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"You're out of the Rogues!"

“Oi, what’d I do this time, Shivers!?” Digger leaned back in his chair precariously, dangling a near-empty bottle in front of his face and sloshing the liquid around.

“…‘Sides, I thought you already kicked me out a while back. How can ya get rid a me if I wasn’t already part a th’ gang again?” He smirked annoyingly. “Admit it, ya can’t keep track a this crap anymore…an deep, deep down ya like havin’ me around!”

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Digger huffed as he was scolded by his partner, though he did little more than that. It seemed he was complacent in taking the brunt of their misfortune, shrugging it off as they continued to make their way to the nearest safe house.

–

At the hideout, they could lie low for a bit and prepare for whatever came next. Digger was hoping that would include a quick nap and maybe a pint or two, but as usual, it seemed Snart had other plans. He groaned at the idea of packing a bag and heading back out on the road, childishly making a show of stuffing a duffel bag full with supplies.

“I know we’re in a bit of a hurry here, but where are we even heading to next? Shouldn’t we take a minute or two t’rest up, maybe put together a plan?” The Aussie zipped up the bag to punctuate his question, giving it a good pat now that it was full. “We did a damn good job distracting the lawmen. I’m sure that’ll be enough to throw ‘em off our tail an’ keep ‘em busy while we figure something out-”

As if summoned by his words, Digger pursed his lips at the faint sound of sirens once again heading in their direction. He didn’t have to look in Snart’s direction to see the dour expression he was surely throwing in the Aussie’s general direction. His own face fell and he looked up at the decaying ceiling as if to stare up at God, pleading for a small miracle …or a spare couple of minutes to escape without getting shot at.

“Yeah, yeah… I don’t wanna hear it.” He waved a hand dismissively and slung the duffel bag over his shoulder. His weapon supply thankfully replenished, Digger pulled a ‘rang from his coat and set the explosives timer. “I’ll be right behind ya.”

The sirens had started to echo nearby, meaning that it was their cue to head out of the hideout and find a new place to hole themselves up in until the cops back off and they can go back to thieving again. Snart was still annoyed as hell at Digger still, because the plan went south and the artifact was now deemed useless. There was no saying HOW the artifact broke, but Len had decided that he was blaming the other for it.

Stuffing the rest that he could into his own duffel bag, he zipped it up and slung it over his own shoulder after Harkness did so. Eyes narrowed for a moment, the thief contemplating whether he should scold the other or if he should wait for later since they had more important things to worry about right now---

Yeah, the latter seemed more reasonable.

However...

As they walked briskly away from the abandoned warehouse, he couldn’t help but bring it up. “I told you that this was your ticket to redemption, but now our artifact is BROKEN. How do you plan on fixing this problem, Harkness?” he asked bitterly.

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“Hey now-!” Digger scowled, his tiny features screwing together as he faced Snart’s mocking comments. He was interrupted before he could further dig himself a child-sized grave, though the mention of a ‘onesie’ made him roll his eyes rather sarcastically. Toddling after Snart, he attempted a defense.

“What’re y’acting all sore at me for? Listen, I didn’t mean to turn myself into a bloody child!” He waved his arms about dramatically. “Where we goin’ anyway? What’s the plan, Snart?”

The other man didn’t seem to be paying his words much attention, as he had gained quite a bit of distance, Digger’s stride no longer long enough to keep up as easily. They had left the hideout and entered the cluttered alleyway, thankfully devoid of any people at the moment. It seemed the only living creatures mulling about seemed to be the occasional rat, though Digger could’ve sworn he heard an errant hiss coming from a toppled-over trashcan situated between a storage shed and another building. A cat perhaps, looking for scraps? He switched directions, paying his partner no mind, and headed towards the sounds. Sure enough, a flea-bitten feline cowered among the bins, a low growl rumbling in its chest. For whatever reason, he reached out towards the creature. It’s fur was matted and patchy, but it definitely looked like it needed to be petted.

