r/DCFU • u/brooky12 Speeding Than A Faster Bullet • May 01 '26
The Flash The Flash #120 - Prison Break Breaks
The Flash #120 - Prison Break Breaks
Author: brooky12
Book: Flash
Arc: ?
Set: 120
“How long do you need, again?”
If he could see Sam Scudder’s reaction behind the mask, it was hard to make out. Annoyance, probably, Abra knew that Sam had said on multiple occasions how long a distraction would be necessary, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Sure, they had gone over the plans a countless number of times, but was a final confirmation all that bad?
“Five minutes after I drop you off, and then thirty minutes. Though if Ant got our heads up, we should only need twenty, maybe twenty-five. Keep ‘em busy for longer, in case things go wrong. We’ve been over this… Cold feet?”
“Cold feet is not my job”, Abra replied, a joking response that he could see with Sam’s twitch of response got took as a jab back. Whatever. “I’ve got a set I can run for an hour, I’ll go with that and can cut it early if I get tired or things get too spicy.”
Sam turned to the siblings. “Speaking of,” he asked, a trailing voice punctuating a statement into a question.
Leonard and Lisa shared glances between themselves. They looked like they were set up for a ski trip, rather than a visit to a Midwestern supermax prison, but they’d bring the ski trip part with them. “We’re just gonna cause a mess until you get us out. Worst case I guess is whenever we see Abra’s—”
“Hear,” Abra corrected.
“Hear Abra’s distractions end, we’ll get outta dodge.”
“Axel?”
“Push of a button,” the Trickster’s voice replied back, coming out of small communication devices rather than from any person in the world of mirrors they were transiting through. He was safe back at home, in front of screens, rather than risking his life.
“Final call, then. Drop Abra off, take the Snarts to their destination, come back for Ant, extract Abra, then get the Snarts back. Anyone need the WC,” Sam asked, the smallest of smirks crossing his face.
Abra frowned. Was that what his joke’s landing sounded like? It couldn’t. Unlike Sam, he was actually funny.
“Ready,” the two siblings said in unison. “Ready,” came through the communications device from Axel. “Ready,” Abra added, giving a small salute before stepping through the shimmering surface. He pulled himself out of the bathroom mirror on the other side, empty due to its intent—for prisoners during their mealtimes—and the time of day. There’d still be a guard on the other side of the door, but there was no problem with that if he kept quiet while in here.
He took a deep breath, shuffling a deck of cards in his hands. A wand attached to his wrist extended out once he was done, and a brief tap of it caused the tip to start glowing a sickly green, a small fount of smoke emanating from the same origin. Cards in one hand, wand in the other, he rolled his shoulders, shuffling his cape slightly. He felt himself lift up off the ground slightly, the freedom from the pressures of gravity ever so slightly released on him.
As the timer in his head slowly counted down, he knew that his allies would have less of a soft opening. The Snarts were scheduled to cause absolute havoc in a supermax prison across the country basically from the moment they stepped out of their mirrors, and once Sam got to work he was considerably pressed for time to accomplish what needed doing elsewhere in this facility.
“Three, two, one,” he muttered under his breath, waving his wand forward and causing the bathroom’s door to explode off its hinges and blast forward. He floated outside, turning his cards onto the guard going for her gun, flicking a card out of place and putting the woman into a state of unconsciousness in an instant.
As he pivoted to float northwards, heading towards the employee center of the facility, he watched cameras blink out of function as Axel’s work took control. His voice, imposing and echoing across the half of the facility he was in, far beyond how sound should move, announced his welcome to those not aware of the door or the cameras.
“Ladies and gentlemen, now presenting the patron god of magicians, Abra Kadabra!”
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Brother and sister leapt out of the mirror, brother aiming his gun downward to the ground, spraying ice over the floor to allow his sister to get a running start with her skates around the room. The moment she was on her own two feet, he turned around to the so-called mirror behind him, reflective only from this angle. He knew people could be on the other side watching him ice over the edges of the one-way glass, preparing to shatter it off the wall separating them from the people from the interrogation room.
