Right before him. S.T.A.R labs. It's always weird because he always robbed this place and they always increased security. It's amazing how Aaron was still able to break into this place over and over again, but hey, at least they try and it's getting harder and harder every time, but hey he was getting better and better at it. Of course before a heist you gotta look incognito so he was wearing a black hoodie with a pair of jeans with his awesome as hell hover boots and a had his mechanical hand covered in skin coloured putty. He took out a cigarette and lit it standing in an area he knew was restricted. It wouldn't take long for a guard to see him, and like he said a guard come around and spotted him

"Um, Sir this is a restricted area you're not supposed to be here." The guard said looking at Aaron, Aaron looked him in the face and dropped his cigarette.

"Alright. I didn't mean to be a bother." He said walking past the guard quickly pickpocketing the mans security pass and wallet. He need the pass because he needed to get into the building that night and the wallet was just for a little extra

"Hey... don't I know you from somewhere?" This worried Aaron, to be caught before actually committing his crime. Embarrassing. "Yeah, has anyone told you, you look like Joffrey from Game of Thrones?" Aaron relaxed a bit when being told this. 

"Yeah quite a lot actually." He said counting the money that was in the wallet and started making his way to his hideout. The man had quite a lot on him for a security guard 80 dollars and 30 cents in coins and bills. Aaron punched the air thinking this was a sign that the heist would go off without a hitch.

5 hours later

Back at the entrance in S.T.A.R labs, but this time with his suit on and with Batsy being carried in his left hand and a duffle bag strapped to his back filled with bombs and soon would be filled with spare parts to make more of his grenades. He walked to the gate and opened the main door into the building. It was night time and there was only going to be security guards and nerds who were working on their equipment. Majority of the nerds would be safe as long as they stayed in there labs. As soon as he walked into the building he spotted a guard not paying attention to him. Aaron, with all his stealth snuck up to him, and took out his air horn and right before he blew the horn a buzzing noise came from the man.

"Eddie! Behind you!" Aaron blew the horn and the man screamed in pain and hunched in pain gripping his ear. Aaron smacked him across the head with Batsy knocking the man out cold and possibly giving him a serious concussion.

"Sleep tight Eddie." Aaron said while walking further into the complex. Everyone heard the air horn and the guy behind the camera must have spotted him so the cops weren't far away to join Aaron in his little party. He took some proximity mines and started placing them so that if one of them exploded they all exploded. He just hoped that these weren't one of the minute or hour detonation ones. He started hovering further into the complex setting more of the proximity mines along the way.

Walt knew from the description of the break-in over the police scanner that it could only be one man. One man alone would try to break into a heavily-defended research facility with an air horn and a baseball bat. He sighed. He was there the next moment.

When he arrived, he followed the rush of security guards. They led him just outside of a large room that appeared to be littered with mines.

"Typical," he whispered. Then he began gathering the mines and hurling them into the neadby bay outside. His aim was good, but even if it wasn't, he was tossing them far and high enough to avoid the risk of hailing shrapnel down on civilians.

Until the last one, which exploded about a yard away from him.

Dodging the explosion was easy enough, but the Flash still grimaced and considered whether or not this was a freak occurrence.

Returning to the room, he saw the other teenager, slightly younger than himself, in the process of laying another mine.

He smirked. "Tricky, c'mon," he shouted from across the room. "I'll give you a lift to the hardware store."

Aaron was hovering through the corridor at a slow pace. Of course he couldn't go into any old rooms he had to find the archives. Of course he just needed to find where the elevator to the bottom floors where the archives were. Which meant that know he needed to find where the elevator again. He usually was doing this while running on an adrenaline high, which he was now, and memory was always blurry during robberies, but hey at least he knew it was in this direction. Everyone in a while he would open a lab door and throw some C4 inside and close it back up again, sometimes their were scientists in the labs sometimes they were empty, if not Aaron would say something along the lines of 'Don't mind me boys! Oh and if I were you I wouldn't leave this room' basically just a bunch of empty threats, but still he reckoned something important and if lucky would also jeopardise innocent lives. A tactic that worked well on speedsters. Plus with the sound of explosions in the distance meant that either one of the guards walked into a mine, but seeing how far away the explosion sounded meant that it was probably a speedster.