“Ow! Wanker!” He jerked his injured hand back and fell flat on his bum, tears once again stinging at his eyes. Why had he gone and done that? Of course it wasn’t going to want any pets from some bratty child! He cursed under his breath and cradled his bloody fingers.

Ignoring Digger’s complaints and questions, Snart continued to be on the lookout for some place that he could easily slip into before any first shift-ers showed to open shop. Thankfully there was not a single soul to be seen throughout the streets, which let Snart waltz through the streets with ease.

Not too long after, there was a youngster clothing store that had enough things for someone around Digger’s current age---?----and so he finally turned around to meet eyes with his young partner. That is, he would have if there was anyone behind him to meet eyes with. Snart breathed in sharply, holding his breath while he closed his eyes tightly; he felt his insides twist for a few moments before he let all that stress out via air and started frantically searching for the other.

This place will start seeing cars driving by anytime, now. This is bad. I need to get Digger now!

“Hey! Digger!” he called out in a loud whisper, not wanting to draw attention to himself. “Digger!!! Di---” And then he saw him: the young kid seemed upset about something, and then Captain Cold noticed that their fingers were bloody once he walked close enough to him.

“What in the world did you do this time?” he asked sternly, leaning forward so he was closer to the height of the other, hands on hips. “Why the heck are you bleeding?” If Digger didn’t know any better, he might have assumed that Snart was going big brother mode on him. He would be correct, actually; not that Leonoard would admit to it ever.

“I don’t have any form of first aid on me right now, so you’ll have to wait until we get back to our hideout. We need to hurry, though, because shops will start opening now.” He then paused, thinking deeply for a few moments. There was a sigh that followed as he thought about how Digger might get sidetracked again and then they would be in big trouble, so he begrudgingly twirled around, kneeled, and motioned for his partner to hop onto his back. He always gave Lisa piggy-back rides, but he had never expected to be giving one to the one and only Captain Boomerang.

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The sudden weight of his partner’s hand on his shoulder gave him pause. He clammed up at the gesture, the two staring tensely at the other. It was an odd moment, to be sure, and for more reasons than one. Digger furrowed his brows at Snart, his eyes squinting in a mixture of confusion and annoyance. He side-eyed his partner’s hand, still on his now-sleight shoulder.

“A ‘course it’s me, y’idiot! Who d’ya think it was?” Huffing loudly in frustration, he stomped a foot on the ground as he spoke. He was aware, in a way, that he most certainly did not look like his usual self, but that didn’t stop him from acting ornery as ever. “Is Snart in there? D’ya need me to check in on ya, too?” He rapped his knuckles lightly against the other man’s forehead and sneered.

His trench coat and pants pooled at their feet, Digger’s dingy undershirt being the only item that seemed to cling to the child’s body he was now in. He shifted uncomfortably, shrugging to keep the collar from drooping off his shoulders. Even more than out-of-sorts, Digger felt embarrassed. Here he was, helpless, confused, and more than a little scared about what was going on. He was at the mercy of his partner, who was very easy to irritate, and he had an impressive knack for pissing Snart off in record time. Kicking lightly at the concrete floors, Digger turned his eyes downward and frowned.

“Can we jus’ get me somethin’ to wear before y’start tellin’ me how this is all my fault?”

A look of annoyance was given in return to Digger’s blunt response, especially the knock to his forehead---his fingers felt so soft???---but soon the child-Boomerang realized the weight of his words and decided to backtrack. That’s what I thought you said, he wanted to say, but there was no time to be petty at this time around because he had bigger fish to fry at the moment.

Then, suddenly, his concerns from yesterday started pooling into his brain as he remembered the strange mist that emanated from the bag that they threw the artifact and many other knickknacks in from their museum heist. A hand flew up to his face, to which palm smacked forehead in an act of dismay.

