The Rogues had been laying low for months, drifting from one job to the next, country to country. They hadn’t been forced out of Central City after Flash Day—they chose to leave, opting to see what the world had to offer beyond their old stomping grounds. But tonight, they had a new target: Simon Stagg. His latest project—a revolutionary energy device—was poised to line his already overflowing pockets. Stagg’s greed had made him a billionaire, but to the Rogues, it made him the perfect mark.

Out front, Mick Rory was a walking inferno. His cybernetic power suit pulsed with heat as his arm cannon unleashed torrents of fire, lighting up the streets and turning night into day. The police swarmed, but that’s exactly what the Rogues had planned. Rory grinned behind his mask, flames pouring from his weapons, forcing officers to dive for cover.

“Come on, boys! I’ll give you something to sweat about!” he roared, laughing like a maniac as his flames consumed everything in their path. “I’m the heat!”

Evan McCulloch, a.k.a. Mirror Master, smirked as he slipped through a portal, narrowly dodging a police officer's taser. Lisa’s voice crackled in his ear, playful and teasing. “On your left, Evan. And don’t forget to keep an eye on that cute ass of yours.”

He moved like a ghost, his camouflage rendering him nearly invisible. With practiced precision, Evan darted behind an officer, tapping him lightly on the shoulder before disappearing once again. The police officer's confused look was all the reward he needed.

Lisa chimed in, her tone light but tinged with genuine concern. “Yeah, yeah, you’ll be fine. Just don’t go getting yourself shot, okay?” Her playful scoff couldn’t quite mask the worry in her voice. She caught his eye, understanding his unspoken thoughts with a glance.

Perched above, Sam McCulloch—the other half of the Mirror Twins—leaned casually against his sniper rifle, a smirk playing on his lips. With each shot, his mirror gun hummed softly, picking off drones and keeping the team covered. His voice crackled over the comms, dripping with his usual snark.

“Status report, Sam,” Snart’s voice cut in, cool and controlled, like the captain he used to be. There was no room for argument in his tone, snapping the group back to focus.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you’re witnessing history in the making! Rory’s out here grilling bacon, and my ninja brother’s slipping through like a ghost. Honestly, it’s like watching pay-per-view.”

Mick let out a booming laugh. “Grilling bacon? I’ll give you bacon, you little—”

“Everything’s running like clockwork, Captain,” Sam cut him off.

“Good,” Snart replied. “Keep moving. Let’s finish this up clean.”

Mark Mardon, a.k.a. Weather Wizard, scanned the camera feeds inside the facility. “Cameras are clear, but we’ve got guards closing in on Evan and Mick.”

Sam’s voice crackled over the comms. “On it.” With practiced precision, he adjusted his sniper rifle, firing off two quick shots. The mirrors snapped into place, trapping the guards in a reflective prison before they even knew what hit them.

“Sam.” Snart’s cold voice cut through the comms.

Sam sighed theatrically. “Aww, come on, boss, I’m just adding commentary. Gotta keep it interesting.”

Lisa stretched out on her hoverboard, her fingers lazily tapping away at the gauntlet screens, controlling the chaos below. Goldie hovered beside her, the size of a house cat, her little wings fluttering as she chirped and flickered like a loyal pet. The AI spun in the air, keeping an eye on the systems alongside her.

“Hey, Lenny,” Lisa’s voice crackled over the comms, light and teasing. “You need to chill out. I’ve got everything under control.” She smirked, knowing full well that pun wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Leonard’s reply was as cool as ever. “Just keep an eye on the situation, Lis. Don’t get too comfortable.”

Lisa rolled her eyes, glancing at her brother’s figure on the camera feed. “Relax, big brother. Goldie’s got my back.” She gave Goldie a pat as the AI chirped, its wings fluttering with excitement.

As Leonard’s voice faded from the comms, Lisa shifted her gaze back to the fight below, tracking Evan’s movements. Silent, efficient, deadly—her brother’s best friend was nothing if not precise. He moved like a shadow, his fists and feet doing all the talking. Even without a voice, his actions spoke volumes, and she couldn’t help but admire him.

“Nice moves,” Lisa muttered under her breath, a faint smile playing on her lips. She knew Evan couldn’t hear her, but still, she liked to watch him work. There was something about the way he blended so effortlessly into the chaos—quiet, powerful, always in control. It was part of why the Rogues worked so well together, but it was also part of why Evan intrigued her. He was always in the shadows, but never out of sight.

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But as the vault door slid open with a hiss, Snart’s attention wavered. He glanced out the window, where a flicker of lightning lit up the horizon. There was something about it, something familiar that gnawed at him. The storm was distant, but the feeling it stirred wasn’t. It wasn’t the lightning itself—it was what it reminded him of. Home.

Lisa noticed the shift in his expression, her hands pausing mid-movement. “Len? You good?”

Snart blinked, tearing his eyes from the storm as his icy demeanor returned. “Yeah. Just keep moving. We’re on the clock.”

Up above, Leonard Snart—Captain Cold—watched the chaos below with a calculating gaze. His cold gun rested at his side, thin trails of frost curling up from the barrel.

Snart activated his comm. “Lisa, you’re up.”

Across the street, Lisa—Golden Glider—grinned as she soared down from her perch, the golden light from her hoverboard illuminating her path. She moved like liquid gold, her movements effortless and graceful. The police didn’t even have time to react before she was past them, phasing through the building’s wall with ease.

“In and out, just like we planned,” her voice echoed confidently over the comms.

Inside, the building was eerily quiet compared to the chaos outside. Lisa wasted no time, quickly disabling cameras and sensors with a few taps on her wrist controller. She was a thief at heart, and this was her playground.