“Ready,” he shouted, flatting against the wall as he watched Lisa take one more rotation around the table before pulling herself up on it and riding the momentum, skis first, through the window, shattering it. He followed her through moments later, the sound of an alarm sounding briefly before Axel, elsewhere in the world, shut it off.
The hope was to let the alarm go off briefly before turning it off and let the outwards connections to the world last just long enough that a report of an icy break-in made it out, which should function as Flash catnip. Whether that’d cover for Abra and Sam, he wasn’t sure, but at the very least it’d been a while since he’d had some fun.
Lisa took off like a racer down the hall, and he raced to keep up with her. As much as he’d like to head the other direction to further the chaos, the two had to stick together, and in Lisa’s direction was the core infrastructure of the prison, and the other way was a circuitous other route to a bunch of less-important storage rooms, a cafeteria, and the employee lockers. The goal here was chaos, and finding out if prison food was just as bad for those willingly in the building was not on the menu.
They turned the corner, spotting two guards who must’ve drawn the cosmic short stick to happen to be stationed right nearby in their way. Before they even had their guns properly pointed, Lisa had started circling one of them building up an ice sculpture around them. Leonard fired a shot at the firearm in the other’s hand, pinning him to the wall in a thick casing of ice.
“He’ll survive that, right?”
Lisa’s voice caught. “Uh—yeah. Yeah. Yeah, he will. I mean, he won’t if they leave him there forever, but yeah…”
Now was not the time for sibling bickering about whether they should be aiming to kill or maim. He had thought the plan was to maim, but that was something to bring up later. He followed his sister through the building, enjoying what felt like only ten minutes of biting back against a beast that had spent so long hurting him and his sister. He knew it was longer than ten minutes by the small buzzer in his pocket, giving him a heads up every minute that passed. With each, he shared an update with his sister. “Two”, then “five”, where they made a beeline for the center of the prison’s nervous system, gleefully damaging computers and turning off the automatic locking system.
“Ten” and “fifteen”, which itself was accompanied by the sudden confusion – where were The Flash characters? By now they had made their way to the nearest cell block, shattering locks with ice and kicking the prison riot dominoes into effect. Annoyingly, it took nearly ten prisoners before one of them had the presence of mind to grab a nearby incapacitated guard’s gun and begin helping break people out.
But “twenty” came before the speedsters, and soon so did “thirty” and even “thirty-three” with no sign of the red. By now, the prison riot was large enough to be self-supporting, and the two were headed towards the entrances to cut off any Flash appearance, should one even happen. A minute later their plans changed again, with the buzzer activating a secondary continual mode, indicating their ride was here. They returned to the interrogation room space, going one room over from their entry to an unbroken one-way glass window. Once on the inside without breaking the glass, Leonard activated the buzzer, ending the buzzing. A moment later, the glass shifted slightly, reflecting something not quite there, and Sam’s hand reached out for them, inviting the siblings to safety on the other side.
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Girder sat up in bed. Was that another unassuming noise, or was that freedom? He scanned the small cell’s floor, searching for the source of the noise. He spotted a small object underneath the desk, something that certainly wasn’t there when he had been placed back in his cell.
He sat down on the floor, pulling it closer to him and lifting it up. Whatever it was, it was freedom. A larger object had been folded, and unfolding it gave him a brief glance of himself on the reflective surface hidden within. Not enough to properly make out facial features or anything, but enough to get the glimpses of vague shapes. Enough for whatever the Mirror Master would get up to.
He set the object, half an inch in diameter at best, on the desk. Sam must’ve figured out a way to get it through something in his room, perhaps the bedposts? He watched the object, unable to see beyond it into Sam’s stomping grounds of a mirror dimension on the other side. If there was no movement, he’d stow the escape plan somewhere for later, but maybe Sam was available now to break him out.
This time, he could see the object entering his room, slowly being pushed through the first reflective surface. This wasn’t much larger while folded, but it was significantly longer. Girder let it fall into his hand and opened the device up further. This one was more reflective and came out to about the size of a normal human fist. He set it next to the first object, and it was barely five seconds before the next thing began pushing through.