He stood up quickly and looked off into the distance rather dramatically, eyes narrowing at one of the windows that the sun was cracking through. “Of course. It had to have been something that we took from the museum that caused this.” Snart then looked back down at Digger, a mocking scoff forcing its way out before he could contain it. “My, my, my,” he mused, “How the mighty have fallen.”

“Look here, you little twerp,” he then kneeled down in front of the other again. “I don’t know what’s happening here, but we will find you some fitting clothes---how does a onesie sound?---and then we are going to search through all of the extra artifacts you stole last night. We are going to find the source of all this and get you back in tiptop shape.”

“I don’t want to watch you any longer than I have to---I never enjoyed babysitting. Even Lisa.” Pause. “All right, just keep that shirt on for now and we’ll ransack a baby store that’s around here before they open shop.”

Immediately after, Snart strode without looking behind him to see if the other was following him. He’ll manage, he thought to himself, trying to veer his mind away from any worry that the artifact might do other things to them.

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Digger floundered about on the floor, tangled in the mess of blankets. One leg remained twisted up in the hammock while he struggled to regain his senses after being knocked out of his resting place.

“Oi! What’s the big idea? Knockin’ me outta bed like th-….!” He clapped both hands, now quite tiny, over his mouth in surprise. Digger stared, wide-eyed, up at his partner in crime. He was still splayed out on the ground, flat on his back with Snart standing over him. Hesitantly, he let his hands fall away from his face so that he could get a better look at the appendages. They were unrecognizable as his own, though the digits wiggling in front of his eyes were corresponding with the movements he felt. Slowly, he peered down at the blankets and what he now recognized as his own, very baggy clothes that he was currently wrapped up in.

He felt…wrong. Smaller. When did Snart get so tall? Why were he clothes so huge? Whose tiny voice was that? Why did his hands look so soft and his fingers so short? And goddamn it, why was the room spinning?

Digger finally managed to wrestle his leg from the hammock and sit upright. Neither man said a word as he reached up to touch his hair and face, exploring and searching for what else could have possibly changed. He pulled at his cheeks where his stubble should have been, his heart rate rising more by the second. Confusion began to register as panic, his vision starting to blur as tears welled in his eyes. Visibly shaken, he looked up at Snart again and swallowed thickly, pushing back the urge to choke out a sob.

“W-what’s… what’s g-goin’ on…?”

The deafening sound of his own pulse in his ears was blocking out any ambient sounds; If Snart had replied, Digger certainly hadn’t heard it. His lower lip wobbled as he mumbled a bit to himself and clutched the lapels of his trench coat.

“…Motherfu- WHAT’S HAPPENED TO ME!?”

Curious how one moment can seem like normal routine but it can change within a split second and be the most unordinary and unprecedented thing that has ever happened. This is what happened to Leonard Snart after he kicked out of the hammock what he thought was Digger Harkness; what he found in store for himself was something, very, very different.

“What the actual---” He watched in confusion and amazement as he saw the small child before him speak the way that his partner would speak, except with a tinier voice and size. One eyebrow raised as the child lifted himself and screamed at him in a high-pitched and deafening tone.

Eyes closed and twitched under eyelids in annoyance at the sound, eyebrows furrowed gently but not enough to show any sign of disdain or rage. He was Captain COLD, not Captain HOT---although his fans might disagree with that ;)---and so he needed to keep calm and figure out what the shit is happening.

He walked up to the screaming child and squatted in front of him, one hand landing roughly on the kid’s shoulder as he stared intensely into his eyes. A few moments of silence passed with the two staring at one another before Snart decided to finally speak up:

“Listen here, kid. I don’t know what’s going on here. I can’t believe I’m asking you this question, but you better answer truthfully.” He cleared his throat, his stare still intense. “Digger, is that you in there?”

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Stumbling and catching himself before he tumbled to the ground, Digger began to run, as instructed. He wore a comically wide-eyed expression as he was tossed the loot bag and told to scram as fast as possible.

“Never fast enough with you around…” He grumbled.

