Jerome held his driver's license out to Barry.
Barry looked down at it. The name did indeed read Jeremiah Valeska.
He turned the license over and back again, carefully checking the security markings and issue date to confirm that it was genuine and legally valid.
"You're not Jerome?" There was an unmistakable note of disappointment in his voice.
Jerome took the license back and slipped it into his pocket, then began putting away the pile of weapons one by one.
"It's perfectly normal for me to look like my little brother. Something that trivial hardly warrants making such a big..."
"Wait," Barry interrupted, nearly having been sidetracked. "You're carrying all these dangerous weapons. Even if you're not a wanted criminal, you still have to come to the Police Station with me."
Jerome's hand froze in midair.
The smile on his face slowly deepened.
He stepped forward and rested a hand on Barry's shoulder, adopting a friendly, listen-to-me-buddy tone.
"Kid Flash, it's a holiday. Do me a favor and let this slide. Don't be so uptight..."
As he spoke, he placed the hand holding the grenade into Barry's palm, as casually as if he were handing over a gift.
Barry instinctively took the grenade.
He looked down. The safety pin had already been pulled-Jerome had removed it while patting his shoulder.
Jerome turned, grabbed Ririko's hand, and pulled her toward the thickest part of the crowd.
His laughter burst through the air, drowning out the noise around them.
Barry stared at the grenade in his hand...
There was no time to chase that bastard. In a fraction of a second, he raced toward Gotham Harbor and hurled the grenade into the dark water.
The grenade exploded in the harbor, throwing up a moderately sized plume of water.
Jerome and Ririko