Finally he entered the room lead to the elevator and started placing mines across the floor. Hell this better work because he laid every single last one of them mines on the floor in the room. Then the familiar voice of an old friend/nemesis. Fremesis? It was always fun to converse with a speedster. They have super fast wit and they were always fun to practice these sort of conversations with. He quickly pressed the elevator button

"Hey... you... I'm sorry but there are two of you and you two just look so alike. Are you the one with no soul or the big flopping nerd?" He said while grabbing one of his duds and holding it behind his back.

He put his hand on his heart and made an 'aaah' sound. "Does that mean we're officially taking this relationship to the next level? I hope straight after you bring me to Tiffany's to buy me some commitment rings." Then a ding went behind as the elevator opened up and he went inside the elevator.

"We'll continue this talk later, k bae? because right now this room will go up an explosive hellfire as well as some labs with scientist and possible ground breaking research. So... Ya gotta go fast Sonic." he said grining and took a step into an elevator and threw the the grenade into the room which entered the sensors of several mines which then exploded and started a chain reaction make all the other ones explode. The door closed before the explosions could make it through the door. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a detonator and instantly flipped the trigger and then pressed the button to go to B-9.

"Crap... I don't have an exit strategy. Oh well I gotta improvise right?" He said turning to face the camera and doing a little wave.

Walt groaned inwardly. The middle-school insults were bad enough, but this guy was to explosives what Cap was to the Red, White, & Blue. Not to mention, Walt hated not getting the last word.

As the explosion was triggered and the Trickster made his escape, Walt made a sweep backwards past all the rooms containing lab employees, enforcing the same grab-and-toss strategy he had with the mines, this time with the C-4. He hoped he woudn't have to do this much more- outrunning detonated explosives before they caused serious damage was, to say the least, strenuous.. Finally, after instructing all of the individuals he encountered to follow the safe route he had cleared out of the building, he returned to the elevator room in which he had encountered the One Who Tricks. Then he vibrated at a frequency high enough to let him slip through the floor, landing with a slight tap and facing the elevator on B-9, waiting for the box which contained his adversary to open.

His smile grew less patient as he waited. He considered setting a trap of his own, but, first, traps were for people who didn't have super-speed and, second, he didn't want to hurt the kid. He wanted him to quit wasting time, explosives, and tax dollars blowing up and/or robbing this equipment.

The elevator stopped moving as it hit Walt's floor. He crossed his arms and prepared himself. Maybe the kid would talk more willingly now that he was cornered.

While taking the elevator down Aaron got his baseball bat out and got himself pumped. He started jumping and started waving his arms loosely and wildly. A speedster was a speedster and no matter how fast Aaron tried to move
the Flash would always be faster and fighting The Flash would be difficult and would always end in Aaron on his ass moaning in pain, but hey at least he would try. When the elevator stopped he cracked his neck and knuckle. As the door opened he just had a grin on his face.

"I will admit, I sometimes forget how fast you guys are." He said twirling the baseball around once.

"Before we commence fisticuffs, can we put down some ground rules? First of all no hitting in the face, it's one of my best qualities and secondly no hitting in the family jewels, I'm sure that you would like to have some baby speedsters in the future as I would like some baby tricksters." He said throwing the bat to his left arm and charging head first towards the speedster. A dumb move, but he was out of options.

"Deal."

Walt hated to admit this...

/Hated/ it.

...But he liked this kid.

Because of this, he grabbed the bat with his left hand and twisted and pulled so that the bat, held parallel to his arm, was choking the young man who had charged at him with it. Then, still holding the boy in front of him and choking him (albeit not as brutally as possible,) Walt addressed him.

"You put me in a bad spot here, Tricky. You see, I could shake your precious bat so fast that it turns to liquid, and then choke you with it.