He realized he was most definitely being ignored after listening to Snart and Flasher exchange witty repartee for a while. Rolling his eyes, he opened his mouth to interject some commentary of his own, though he stopped short at the sudden warmth growing from the duffel bag in his arms.

“W-what the-…!”

The bag slipped from his grasp as smoke erupted from its seams, swirling around them as if it were alive. Digger felt lightheaded, as if something in the mysterious fog were seeping into his body and soul. Then, almost as suddenly as it had appeared, the smoke began to dissipate and the area around them once again became clear. Their surroundings had definitely changed. He heard his partner before he saw him.

“Did I ever… What d’you think all that nonsense was?” The alleyway lay open before them, no sign of the speedster in sight. Part of Digger wanted to question their circumstances more, but a larger part of him was giddy with relief at their incredible escape. Without waiting for a response, he clapped his hands together and picked up the duffel bag that was now lying at his feet. “Well whatever it was…” He slung the sack over his shoulder and laughed. “It deserves our gratitude. Look at us: We’re in the clear, Mate!”

Once they’d gotten their bearings, he recalled a run-down storage facility situated not far from the alley they found themselves in. More hearty laughter and a quick pocket check for loot, and Digger was off, bounding down the alleyway to the nearest Rogues hideout.

–

Digger was quite pleased with their adventure. So pleased, in fact, that he’d hardly heard a word from Snart, if he’d said much at all. Actually, he was feeling oddly sleepy… He chalked it up to the running away and late-night planning, not to mention ol’ Flasher showing up and giving them a good scare. No, there would be no scolding from Cold tonight. Digger was already climbing into the haggard little hammock he’d constructed, eyes drooping and a tired smile resting on his features.

“No idea,” Snart answered Digger’s question about the circumstances surrounding the strange smoke that transported them across the block. He eyed the bag suspiciously at first, but did not have enough time to think through what had just happened because Harkness bolted towards one of their usual hideouts. Despite this seeming just short of a miracle, Snart could not shake off the strange and daunting air that lay heavily on his shoulders. He decided to ignore it for now and not look a gift horse in the mouth, but he was sure as hell going to investigate this situation tomorrow, first thing in the morning.

---

By the time they arrived at the abandoned storage facility, Leonard had already lost some interest in the mystery of the smoke that dispelled from the duffel bag. He honestly had nothing to say to Digger about the heist because it went surprisingly well, even with Flash showing up and interrupting his near-perfect plan. He obviously was not going to compliment Boomerang on the good work he did because there was no way that he would allow for the aussie to grow a big head---that would only backfire, and Snart did not want that.

Once they had settled in, Harkness seemed to have gotten tired, and Snart started to yawn more frequently than he would have liked. He set up his own hammock a little ways from his partner-in-crime and crawled in soon after, staring at the tattered and rusty ceiling above them. All he could think about was the amount of money that they would make with the artifact, but the moment right before he fell asleep, an inkling of worry slipped into his mind as he briefly recalled the incident from earlier.

---

The next morning at daybreak, Snart awoke with the sharp and cacophonous default alarm on his phone. A long stretch was in order as a loud sigh was exhaled, blue eyes darting over to Harkness’ hammock only to see that the nincompoop hadn’t woken up yet. “Hey! Boomerang---wake up! We need to get out of here pronto before they can sniff us out.”

Nothing.

“Hey! Are you listening to me or what?” He jumped from his hammock and walked over to his partner’s slowly, eyebrows furrowed as he saw the shape of the other still under a blanket. “Digger, I don’t know what you’re doing, but it isn’t a game I would like to play,” he said cooly before kicking the other out of the hammock. Weird, he thought to himself, he felt a lot lighter than usual this time.

He then looked over and around the hammock to scold his partner only to be flabbergasted by the sight he saw before him. Where Harkness should have been---

“What in the world...?!”

---a small child took his place.

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“So….this thing. It’s worth a lot of money, yeah?” Digger eyed the object in his partner’s hand suspiciously. It looked awfully conventional, like one of a million other useless pieces in a typical art exhibition. To make matters worse, it was also not very big or shiny… and, in most of his personal experiences, the bigger or shinier the object, the heavier he’d find his pockets.

