"The bottle didn't hit me. It did hit him though - fast and hard," he says with a smile and soft laugh. Yes he did enjoy the sight of Trickster tumbling off the roof, only saved by Barry's good graces (and him being woken up in the middle of the night by the window breaking.)

It's true though that he never saw himself among the Rogues. For one, the Rogues were nothing but an obscure legend associated with the Flash. A couple of them stood out, like Captain Cold, but for the most part? They were nothing to history and thus nothing to his eyes.

"It's your funeral Shade," he huffs and takes a small sip, finishing the last of his drink. "Since you're planning to saddle yourself with someone so incompetent, I suppose it's only right to come along and improve the chances of success."

And who knows? It may even be fun.