Reuniting with the Rogues and Signing In with Captain Cold's Freeze Gun!

Central City's First National Bank.

The massive vault door let out a teeth-grating groan, then crashed to the floor.

It had not been blown open. A bizarre stress caused by extreme temperature differences had torn it apart. The left side still glowed red-hot, like molten lava, while the right was coated in thick ice that gave off a white mist.

"Move it, Mick! Stop burning the paintings!"

Leonard Snart, Captain Cold, directed his men as they stuffed bundles of cash into bags, keeping a wary eye on the police-frequency monitor on his wrist.

"Shut up, air conditioner!" Heat Wave, Mick Rory, cackled. His flamethrower sent a long tongue of fire across the bank's ornate ceiling, charring it black. "I just like watching things burn!"

Snart frowned.

He did not like chaos. He liked plans.

He had calculated every detail of today's job. That rich man Link Gale had caused such a commotion in the east of the city that he had even drawn the S.T.A.R. Labs eggheads over there. Police deployment was a mess.

As for that red speed freak...

"According to our intel, the idiot in red tights is dealing with a pileup on the west side." Snart checked the time. "We have forty-five seconds. Fill this bag, then we leave!"

But just as his men picked up the bags and prepared to flee...

Boom!

The bulletproof glass in the bank's domed ceiling exploded.

Countless glittering shards poured down like rain. Before they could hit the floor, an invisible force caught them and held them in midair, where they reflected the firelight in a breathtaking display.

A figure descended slowly through the shattered dome, defying gravity.

He wore his signature black trench coat, his hands tucked into his pockets. His expression was lazy, as though the wreckage and heavily