Mick doesnât notice right away. When he does though, itâs with his bottle half-way to his lips and he squints at Haircut whoâs sitting on his chair in his lab, not touching any of the equipment for several long minutes by now. And if the first part isnât enough to see somethingâs wrong, the fact that Haircutâs not speaking, not even humming his damn code song makes it all obvious enough.
Maybe Mick shouldnât ask. Maybe he should just continue to drink and pretend he doesnât notice these things, that heâs dumb enough to be obvious about them but this god forsaken team found a way to get to him. And this guy in front of him for some weird reason found a way under Mickâs skin all the way to the point that Mick just canât let it go.
He bares his teeth at himself and bites down a growl. What the hell would Snart say if he ever found out that Mick feels like this about the most naĂŻve goody-two-shoes through the whole history of time. Maybe it is for the best that the guy is dead.
âWhatâs wrong?â Mick drawls out and isnât really surprised when Haircut jumps, startled, before he turns to Mick and plasters the big fake smile- one that makes Mick sick to his stomach  - onto his face.
âWrong? Nothingâs wrong.â Haircutâs shaking his head, his whole body is suddenly in motions. âWhy would you think anythingâs wrong? Everythingâs great. I mean, we killed Mallus, saved the world, everythingâs-â Haircutâs eyes jump around the room for a second before returning to Mickâs. âgreat.â
Mick wonders if the guy will ever learn to lie. He also wonders how come no one else noticed, especially the people that keep claiming that the Legends are a family. A rather sucky family then.
Haircutâs hands are nervously twitching in his lap, something obviously on his mind, more and more urgent. So Mick doesnât say anything. Instead he lifts the bottle to his lips once again and this time actually manages to take a swig, before the secrets spill from Boy Scoutâs mouth.
âItâs just⊠you didnât need me.â He whispers, catching Mickâs attention in a second. âI didnât want the Earth totem, but I thought⊠maybe⊠I could be helpful with it. But the totem knew I wasnât right. Thatâs why it didnât work when I tried to stop Darhk. And then you guys were fighting Mallus and you were all joined together in that magical friendship moment-â
âWorst orgy ever.â Mick corrects but itâs as if Haircut doesnât even hear him. Maybe he really doesnât. Haircut tends to close in his own world of worries sometimes.
âAnd I wasnât there.â He says, urgently and something pulls on the thing thatâs supposed to be non-existent by now inside of Mickâs chest. Damn it. âI was on the sidelines watching with all the⊠the helpers. And that was great and all, but I was⊠I thought I was⊠IâŠâ
âWhat?â Mick growls and Haircutâs eyes snap to him.
âI thought I was supposed to be with the Legends. But I wasnât. And⊠it doesnât feel like Iâm part of the legends for some time now.â
Mickâs eyes narrow at that. Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?
âIt just⊠feels like Iâm a ghost. Like it doesnât matter if I wasnât here at all.â
âYouâre an idiot.â Mickâs growling, standing up and marching over to Haircut before he knows what heâs doing. Itâs nothing new, this lack of self-confidence that Haircut has. This need to prove himself over and over again and it never being enough in his own eyes. âWe wouldnât beat Mallus without you.â
âBut thatâs the thing! You did!â
âNo.â Mick grumbles. Haircut looks up from the floor, but before he can say anything, Mick glares. âThe totems didnât work the first time we tried. They only worked the second time, because of you.â Mick watches as Haircutâs mouth open and closes several times, before the guy blinks, confused.
â⊠what?â He asks in the end, voice small and a bit hopeful. Heâs looking at Mick as if Mick was the key to his very existence. Mick wants to reach out, though heâs not sure what he wants to do â hit the guy over the head and call him an idiot or kiss him.
âAmaya and the boss got it all wrong.â He grumbles instead. âThey tried to give this thing a spark, blood, flesh, breath, soul and the ability to kill. But they forgot about the other thing it needs. And thatâs why it turned into a rip off of the alchemist dead-brought-back-to-life thing.â
â.. .weâre not talking the TV adaptation are we because-â
âNot the point, Haircut.â Mickâs growl interrupts the guy and he huffs. âWe only managed the second time, because you gave the thing heart.â
âBut⊠I didnât do anything.â Ray says, but heâs staring at Mick, hanging on his every word, obviously wishing Mick was right. Well⊠Mick is.
âYou freed Darhk and helped to save his daughter. The water trinket bonded with you.â Pretty much like the death token did with Sara. It only worked when one of the true bearers put their heart into it. Which, of course ought to be Haircut. Haircut who is innocent and pure and stupid. Haircut, who was the real champion of the legends, not that blue furry thing. Because Haircut sacrificed his own heart and didnât even know about it.
Mick doesnât jump when Haircutâs hands clutch on his shoulders, but he does growl at being prevented from enjoying his beer once again.
âYou really mean that, donât you?â Haircut asks, begs for reassurance. âI gave Beebo the heart.â
âSounds retarded when you say it like that.â Mick points out, but Haircutâs not listening anymore. Heâs grinning, wide, happy and real this time. Mickâs glaring even though something in his chest settles finally and he canât tear his eyes away from the man in front of him, whoâs all but jumping on his feet.
âI gave Beebo the heart!â Haircut yells out again, as if there is anyone other than Mick to hear it, before he leans in, pressing his lips against Mick in a quick movement. âThanks, Mick! Best news I heard today!â He lets go of Mick and walks back to the lab table.
As if nothing happened. Mick blinks, once, twice. Heâs not even aware that heâs still holding his beer, not until he lifts his hand up and the beer bottle touches his mouth, pulling him out of his shock.
Haircut just kissed him and now heâs humming, tinkering with parts of his suit.
Mick growls, lets go of the bottle â hearing it break when it hits the floor but not caring in the slightest  - before marching over to the man.
âDid you just drop your beer? Mick?â
Haircut just kissed him and he didnât even notice.
Mick doesnât waste any time grabbing the back of Raymondâs neck and smashing their lips together. It might be a bit rougher than he meant to, but hell. At least the guy will be aware of it, this time.
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