He scratched at the stubble on his chin and straightened his posture, having leaned over to get a better look at the unimpressive little sculpture. It was shaped vaguely like a hand, with the index finger outstretched and pointing, though a little stubby and worn down from age. He was sure Snart had said something about what it was for in the past, but the explanation was long since lost to him now. For a moment, he pondered asking what the artifact’s deal was again, but thought better of it once he realized he’d just get a dirty look paired with his partner’s signature eye roll.

Instead, Digger took his time examining the rest of the room for any valuables that stood out. They didn’t have a lot of time to peruse the exhibitions, nor did they have the manpower to haul some of the larger, more valuable-looking items. Nope, this would have to be a quick job. One-and-done, in-and-out, no time to waste, grab what you can. Digger nodded to himself and stuffed a few ancient beads into his pockets, along with some rather battered gold coins. He was about to plunder another display case when a sharp gust of wind pushed him back and had him in a near-360 spin.

“What th- !?”

“Yeesh, haven’t seen you two working together in a while. What’s the occasion, Captains?”

Digger glowered at the speedster, though he could feel the beginnings of a grin tugging at his cheeks. It certainly had been a hot minute since they’d faced off like this. Unfortunately, the rogues weren’t in any mood to head back to Iron Heights so soon.

“Hello, Flash,” Snart greeted the scarlet speedster as if he were just a distant acquaintance that he had encountered on a random walk in a park. “Fancy seeing you here,” he spoke smoothly while stuffing the artifact into the duffle bag he had slung over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” The Flash replied with a scoff, “You, too. Now, let’s talk business: am I gonna have to take that from you or will you have a change of heart and hand it back over to me?” The stupid grin that splayed across the superhero’s face only caused Leonard to smirk back defiantly.

“Oh, you know that my heart is stone cold,” he replied with his defiance still evident in the way he held himself. He shoved the duffle bag into Digger’s arms and immediately pulled out his cold gun from the holster on his leg and sprayed the ice at The Flash as well as the entirety of the floor that separated the criminals from the superhero.

“Go, go, go!” He pushed his partner-in-crime so they could run out of the room as quickly as possible, but of course the fastest man alive would not be held back by simple parlor tricks. Once they left the building, they saw The Flash before them, standing in that ridiculous pose with his hands on his hips and legs spread a little too far apart. Barry Allen, I swear...

“Forreal? You thought that would work on me? C’mon, Snart, you gotta give me some more credit!” The speedster was obviously pleased with himself, which irked but also entertained Leonard.

“Flash, Flash, Flash, always keeping me on my toes.” Before he could even think do to something, the duffle bag had fallen out of Captain Boomerang’s hands and smoke suddenly started to envelope them. If Snart didn’t know any better, he would have said that it felt like some sort of magical spell that was cast onto the two of them.

It did not take much longer before the dust cleared, but he could tell that they weren’t outside of the museum with The Flash in front of them anymore. They were actually a block or two away, in a random alleyway.

“What the--Harkness, did you see that???” he asked, confusion evident in his voice.

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Hi, to be honest I was just going to message you to compliment your art, it's really unique and adorable, so thank you for sharing it, it's always up lifting. But yeah... I got this idea and I have to ask, it would be lovely if you could draw Leonard Snart with a cat (or many, as you prefer). If you don't feel like doing it that's cool too, I love your art :D

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This is delightful and adorable, and the headcanon is definitely accepted :D

"You're out of the Rogues!"

“Oi, what’d I do this time, Shivers!?” Digger leaned back in his chair precariously, dangling a near-empty bottle in front of his face and sloshing the liquid around.

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“Wha- hey!” Digger tried and failed to catch the broken piece of artifact that had been tossed so unceremoniously at his face. It caught him square in the chin before clattering weakly to the grubby concrete.

