Caitlin's Frosty Escape

"Shit," Caitlin muttered, rubber her head as she sat up. Her head was pounding. She began to figure out why when she noticed her surroundings. Caitlin was lying in some sort of cell with nothing but a metal slab that was supposed to be a bed and a bucket which Caitlin thought served as a makeshift toilet. Gross, definitely not using that, she tought to herself. Three walls made of solid stone with the fourth consisting of bars. When she tried to move, she realized she had chains locked around her left ankle, the other end attached to the bed.

What have I gotten myself into now? She thought. She was still in her Killer Frost costume, so she was presumably fighting some meta when this happened and things went south. The thing was, Caitlin couldn't remember fighting any metas. The last thing she could remember was Barry had been injured slightly during another fight and she was checking him for anything serious. Even though they had been friends for years now, Caitlin still couldn't help but stare at Barry's abs every time she had to run some tests. Even though he was married to Iris now, Caitlin couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have Barry hold her in his arms. To kiss him gently at first, before getting more serious. To feel him speed to both of them back to her place and make love to each other. Luckily for her, Barry was still completely clueless about this, despite Caitlin's not so subtle ways. This time however, when Caitlin was checking on Barry, everything went black and then she woke up here.

"Frost, you there," the scientist asked her alter-ego. No response.

"Great. Looks like I'm doing this one on my own," Caitlin said to herself.

It was around then that Caitlin heard footsteps approaching from outside her cell. Caitlin looked around for anything to use as a weapon, but all she could find was her toilet bucket. Just then, a figure stepped into view, giving Caitlin a look at her captor.