CW Flash: I Copy Attributes

"Who the hell is that?"

Every Metahuman thought at the same time. 

Upon everything turning dark and what sounded like all hell breaking loose, a figure shot through the ceiling, handling one of the strongest figures here with a single attack.

But where they half expected someone known for their power, like the speedster that brought them all here, or even the Arrow from Starling City, they stared as they were met with a man wearing a bandana and a baseball cap.

"What is that!" One of the Metahumans snapped their head upwards, witnessing the two pieces of the Hailstone about to crash over them.

Though everyone else looked up with wide eyes, Derek simply raised his right arm.

As he did, two of the clones behind him leapt upward out of the opening Derek made, morphing into an expansive thin sheet, expanding rapidly and easily doubling the size of the hailstone.

The sheet of Eclipse was quick to wrap around the hailstone, and like some sort of magic trick, the Eclipse shrunk until it was simply the size of a pebble once again, the glacier seemingly disappearing within it.

"What…did he just do?" The Metahumans consecutively thought, their eyes once again falling on Derek.

'King Shark? He shouldn't be here yet. If I remember correctly, he appears only in season 2. But I'll worry about that later.'

"Ladies, ladies…"

However, they snapped out of their trance as the figure suddenly spoke, his tone playful and his movement exaggerated as if he were a showman.

"Why don't we all take a deep breath and settle this Meta to Meta." 

As Derek spoke, Barry was quick to take this opportunity to escape from where he stood.

"What are we supposed to call you?" 

Someone yelled from the crowd.

"Good question. I'm not sure. Everyone knows a superhero doesn't choose his own name, the public does it for him. And this is my first public appearance so I guess we'll have to wait a little longer."

It was unknown what Derek's goal was for suddenly addressing the entire crowd like this, but even with his eyes before they were enhanced by Mirakuru, he could very clearly see some frowns at the word "Superhero". 

Despite this, he continued.

"Nevertheless, let's take this one at a time. I'm sure we can find cells for B-lister Metas such as yourselves in such a large prison." 

All eyes remained glued on Derek as he said this, all expressions quickly changing to one of contempt and loathe.

Suddenly, his intent behind the scene he was causing was clear.

He was mocking them.

And this was all the incentive that was needed as a figure at the forefront raised his hand as it grew larger, ready to swat Derek like a fly.

However…

-BANG

One of his clones was quicker, leaping forward as it struck the man in the face with an elbow.

The man's arm immediately returned to normal as his head flung back, blood gushing from his nose.

"Let the battle commence!" Derek yelled, throwing his arms up as every Meta charged toward him.

But he wasn't even slightly bothered by this as he leapt down off of the monstrous shark, his clones doing the same as they snapped into action like ninjas.

But as Derek's feet touched the ground…

-CRACK

The concrete shattered beneath his feet as he shot forward like a bullet.

'Damn!' 

He yelled inwardly in surprise. He hadn't yet gotten a chance to test his new body and thought this would be the perfect time. 

And so far, he was sufficiently satisfied, as evidenced by the boyish grin on his face.

'Let's see what you got, Mirakuru.'

Derek soared through the crowd, his back arched and chest nearing the ground as he sprinted like a cheetah, slithering past the Metas in the crowd before they could even catch a glimpse of him.

As he did, his hands grew dozens of tentacles, expanding as they hung from him like whips, coming alive and snapping into action, cutting away anything they could reach.

And though one part of his mind was appreciating the sheer speed he could now seamlessly achieve, he also couldn't help but have a bad feeling in his gut.

'Who the fuck are all these Metas?'

He asked himself.

He didn't recall so many Metas being in Central City or even the country for that matter. 

'Sure, the show doesn't go into detail about how many Metas the explosion created, but for there to be this much that Thawne happened to just find seems a little implausible.'

Additionally, each of these Metas were ones he didn't recognise. Which seemed a little surprising since most of them stood out.

Like a figure made of complete cement, cracked and protruding out of his body.

Seeing said figure, he torpedoed toward him, soon leaping in the air, pulling back his arm and striking the stone man's skull before the latter could even notice.

-BANG

-CRACK

The stone man dropped to the ground, seemingly unconscious, the cement around his cranium completely destroyed.

'My strength is no joke either. Then there's this…'

He thought, staring at the few small cuts on his knuckles after the attack, only for them to heal almost seconds later.

"He's quite…efficient, isn't he?" Cisco mumbled, seeing Derek rapidly dealing with the Metas. 

Caitlin smiled, pressing a button as she spoke into the microphone before her.

"Derek!" 

Derek's ears perked as a familiar voice entered his ear.

"What's up, guys."

Derek greeted with a smile, leisurely taking a break to talk in the middle of the war.