Grumbling, he kicked the shard of bone lying at his feet and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Stupid thing wasn’t very sturdy now was it?”

Part of him wanted to scavenge the remaining pieces of bone in case they might manage to pawn it off on somebody dumber than themselves. The other part of him wanted to take out his frustrations from the botched heist and pulverize the damn thing into dust. After giving the artifact a good, solid glare, Digger moved on and followed after his partner down the alleyway. Seeming to have easily brushed off the other man’s earlier irritation, he tagged along almost amicably.

“So, what now? We off to th’ hideout? S’probably a good idea to lie low for th’ time being.”

A small sigh came in response to Digger’s sudden change in mood, Len’s hands reaching deep into his pockets after he secured his gun in the holster on his leg. Without looking over at his partner, he responded quickly: “Why so chipper? It’s like we didn’t just have a whole plan fall over our heads---oh, wait, but we did.” The man was obviously still bitter about the plan going south, especially with the smell of victory at their disposal only to have it spit back at them and laugh in their faces.

“I suppose the hideout would be the best place now that the coppers will be all over the city looking for us. No one is going to have a hard time ID’ing us, especially since there was you flaunting your boomerangs at the entire audience.” However, that was actually part of the plan, so Snart would have to blame himself for that. Still, he would not do that in front of his companion. He would not give him that satisfaction.

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After a few brisk minutes of walking diligently through the shadows of the streets, the two Rogues made it to their hideaway. It was an abandoned building in a part of town that people would not dare go if they weren’t criminals, so it was a great spot to hide out. Everyone knew not to mess with the Rogues---Snart made sure of that---so they could leave their spot alone for weeks and come back to everything in the exact state they were in when they left.

Leonard took his gun from the holster and dropped it onto the nearest, empty table dramatically before turning to Digger and crossing his arms over his chest. “We need to be quick about this, because who knows how competent the cops have gotten now with the help of the Flash. There are bags filled with emergency-type items---go ahead and look through them and see what we should bring. We need to pack light, but we also need to grab all the essentials.”

With that, Captain Cold moved over to one corner of the room and started to search through a pile of bags that were there as he grabbed wads of cash, weapons, and food supplies.

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"You're out of the Rogues!"

“Oi, what’d I do this time, Shivers!?” Digger leaned back in his chair precariously, dangling a near-empty bottle in front of his face and sloshing the liquid around.

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Somehow, they’d managed to disappear from the crime scene with their butts intact, no cops or pesky “heroes” in sight to snatch them up and haul the pair off to prison. Digger leaned over, one hand on his thigh and the other against the alley walls supporting his weight. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs as they took a moment to catch their breath.

“That was close…” His words a whisper as he struggled to take in more oxygen. “…We…-huff- we should probably get movin’ again-… what.” Digger stopped mid-sentence and looked up at his partner in crime. His expression cycled from confused and curious to flat and vindicated as he recognized the disapproving tone of his companion.

“What now?” He straightened up to his full height and cocked his head to the side, a defensive edge tinged his voice. “Before you get to scolding me like a child, that idiot policewoman screwed up me ‘rang’s trajectory. Th’ explosion went off as planned….just… a little more to the left than we’d’ve liked. ‘Sides…” Digger shrugged and gestured at the stolen artifact that somehow made it out of the building with them. “We got the thingy, right? That’s a win if I’ve ever seen one! …Granted I haven’t seen many but that’s neither here nor there, mate.”

His tone was an odd mix of overconfidence and insecurity, adjectives at odds with each other, but which seemed to often permeate the air around the Australian.

“Really?” Snart asked incredulously, the annoyance dripping from his words. He pushed himself off the wall once he was feeling better again, placing his hands on his hips as he looked Digger in the eyes, nice and long. “Maybe I should have made myself clear when I told you the rules of the heist---throw away the plan isn’t the first step, y’hear?” He let out a small groan and brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose, massaging the area because he was starting to feel some sort of headache grow from all the frustration he was feeling.

