Leonard Snart

alex chuckled as she closed her eyes while holstering her gun - yeah, she was familiar with that coping mechanism. alex noted his mannerism, “sounds traumatic. are you sure you’re okay?”

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      𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃when he explained which explosion he was talking about. She probably was either in Belle Reve or in Gotham. The jester sipping on her drink, looking around for the people in that bar. ❛ If I wasn’t in this shitty condition, I could snuck out easily. Is there something, ya looking for? I can help ya find. I’m really good to find stuff, trust me. ❜ That was true. She was up to do anything he wants to do, in case he needed an extra hand, although, she was very limited on what she could do.

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“Somewhere but nowhere–yet you’re here.” The indignant pitch in her tone betrayed her aloof disposition. Sara bounced between anger and elation. She hadn’t been on the receiving end of the gift of a loved one coming back from the dead. Although, the ache that lived in her heart hadn’t dissipated; it only grew numb. Len’s death impacted her in a way she hadn’t expected. It had set off a triggering chain reaction of tragedies that tore a small piece of her away. The tears she shed over him set a precedent in attachment to those who fought past the brick and mortar of her walls. Sara used to pride herself on being indifferent; it’s a trait that long since died within her.

“You’re telling me,” she finally turned to acknowledge him. “Why didn’t you come back? I mean when nowhere became somewhere. Why didn’t you let anyone of us know you were alive.” 

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     𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘didn’t know how many lifes Selina had lost throughout her life. One thing she is sure…❛ She lost two lives with me on the day when we jump out of the window. So, if I went Cruella on her maybe… She could lose another one. ❜ Perhaps, she could ask the brunette later, since they’re spending a lot of time together taking care of each other. —- The cool temperature of her cast was giving her comfort.  ❛ Oh, I see... Which explosion were you talking about? ❜ She exploded a few places recently. Normally, when she is upset she likes to set everything on fire or blast things. Whoever wants to set something on fire, she’d seek for them and ask if she could help.

       𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.❛ This is all my kitty’s fault. I dunno why I haven’t gone all Cruella DeVille on her. ❜ She knows the answer to her statement. She’d miss Selina way too much if she skins her off, and the brunette is being incredible emotional support lately. She never thought she’d find somebody to have her back, like Selina and Pamela. The redhead wasn’t being a good friend… Besides this was a complicated topic. ❛ Uhh — Sure… ❜ The jester was slightly confused about what Leonard wanted to do. She adjusts her position on the stool (for not staying in an uncomfortable position), with her plastered leg and cast arm, so Leo could do whatever he planned to do. ❛ Wow! It’s cold! That’s cool… ❜ She wished she could find a formula to speed her healing. Being cooped up doesn’t really suit well to her.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 her drink was put right in front of her. Just the way she likes, colorful and well decorated, on a big glass. She took a sip on it, to taste the HEAVEN taste, before turning her attention to Leo. ❛ I had ta improvise. It was the only thing that crossed my mind. I don’t think I coulda bash his brains like I normally do… Not in these shitty conditions. ❜ She refers to her physical condition.

The male grasp tighten her by the neck, slammed her again against the wall one more time, but she hasn’t stop of cackling irritantly, even though it hurt the way he grabbed her, even with her plastered arm, he wasn’t being gentle. Harley saw Leonard, and trying to find on her own pocket a lighter so she could set fire on this guy clothing; it didn’t take so long to find the lighter and she lights his leather jacket, discreetly as he chokes her, and he felt the smell of burning realizing it was him, and pulled away from her trying to cease the fire, and he erased after a moment. She coughing a bit, before moving with her crutch next to Leo. ❛ I almost called fer help… Lucky I had my lighter. ❜

               𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 a nose candy, Harley was at the bar and vexed a guy twice her height on the club, even though the blonde was full of plaster in her right arm and her leg, wearing crutch to walk, she still didn’t stop of being utterly irritating to people, she still was taking her tequila, when the dude got red, and threw her against the wall, which made cackling in maniac laughs. It was Mr. Happy brother, and he said. ❛ Harley Quinn, you seriously need to be locked up in some sort of insane asylum, or an island, in space! ❜ Mr. Happy brother, gritted his teeth as he looked at the short, injured woman that kept laughing, loving his insult, is it really insult? Because honestly she wants to live in an island and visit the space. ❛ Ohh, yeah! Babeeee, love it! Whatcha gonna do, huh? Oh my God! ❜ ❛ What? ❜ He was losing his temper, and she rolled down her shot of tequila. ❛ Yer look like Beaker from Muppets, I can’t take ya serious. Miii, miiii! ❜ She says mockingly at the guy, and kept laughing, causing a little ruckus on the bar.

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There wasn’t much good that came with the rushing pheromones and vertigo that flooded the streets. Sara felt even less secure in her place in the grand scheme painted by the universe. Central City no longer was the city flourishing as some safe sanctuary for the broken and the hopeful. Although, the recovering footage brought light to sight she never intended to see again. 

Captain Cold in the chilling flesh.

Her jaw tensed at the soft sound of footsteps trailing behind her. Her message wasn’t exactly subtle in the dwellings that he chose to inhabit. “I guess I’m not the only one with the gift of rebirth, huh?” Sara’s fingers twitched with the confusing desire to clench into a tight fist while her heart fluttered in a childish relief.  