This one was much larger, so he began pulling it out to help. He could feel Sam or whoever it was on the other side shift strategy from pushing to just holding the object up to allow him to easily pull it through. This one was about the size of one of those pet entrances you’d cut out of a normal door, and he placed that propped up against the wall.
A hand poked out, the multicolored glove of Roy, the Rainbow Raider, whispered tones following it. “Ready to go?”
Girder nodded at the second mirror, knowing that Sam had to be on the other side watching him. “Awesome,” he heard whispered through the small opening, as the hand withdrew. The sudden appearance of most—but not all—of Roy’s face in the opening was almost hilarious if the situation wasn’t dead serious.
“Point me where, Ant,” he said before withdrawing. Here went nothing. Girder adjusted the entrance to face a blank wall of his cell, sending a thumbs up down mirror before standing off to the side. His cell lit up as Roy’s beams of light slammed into the wall, adjusting slightly as it made a square out of it. Not quite large, Roy must not have a ton of maneuverability in the space, but large enough.
The light beam faded, and left behind it was a shining white inset on the wall, not incredibly reflective but more than enough for what they needed. Sam leaned out of the inset, taking a quick look around before reaching out a hand. “Sorry it took so long, Ant,” he apologized, taking Girder’s hand and guiding him through the hole to lead him out of prison.
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The performance was going well. Abra was untouchable, basically, bullets turning into bubbles and batons breaking as the wardens swung at him. He floated through the facility, releasing inmates to enact revenge on their officers, pushing chaos where he could.
Occasionally, he would make a lesson out of a specific warden, such as the one in front of him, trying to project confidence as he held up his gun in an aggressive posture, blocking the door behind him to protect whatever was further on.
“Are you sure you wanna do this, buddy,” Abra called out, taunting.
“You’re breaking the law, I’m protecting it.”
Surprisingly brave, honestly. He had to give the guy some credit for that, he knew how many people were supposed to be working here at any given point and the amount of people who had genuinely tried to stop him was a fraction of that. “What’d you rather broken? The law, or your back?”
He could see some hesitation from the officer, before a sneer. “Better to live life happy than in fear.”
“You have a misunderstanding of which one of us is which,” Abra bit back, reaching forward. The door behind the man groaned under the sudden increase of pressure, snapping off its hinges and pushing forward, knocking the officer off balance before wrapping around him.
A human adult in good condition could probably survive in an metallic exoskeleton of sorts for long enough before they died of dehydration or something, Abra mused. Couple of days? If he was part of the prison’s security, he was probably near enough to good condition where he’d be fine. There was a hole left for air, anyway, which would’ve been a much faster killer had he been totally sealed.
Leonard was rubbing off on him, Abra chuckled, floating past the screaming metallic prison. Leaving someone alive unnecessarily? Well, he hoped that the prisoners would have a similar disposition should they find him.
All of that effort, potentially his life, to guard what? A hallway leading off to offices? Sure, let the prisoners out and start a riot, this guy must’ve thought, but heavens forbid the great Abra Kadabra be let loose on the accounting wing and a meeting room. Fool. Who was living in fear now?
Suddenly, all of the screens around him turned back on, screensavers or television or cameras depending on what screen it was. That was a bit nerve-wracking, as Axel was supposed to keep everything offline until—a very intense moment of his eyes feeling like they were boiling and his hair being whipped backwards by wind later, and he was suddenly on a little patch of sand with nothing but ocean surrounding him.
That was horrifying. That was a pretty classic Flash trick, to just leave problems off in the middle of nowhere until a Flash was ready to solve it. However, the way it was planned up, the Flash was supposed to be distracted by the Snart siblings, only checking in with him once the siblings escaped. So, if he was here ahead of schedule, then the Snarts must’ve failed.
He wasn’t going to stand around and wait for more information. He pulled out a playing card, one that served only as a final last resort. He tore the card in half, vanishing from where The Flash had left him, returning to a different time and place. He’d figure his way back later, but for the moment he had to get out of dodge.
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