I could do the same thing with your brain.

And if you had actually hurt anyone- killed anyone- here today, then maybe I'd have done it by now. But you didn't. Needless to say, my offer to give you a lift to the hardware store is now void. But I'm still offering you something, if you promise to do exactly as I say. I'm offering to let you /walk/ to your prison cell." Walt actually felt a twinge of discomfort as he spoke these words to the other teenager, but he meant them. This guy had thrown explosives at civilians, and that was well past the lines of acceptable mischief.

Walt loosened his chokehold slightly enough to hear Tricky's response.

"Do we have a deal?"

He laughed at the flash trying to threaten him by killing him. A flash killing anybody was unheard of. Of course unless he was now working for Doctor Zoom or he was replaced by an evil Flash from a different universe where the Heroes where the Villains and the Villains the Heroes. Nah both would be incredible ridiculous. I mean why would the Flash up and turn evil. Sure this, maybe, was first time he was slammed up against the wall and choked by a speedster, but honestly he doesn't really care. It usually ended in two ways. Him going to prison or him flying into the night, and he was going to do the latter.

Of course right know he had no ability to talk because when he tried to talk it came out as "Ghfghuk" while he was really trying to say 'Bring it bitch' and stopped trying to talk and continue listening to him until he finally loosened the grip and Aaron breathed in a deep breath.

"You got quite the arm there buddy boy, maybe you should stop jerking off those guys in the alleyways, it's become bigger then your other arm." Aaron said followed by a short laugh.

" Well there is with your whole plan. First is that I will never walk to a prison cell, I usually just walk away with them, and, this is my favourite part about, it just so happens that the moment I'm in police custody an man will have hired a hitman to kill his cheating wife. The morning after I land in jail, a woman will be found dead by her sister. Of course I'm not giving you all the juicy details, but I will say this: The address is somewhere oh I don't know between between 1st to 40th Bay Avenue to 2nd to 41st Kings street or 20th-40th Queen Lane to 50th-70th Sycamore Drive. Of course I might be lying and its not gonna happen, but can you really have that on your conscious?" He said finishing with a laugh. He was going to get what he came here for.

By the time the Trickster finished the sentence containing the addresses, Walt had a list of them on the front desk of the police station, along with a description of the predicted offense and an estimated timetable. Since Tricky had used the phrase "the moment I'm in police custody", the Flash just wrote the current time.

Walt gave a perfunctory laugh at the jeer. Not the worst he'd heard from a criminal.

Walt pretended to think deeply at the rhetorical question. "Y'know what? No! I /don't/ want that on my conscience, Tricky!" He spoke as if it had taken him years of pondering to arrive at this conclusion. "But you know what I /do/ want? I want a slice. Can I get you anything?"

He didn't wait for a response, but by the time Tricky could have provided one, Walt was sitting in front of him, legs crossed, chewing on a slice of pizza from a box that already had three slices missing. He took a long drag on the straw of his drink, let loose a contented sigh, and looked up at his adversary.

"Well, don't let me keep you! Go ahead! Have your shopping spree." Then, with his mouth full, still chewing, he stood up next to the Trickster, wiping his hands on each other. "Mm- one thing though. Promise is a promise, Tricky," he sang cheerily.

Then he punched the villain twice, rapidly, once in each of the Trickster's calves, vibrating his fist through his adversary's skin so that it made direct contact with the nerves bundled underneath.

Ordinarily, this resulted in paralysis that lasted anywhere from an hour to however long it took undergo a suitable period of physical therapy.

He didn't like what the Flash was saying. If he was any other person Aaron would actually be scared of the Flash, but dam the Flash really started to creep him out. He never liked a Flash more then right this moment. Flash would make one kick ass thief if he ever turned... Actually that would be bad for business, he'd rob everything in the matter of seconds and Aaron wouldn't even have the scraps! So Aaron liked it better that the Flash was a good guy then a bad guy.