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alex let out a small scoff as she finally lowered her gun, “you don’t say.” she finally sighed - so this was absolutely not the legion of doom snart who shot her nearly dead with his ice gun. that had to be good news, right? “so you were stuck in a pocket outside of time? carter tried to explain what happened to me but i’m afraid quantum phsyics is not my forte.”

alex slowly began to lower her weapon when she realized the snart in front of her was the snart that had become a member of the legends and sacrificed himself to save them. “so…you have no recollection of the legion of doom?”

alex’s head tilted - that didn’t exactly narrow down the number of earths since she knew there where other earths where versions of barry and the rest of team flash existed, “what’s the last thing you remember?”

Amelia turned away from the reporter, satisfied she had got what she wanted, raising an eyebrow at a new reporter having entered the room. “Did you just get in?” She questioned, craning her neck slightly to meet his gaze. No signs of the toxin having taken hold - at least not yet. She had hoped Alicia had stationed her here to keep her isolated from the chaos while she made sure no one caught on - but if CCPN was letting anyone just waltz in and out while it happened, that wouldn’t be so easy. “It’s getting crazy out there, you’re lucky you ducked back into the office when you did.”

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Shit. 

Lois Lane was admittedly a glutton for action, it was a common attribute for those in her field and any of her colleagues could attest to the claim. The thick of it, so to speak, were where the seekers of truth thrived. Always primed to risk life and limb to uncover validity. The pen of the reporter can choose if the public is fenced into reaction and emotion or if they are enabled to escape its confines into the larger realm. One of empathy, logic and self control. Usually Lois would praise the serendipity of her chance predicament. Perry would surely argue that it was her proclivity to attract danger that landed her in one perilous disaster after the other. But Lois liked to believe it was luck rather than misfortune. A hunch. No reporter worth their salt was likely to produce crucial content if they were afraid of a little danger. Besides, she’d survived this long despite the way city wide – and occasionally global – disasters tended to sweep in like the tide. What was a few minor hostage situations when she was chasing a scoop. 

It seemed her supposed kismet had turned sour. 

Clark’s affectionate sign off was cruelly cut short, the sound of static confusing Lois momentarily before she was met with silence. Pulling the phone from her ear she surprised to notice her signal was suddenly non existent. She wondered if she was accidentally wandered into a dead-zone and retraced her steps through the CCPN lobby in an attempt to revive the signal. To no avail. Disappointed that the end of her husband’s voicemail was inaccessible, Lois finally took notice of those standing nearest sharing her bewilderment. Then she felt it. That hunch. Trickling down the length of her spine, a sensation that always sharpened her perception. An excitement. It meant something was amiss and she somehow found herself smack dab in the middle of it. Again. But she couldn’t revel in the elation this time, not when a barely quelled panic was battling for dominance. One that settled in a few hours prior after she’d bolted to the bathroom, less than twenty minutes after Clark’s sudden departure, and emptied the contents of her stomach. Two blue lines and her life was changed forever. 

It wasn’t just her life in danger anymore. 

She should have told him. 

Were only thoughts running through her head as she strutted, with absolute purpose, back into the newsroom. The story she’d come to CCPN to follow up on pushed to the bottom of her list of priorities. “Please tell me this is just crappy cell service…” she huffed as she stepped in range of her friends. Her answer came in the form of green tendrils crawling up the glass, casting dastardly shadows through the windows and silencing all conversation. Lois watched with a widened gaze, hesitantly easing towards the window. “Its…its vines” she muttered, her eyes shutting softly in resignation before opening sharply to reveal a steely resolve. 

“I’m telling you now, if you post that you will be sued within an inch of your life for defamation and libel. I’ll guarantee it.” Amelia warned lowly, hunched over the reporters desk. The image of someone entering the currently overgrown City Hall was blurry enough to cast doubt on if it was Alicia - honestly it could be spun as just about any brunette with enough money to afford Cartier. But if someone slapped her name on it and posted it online it would spread like wildfire, and it didn’t matter if it couldn’t be proven. People always took things with too little evidence and not a single pinch of salt.

Honestly, she would have thought everyone would be too afraid to even think of theorising someone being behind the chaos - clearly Alicia had been right in launching this plan. They needed to improve the self-preservation instinct of the women left behind if the society they built on the ashes of the old was to succeed.  “Stick to the statements City Hall has approved, and you’ll still have a job when this is all over, kid. Besides, people are scared, give them hope instead of adding fuel to the fire, yeah?” She urged him with a sweet smile, fingers skimming just a little over the pulse at his neck as she worked her charms. “Delete it. Write a puff piece about the emergency shelters being set up for the injured, the cops working hard to keep them safe. Leave getting the bottom of this to the professionals.”

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When all the chaos had begun, Leonard had just arrived at the CCPN building.  He’d been out in the city and happend upon Jitters, tickled by the Hero themed drinks.  As the location he visited was near the news outlet, he’d purchased a Flash drink and made his way over, intending to deliver it to Iris and have some banter. But then, well...things went sideways.

“forgive me for being cautious. i’m not exactly sure which version of leonard snart i’m dealing with right now.” alex’s gun never ceased, but there was a brief recognition that crossed his features. “so you know who i am.” she deduced carefully, not sure whether that was enough to relax her defensive stance.