for the heroes, they were not familiar with this villain's move set or powers. And it seemed they had made a mistake in assuming that his powers were similar to the other two ice villains. Only to be thrown for a loop when they missed a beat and started to freeze. And the music was only getting faster and with it came faster ice attacks.
Later, Barry groaned as his team worked to get him, Wally, and Bart out of their ice prisons. The three of them were shivering and turning blue from how cold their core temps had dropped. Looked like they would be hitting the showers on max heat once thawed out.
"What in the world was that?" Wally groaned once he was finally freed, while Barry rubbed his hands together to get feeling back, "I don't know but we better get investigating to figure out how to fight this new guy."
"Yeah, I don't fancy being a Flash-cicle just because I can't keep the beat," Wally grumbled, "Dick is going to make me play sooo much Just Dance once he hears about our new villain."
"You noticed it too?" Bart shivered, taking his mind away from the fact that the new villain was around his age and rather interesting to look at. Something he hadn't noticed before on others. he shook his head, no he needed to focus, "We had to follow the beat of the music or we started to freeze up. It was pretty easy to do until he started to ramp up the difficulty. Also...He has to follow the beat as well."
Barry groaned softly as he wrapped the blanket handed to him around his shoulders, "Wally is right, we are going to have to start ramping up our Just Dance scores...Hal is going to laugh himself sick."
All three groaned realizing their respective teams were going to be insufferable.
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"You are pretty badass, kid," Killer Frost smirked once they got away from the heroes, "What even are your powers?"
"A cross between music manipulation and Ice control," He shrugged, "I've been calling it Cryo Symphony."
"Got a name?" Captain Cold grunted looking over the little punk, though little probably only applied to age given the kid was nearly his height and in that awkward stage between Twink and Tank.
"I was thinking Punk Frost-" "Yeah no, I got Frost already covered and I'm not looking for a side kick," Killer Frost hissed at him, making the kid raise his hands in surrender, "Okay, how about Punk Hazard? After all, I am a punk and my powers are hazardous to other's health if they can't keep the beat."
"Sounds good kid, now you got a place to stay?" Snart asked, tone gruff but concerned. He never liked seeing kids turn to the villain life, didn't really like kiddie heroes but at least they had more support then kiddie villains did.
"Ummm not really?" Danny shrugged, "Probably the bridge I've been sleeping under."
Even Frost looked concerned at that, causing Snart to sigh, "Yeah no, I got a safe house you can crash at. Come on, you look like you haven't eaten in days."
Danny blinked in confusion, "Huh?" Making Frost snicker, "Sorry, kid looks like you've been adopted."
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141 + König with a reader who’s really good at art and loves to draw the people they work with I can think of a few scenarios but switch them up to your liking, so reader memorizing what Ghosts face looked like and drawing it in a little notepad or sketchbook, or sketching Price’s beautifully bored self doing paperwork in his office? Just like asking to sit down in his office and Price not really caring just lets them before he looks up and reader is just holding up a nice sketch of him, or drawing König’s pretty eyes with water colours over some nice line art of his masked face close up or just putting too much detail into Soaps mow-hawk or trying to draw Gaz without making him look like a twink, I think I rambled for a bit there oopsies-
Price
The stroke of your pencil was all that could be heard through the almost silent room. Price was filling out paperwork and you were sat on the floor with your back proper you against the wall. It was calming to you and the Captain gave you inspiration. He had a hand rested under his chin and the light from the side window casted a light glow on his face making him look ethereal. When he asked you if you wanted any lunch and looked at you that’s when he saw the image of himself in your sketchbook. He will admit that you did get his good side.
Soap
You’ve never liked his Mohawk but here you were, putting the most effort and dedication on making it look right on your drawing. It was a statement and you would never change it, it’s what made Soap… Soap. The scar on his chin under his stubble is what made you want to spend hours redrawing and perfecting all of his details down to the truth. It looked amazing and you couldn’t wait to show it to him.
Gaz
He was perfect, everything about him screamed that he was hand crafted from the gods. You drew him in pen on a napkin you had on you at the time. You couldn’t let this moment go to waste, he was sitting still against the rock and basked in the suns rays. Your hands quickly found the rhythm and pace of your mind and produced a masterpiece. When you showed it him he begged to keep it, little did he know you were going to draw him however you wanted in the depths of your room. (Okay that sounds weird… I didn’t mean it like that 😭)
Ghost
Every detail. Every intricate detail you could remember in your brain was being forced into the page. Your mind had a vision and all it was, is Ghosts face. When you happened to see it one time your eyes wandered over everything. Scars, moles, eyes, slope of his nose. It was stored to memory and here you were putting it down to paper. You also did his masked face while he was lying down on the sofa with his lips out as he smoked his cigarette. He was a good model to use and when he saw the drawing he patted you on the back and said well done but also to not show this to anyone.
König
You’ve never seen König’s face. You have an imagination but you didn’t want to try and predict his looks just in case he found your sketches and was offended in any way. You have seen his eyes though and they were beautiful, the colour made your creative juices flow and you brought out some watercolours from the bottom of your drawer. They looked like crystals and your colours made the drawing of him pop due to the lack of colour - his mask.
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