"Yeah can I have a pan pizza with... Well nevermind." Aaron took a piece of pizza and started chewing it. "Wait did you just steal this pizza? I mean unless you can cook pizzas as fast as your run or have excellent hindsight. You and I are more in common then I thought, and that really disgusts me... I think I might retire, I don't want to be on the same side of you goody two shoes speedsters." He said with a wide smile. God it was nice messing with the Flash. Sadly he was great at messing with him as well.

"Wait are you serious?" then he did something with his legs. Aaron collapsed and something felt weird with his legs. They spasmed and he couldn't feel a thing in them, but hey that wasn't gonna bring him down.

"You better keep your promise." Aaron said with a giggle, then fired his grapple mechanism. He didn't think it would actually hit anything, but luckily it did and Aaron flicked his wrist. Aaron began slowly sliding across the floor, with the biggest grin on his face. He knew he wasn't going to escape and sure the Flash had stopped him, but still Aaron had done something off his to do list. He started humming the Spiderman song Aerosmith wrote. It was a ridiculous, but it was catchy.

He got to the end of the line and looked up. Apparently it got snagged around a pipe.

"So... I'm just gonna stay here till the cops arrive... I just have to say this was one of the best dates I've ever had. Lets do it again sometime. Well when I get out of juvy or prison. It depends if they trial me as an adult." He said looking ridiculous with no movement in his legs and his mechanical arm snagged to a pipe.

Walt tried to stop it.

Really, he did.

Then a smirk cracked open across his face as he watched his adversary drag himself across the floor humming the Spider-Man theme.

He never liked a villain more than at that moment.

"I know better than to leave you here alone, Tricky." Walt was looking down, still smirking, and dragging the pizza box towards the Trickster, who was lying at the end of the room chained to a pipe. When he reached him, he opened the box and sat cross-legged beside Tricky.

"Y'know..." Walt sighed hastily. "I know how useless this'll be to say, but... if you ever want a place on the right side of the law, there's a place for you. You'd be good. We could use you. Not to mention, y'know, you wouldn't have to steal. And you wouldn't have to get your ass kicked so often."

Aaron would be lying if he said this wasn't the first he was captured in a compromising position and it wasn't going to be the last time either. It usually ended up with Aaron being tied up. Thats how the speedsters usually end his crimes, mainly by using his own rope or by something they just find lying around the floor. His most favourite time is when he was left hanging spiderman style with a metal chain. Aaron would also be lying if he said this was't the most embarrassing position because right know it most definitely was.

"Good idea. Actually the moment you left I would detach my arm and try and crawl away. Sure I wouldn't be able to escape very far, but I could try." He said scooting around to trying to get into a comfortable position knowing he was gonna sit down for a while.

"It's nice that you offer, but it's not as easy as that. I was born into a life of crime like the way you were born into one of justice and all like you, all my friends are also on one side of the law. If I change sides, I will turn my back on to all of my friends and my allies and if I do change sides I have made so many enemies that nothing but dying in martyrdom will make people see me as a hero, but right now no. I might change my opinion in the future, but don't hold me to my word there. God does that feel good to get off my chest. Not even the therapist at Ironheights made me able to do that. Ever thought of a career in psychology?" Aaron then took another slice of pizza.

"God thats good. Where did you get this pizza from?" He said trying to change the subject. Talking about morality was a huge downer.

Walt offered a small smile to indicate that he understood his frenemy's position.

"You know what, Tricky? I guess I get that. I got lucky, but I was born into my life, just like you. Fair enough. And I /know/ you would have slid away, ya bastard. I begrudgingly remind you that you have, in fact, tricked me before."

His smile adopted a slightly proud inflection when Tricky mentioned the pizza.

"Central Slices. Best in town," he said conspiratorially, leaning in slightly as he did. "And, no, I don't steal it. In fact, I make a point to leave a rather generous tip." It was true.

"Alright, Trixie. Now I've got a question for you, and feel free to lie." Walt's tone became as serious as he could make it.

