Belle Reve Penitentiary.
This place could be called the CIA's most heavily guarded facility. They had even specially transferred in two special operations squads.
The prison cells themselves had been reinforced several times.
Without Amanda Waller's clearance card, no one could open the cages holding the two prisoners below.
Because two extremely terrifying beings were imprisoned here. One was the world's fastest metahuman, The Flash.
The other was the most dangerous Deathstroke. His name alone was enough to make everyone understand how terrifying he was.
If not for an accident, the CIA would probably never have managed to gather these two "dangerous individuals" in one place.
Naturally, all of this was classified.
After all, The Flash was also a superhero. Given current public opinion, what they were doing was villain work.
Even the legitimate villains of Central City.
Were now doing everything they could to rescue The Flash, and had already stormed this place for a jailbreak several times.
Lawless. This was simply utterly lawless!
Then again, if those people obeyed the law, they would not be villains—professional villains, at that.
"I'm so bored... Could you bring me a newspaper? Or at least let me see what time it is!"
Barry Allen, lying on an iron bed with his limbs firmly secured by hydraulic restraints, began another day of complaining.
Even if he could vibrate his fingers to super-speed and draw a portrait of the Mona Lisa on steel.
The anesthetic needles on the hydraulic restraints.
Would still put him to sleep.
But compared to The Flash, who could not even move, Deathstroke, living across from him, had it much easier.
At least he could still read.
And he was reading Grimm's Fairy Tales. Of course, that was assuming one ignored the skirt around his waist that looked like an