As Lisa maneuvered through the building, Evan McCulloch—Mirror Master—stepped through a mirror in one of the hallways, materializing beside her in a flash of reflective light. He didn’t say a word, his eyes sharp and focused as he scouted ahead. They moved in perfect sync, a rhythm born from years of working side by side—no instructions, no discussion, just instinct.

Hovering just behind him on her hoverboard, Lisa barely touched the ground. “Clear?” she whispered into the comms, knowing he preferred silence over words.

Evan didn’t respond verbally, but a quick hand signal told her everything she needed to know. He vanished into another reflective surface, slipping through the mirrors like a phantom, ensuring no guard or obstacle would stand in their way.

“Sam, status?” Snart’s voice crackled over the comms.

“Guards are inbound on Lisa and Evan,” Sam replied, his voice calm despite the action. “Taking care of it now.

From his sniper perch, Sam McCulloch—Evan’s brother—took aim with his mirror gun, firing off two precise shots. The mirrors materialized in front of the guards as they rounded the corner, trapping them before they could even react. The twins’ coordination was flawless, each knowing where the other would be without needing to speak.

Lisa skated to a brief halt, watching in awe as Evan took down three more guards with the effortless grace of a seasoned fighter. Her heart fluttered, not just at his precision, but at the fluidity of his movements—every strike calculated, every step perfectly timed. She couldn’t help but smile to herself.

Then, in one fluid motion, Evan leapt over her, taking out two more guards before they even knew what hit them. He landed lightly in front of her, barely a sound as he stood, glancing back with that same calm intensity. Without a word, he simply pointed ahead, signaling her to keep moving.

Lisa hesitated for just a second, her eyes lingering on him as more guards stormed into the hallway behind them. Evan didn’t flinch. He turned, his body a blur as he dove straight into the new wave of attackers, fists and feet a flurry of motion. He was a machine—a silent, unstoppable force.

For a moment, she forgot everything—the job, the guards, even her brother barking orders over the comms. All she could think was: Damn, he’s good.

In the control room, Mark Mardon—Weather Wizard—frowned at the camera feeds. “Guards are still swarming, but Evan’s keeping them busy.”

“Good,” Snart replied coolly. “We’re almost done. Mick, keep them distracted.”

Outside, Mick Rory grinned as his flame cannon scorched the air, sending plumes of fire into the night. “Oh, I’ve got plenty of distractions, Cold. Let’s give ‘em a real show!” He laughed as more police ducked for cover, his chaotic energy exactly what the Rogues needed to keep the heat off Snart and Lisa.

Lisa’s voice crackled back over the comms. “Almost done here, Lenny. Stagg’s security was tougher than expected, but I’ve got it under control.” Her fingers danced over the gauntlet on her wrist, deactivating the final layer of protection on Stagg’s prized energy device.

“Evan, you ready for extraction?” Snart’s voice cut through the comms.

Evan didn’t waste words. In an instant, he appeared beside them, stepping out of a mirror with the smooth grace of a shadow. He had already cleared the path—no guards, no alarms, just a smooth getaway. With a silent nod, he pointed toward the back hallway, signaling the best route.

“Alright, Rogues, time to move,” Snart commanded, his voice cool and decisive.

The team sprang into action. Lisa zipped ahead on her hoverboard, phasing through walls to scout the exit, while Evan effortlessly slid between mirrors, clearing out any last obstacles. Snart followed closely behind, cold gun in hand, ready to freeze anything—or anyone—that got too close.

Outside, Mick was still holding down the front, a massive grin on his face as his flame cannon roared one final time. A wall of fire erupted, forcing the police back. “Time’s up, boys. See ya on the flip side!” he called over his shoulder, laughing as he turned to join the escape.

Sam’s voice crackled through the comms, his usual smirk audible. “Looks like we’re all clear up top. Boss, you owe me for making this look way too easy.”

Snart smirked as the Rogues converged at their extraction point, the device in hand. “You’re lucky you’re good at what you do, Sam. Let’s keep it that way.”

The Rogues moved like a well-oiled machine, each playing their part with flawless precision. They were out before the police even knew what had happened, leaving nothing but chaos and confusion in their wake.

As they disappeared into the night, Evan, as always, remained silent—but his presence was undeniable. His ability to slip through the mirrors, unseen and untouchable, was as crucial as Mick’s fiery mayhem and Lisa’s tech finesse. The Rogues weren’t just a team—they were a family. Each of them knew their role to perfection, a seamless unit where every move had its purpose.

Goldie chirped beside Lisa, the gold bug-like AI hovering near her shoulder. Her metallic wings flickered as new data scrolled across Lisa’s gauntlet screen. She frowned, her fingers tapping rapidly to sift through the information. “Wait… check this out,” she said, her voice laced with curiosity. “I’m picking up chatter on the underground networks. There’s a new speedster in Central City. Nobody knows who he is yet, but word’s spreading fast.”

Rory, raised an eyebrow. “Another one? How many of these guys does Central City need?”

Mark Mardon, always up for a challenge, twirled his wand a little faster, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Maybe it’s time we go back and test this one out. See if he’s as fast as the last guy.”

Snart didn’t answer right away, his gaze once again drifting toward the window, where the flickering storm in the distance mirrored the turmoil inside him. Central City. The city they had sworn to leave behind. Too many memories, too much history. But no matter how far they ran, the truth was simple—Central City was home. It always had been.

Lisa’s voice broke through his thoughts, softer this time. “Len? What do you think?”

He took a deep breath, his icy demeanor cracking just a little, a rare moment of vulnerability in front of his team. There was no escaping it. They were the Rogues. Central City wasn’t just a place—it was part of them. And it was calling them back.

Finally, Snart turned to face his crew, his expression hardening once more as he made the decision, they’d all been waiting for. “Pack it up,” he said, his voice cold but resolute. “We’re going home.”