"Back there, in the lab... you were really going to hurt those people." He paused. "How? I mean, Trix... I don't want to offend you..." Now his tone was friendly, and sincere. "...But you're not like these other psychopaths, are you? I mean, you're more like me than you are the Joker. So what is it you feel when you do what you do? Or can you really hurl these explosives around without sparing a thought for the people you kill?"

At this point, he withdrew an explosive from one of his adversary's pockets, and turned to Tricky.

Aaron didn't know how to respond to the question. He didn't usually care about what his explosions did mainly due to the fact that he didn't think of his consequences all that much. Mainly due to the fact there was always somebody who was out trying to stop him. Would it be Tweeldedum he was talking to right know, or his sidekick Tweeldedee, hell even one of the plastic guys did it once. Aaron never once even questioned what would happen if they weren't there to stop him. Maybe just have armed explosives and never really blow them (or they blow up by accident which kinda happens. A lot. Aaron isn't the best technician)

"The day one of my explosives kill an innocent civilian is the day I either snap or you're not there to stop me. Or both... or the unforunate accident of my designs being too flawed... there are a lot of variables, but hey you guys are here to stop me right." he said happily, still in a awkwardly weird position.

"A guy like me has it tough you know. Mistral has weather, Lady Shade has shadows, even the Captain has Cold. This gives me something special you know?" He said

Aaron gave a laugh. "I can see the headlines now. Trickster's planned Tangled by Flash. Or something like that..."

Typical of the Trickster to speak of hurling explosives around as if it were a game with a foregone conclusion. Walt gave a playful sigh.

"Of course. Spoken like a true sociopath, buddy." 

"As far as being special... it's not your bombs that make you special... ya d***." 

Walt found himself in the difficult position of encouraging a violent criminal. This seems to be happening more and more often..., he wondered briefly before continuing, still smiling.

"Anybody could pick up half of these things at the local underground, on a whim." Walt was lightheartedly tossing the explosive he had snatched from Tricky moments ago.

"C'mon, you must know this already. It's your brains, Tricky." Walt's smile was wide, and he spoke the truth. "I mean, you're an a**hole... but you're smart. Smarter than half the thugs who think they're running this city. What I can't figure out," Walt tapped his own head lightly, "is why you would rather play a game of tag with me than see what you can really do! I mean..." Walt stood and rapidly considered something for a moment, before ducking down to unshackle the kid.

"F*** it. Get up."

Walt took the Trickster by the arm and tossed it around his own shoulder, supporting him, since his legs still didn't work. Then, with two quick motions, he restimulated the nerves he had paralyzed in the Trickster's legs. On by one they spasmed, but when Walt released the boy, he was standing, albeit unsteadily.

Still holding an explosive, Walt offered his empty hand. His smile was enormous and excited.

"Come on, Tricky. I'm gonna show you what you're missing." Walt flipped his hand impatiently. "I mean, I would phrase this as a question, but, seriously..." Walt shrugged rhetorically. He could just as easily floor the kid, but he had a feeling that they would both enjoy what Walt had in store.

Aaron was in a very odd position. It wasn't that he was called something rude things. That happened very often and so commonly for him to be called both a d*ck and an a**hole from basically everyone except from a very few minority, but It was the fact how friendly the Flash was being. It's not everyday you get a pep talk from a hero. Especially your arch nemesis. So the entire time while Walt was trying to make him feel better, Aaron gave him a weird look of confusion, and for once he didn't know what to say.

As Walt untangled him and helped him up, Aaron reeled in the wire and stretched his legs and took his arm off the Flash's shoulder. "Geez, have you ever done that to yourself? It's the most annoying feeling the world. It's like suffering from a thousand hits on a funnybone." He said rubbing his legs and moving his toes. He was happy that nothing seemed to be wrong with his legs. He even let out a little giggle as he wiggled his toes.

"I always thought it was customary to buy somebody dinner before entering them." Aaron said followed by a heartly laugh.

"As long as this magical place you will show me isn't the back of your van which is filled with "candy", Prison or a BDSM club." He said as he took hold of of the Flash's extended arm.