#multiloquently

So, no, no one thinks this is a good idea. Hell, Barry doesn't think it's a good idea, but unfortunately it is the right thing to do. Everyone, including Eobard fucking Thawne, deserves at least one chance at a redeeming themselves. Also, Iron Heights spends so much money on horse tranquilizers? Like, just so much.

Barry looks at the collar in his hands a last time. Supposedly, it's tamper proof but he's not really sure what that's going to mean to someone like Eobard. He's not going to back out now, though. If this goes off the rails, yeah of course he's out, but he has to at least give Eobard a chance.

He pulls his mask down and runs his hand through his hair before nodding at the guards to let him in. They snap the doors closed behind him. Barry tilts his head a little as he comes inside, looking at Eobard upside down and offering a sheepish smile.

"Hey Eobard," he greets. "How are you- uh, actually, nevermind. I have some good news for you." He holds the antimeta collar in Eobard's view. "After arguing in your case for weeks, they've agreed to let you out on a trial parole. Uh, in my care, obviously. No one else would do it. Obviously..."

Oh this is such a bad idea.

Matt is in Keystone City on a favour of a favour for a friend of a friend of a friend. Normally, this wouldn't be his jurisdiction but he's not actually here as Daredevil. He's here as a lawyer- and one very good at defending vigilantes in court at that. 

But he wouldn't really file these two under the 'vigilante' title. 

Matt mouths some things quietly as he runs his fingers over page after page of the braille print outs provided. The stack is huge and he places each paper from one into another pile as he finishes them. This is a lot. This is- Matt runs his hand down the side of the stack but it definitely doesn't feel like it's gotten much shorter. He takes his hands off the papers and folds them on the table with a deep sigh. 

Ya'll straight trippin'.

"Mr. And Mr. Snart-Rory," Matt says. "I do understand your problem here, believe me. Having, at this point, at least three first degree murder charges, conspiracy to commit, not to mention accessory and accomplice charges on your records isn't good- especially for the younger members of your family. Your records are lengthy, yes, but obviously these are all, between the three of us, victimless crimes." 

‘fuck!’ grant hisses out the word furiously, shaking his hands out. ‘this makes no fucking sense!’ grant decides that he has no idea how he learned english at all. he’d failed at least one high school english class, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to learn a whole new fucking language. even if it’s finger language. the only finger language grant knows is a host of obscene gestures, and he’d thought himself pretty good before he met hartley.

❝ So take your best shot,