He wasn't too worried about them seeing his superhuman feats. 

When they asked, he could simply use the Eclipse on his hands and feet to give a nonsensical reason as to how they made him faster or increased the power of his punch.

In reality, they did nothing.

But it seems they'd noticed the gloves and boots since they didn't ask when given the chance seconds later.

"Derek, keep doing…whatever that is you're doing. It's working great." Caitlin mentioned, prompting Derek to look back.

As he did, he was proud to witness his clones morphing into sheets and wrapping around the most troublesome Metas, lifting them off into the sky like bubbles.

It had only been a few minutes and the number of Metas had notably decreased.

'You mean collecting cattle for my farm?' 

He thought but didn't say out loud. 

He was glad to be putting Nanda Parbat into use right away but he was still unsure of how he'd explain all these Metas disappearing under his watch.

'Eh, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.' He shrugged carelessly.

"Got it. Barry, can you hear me?" He asked, to which he was quickly given a reply.

"Yeah, loud and clear, buddy. Thanks a lot, you saved my ass." Barry mentioned.

But to this, Derek couldn't help but pause for a second upon looking around.

'You shouldn't have been struggling with them in the first place.'

A part of Derek had hoped the stupidity Barry suffered from in the show due to "Plot" wouldn't exist here.

But he was wrong.

Nothing had changed.

And it was far worse since this was an inexperienced version of the Flash who only had a fraction of the speed he had during the end of the show.

'Not that that should be an excuse. The speed he has now is more than enough.'

Nevertheless, he continued.

"No problem. Meet me on the east side of the ward. It's probably better if we stick together and come up with a game plan." 

He was quick to make up that latter reason on the spot. 

In reality, he urgently needed to get to Barry for a different reason.

'Thawne's here to kill Barry's father so Barry will be more inclined to go back and save his mother, restoring Thawne's original Timeline.'

A plan Derek knew for sure would work if he pulled off the former and most important step.

'But he isn't willing to do it himself. That's why he brought all these goons here. To cause a distraction. But who will be the one to deal the killing blow? Inmates? Simple crossfire or maybe…'

"Sir…"

Derek paused, turning to see a rather small and timid man with a hunched back and watery eyes, fiddling with his sleeves.

"Sir…I don't suppose you could tell me where this is…" 

Despite Derek being confused, he was also curious, prompting these next words to come out of his mouth.

"Iron Heights." 

The timid man exhaled in frustration as he struggled to put his next sentence together.

"E-Everybody keeps saying that…but it's impossible." 

Derek remained calm, his expression never changing as he continued.

"Why is it impossible?"

The timid man scratched his head, growing more restless.

"What do you mean why? Because Iron Heights was destroyed 17 years ago."

'What?'

Derek scrunched his eyebrows, his mind racing to make sense of what he'd just heard.

'Thawne, what have you done?'

"Sir…can you answer my question…or perhaps help me…I don't feel too good…KHRM!"

Derek watched as a blade suddenly plunged through the man before him, from the back and straight through his chest.

The timid man's single tear finally ran down his cheek as he dropped to the ground, dead.

"No one was positive on what his ability was, only that he started to illuminate an orange glow and vibrate the more frightened he became as if he was about to self-destruct." 

A bearded man with a slick back and long black hair spoke in a rather posh and outdated manner, looking down at his dead victim.

"They all naturally avoided him, however, as evidenced by his now tranquil heart, I'd say he was…how does the modern-day saying go? Ah, yes. All bark, no bite."

'Wow, Thawne really went all out. He even brought this guy. He isn't even a Meta.'

Vandal Savage, the Immortal.

"How great it feels to finally be out of that cell in Argus. Yet you try to put me back into one. Do you not know it's unethical to imprison a wild animal?"

A female with spotted skin, sharp teeth and claws, resembling a cheetah, crawled to her feet behind Derek.

'That's a lot more confusing.'

Cheetah.

She was only teased to be a member of this universe's Suicide Squad, but after a name drop, she was never mentioned or seen again.

Derek could only sigh at the indecisiveness of the writers and directors from his past world now becoming his problem.

In the next second, a deafening roar rang out as Grodd beat his fists on his chest, landing right behind him after leaping countless feet.

'Hmm…this might cause me a little more trouble than I initially predicted. Especially since I'm running out of my Eclipse.'

Derek thought, seeing a few more Metas surround him.

Not that this bothered him. 

No, not with what he had planned.

'A Speedster's greatest weakness is poor writing and "Plot". But I'm honoured to be the first to witness the truly overpowered capabilities of a True Speedster.'

[Sp: 70]

[Plot Manipulation: 50Sp]

'Barry Allen, prepare to contribute greatly to this Perfect Story!'

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