“Yes, at least we have the artifact,” he said, emphasizing the correct word for the object that they had stolen from the museum: the bone of the homo ere-whatever, carbon-dated earlier than any other records in the history of science. Snart did not quite care for the subject, but it did bring in a lot of money, so he was all for it. Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed the long bone and held it out for Harkness to see.

“Look at its beauty, Digger---this bad boy will make us thousands! Just imagine all of the---” Without warning, and interrupting Captain Cold’s speech, the artifact broke in half and the half not held onto by his fingers fell onto the cold, hard ground.

“...”

And with that, Leonard chucked the remaining half of the artifact at Digger’s face and walked farther into the alleyway angrily.

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Nicely done, and you’ve conveyed his feelings so well with just his eyes :)

"You're out of the Rogues!"

“Oi, what’d I do this time, Shivers!?” Digger leaned back in his chair precariously, dangling a near-empty bottle in front of his face and sloshing the liquid around.

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”Cripes…” Digger rolled his eyes and shook his head dramatically. “Awright, which one a you buggers called for the paddy wagon?” He elbowed a foolishly ‘brave’ security guard in the nose as he meandered through the chaos. Some of the screaming had died down, and the sirens blaring in the distance finally cut through the tense atmosphere of the museum. The Aussie tutted at the crowd, looking disappointed in his audience. “S’shame… the fun’s about t’be cut short. But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to leave ya with a parting gift, courtesy of your friendly neighborhood captains o’ crime!”

His hand slipped into his coat and revealed a set of particularly nasty-looking boomerangs. Bits of quick-rigged wiring twisted around the weapons, implying a purpose other than the usual slice and dice. A devilish grin split Digger’s cheeks as he drew back his arms, ready to throw. The sound of frozen glass being shattered gave him his cue and he let loose the modified ‘rangs.

“Hands up!”

“Shit!”

Digger stuttered, his momentum carrying him forward more than he’d intended after being surprised. How’d that cop slip in so quickly!? The sirens sounded at least a block away! But the damage was done. His boomerangs arced through the air and towards the ceiling, albeit at a disrupted trajectory. Digger’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, shoulders sagging. He stared dumbly as they flew away from him, the cop at his side lowering her gun in the same stupor.

Contact.

Explosion.

Excitingly, brilliantly massive damage…

The place was coming down. If only he weren’t still inside!

“Snart!” He blinked and suddenly turned heel, pushing past the police officer and shouting over his shoulder. “We gotta GO!”

Immediately upon the sirens wailing, Snart smashed the second layer of protection around the artifact and took it out of the now-broken case, slipping it into his pocket as he watched, in horror, Harkness miss his target and launch his boomerang at the ceiling of the museum. “Great,” he muttered under his breath and rolled his eyes before removing the goggles from his face and rushing to the doorway that he came from only to see that it was blocked off by fallen rubble. “Harkness,” he complained with another roll of his eyes and rushed over to the front door where Captain Boomerang had entered since their plan was overturned and literally falling apart.

“Quick, Digger! Turn the corner as soon as we head out!” he shouted at his partner-in-crime and rushed outside before turning around the left corner and booking it for an alleyway that was hidden away from all the commotion of the police cars and now firetrucks and ambulances that surrounded the front of the building. The forces were dealing with saving the hundreds of people within the museum, meaning that the two Rogues were not on their minds at the moment.

Thank god.

Once they were out of sight, Captain Cold leaned his back against one of the brick walls in the alleyway, huffing and puffing as he tried to regain his breath. It took a few minutes, but once it was back, he looked over at his companion and squinted at him accusingly.

“Digger,” he said sharply, his voice cold.

#para;#captainboomrang

"You're out of the Rogues!"

“Oi, what’d I do this time, Shivers!?” Digger leaned back in his chair precariously, dangling a near-empty bottle in front of his face and sloshing the liquid around.

captainboomrang:

Digger let his head fall back as he downed the rest of his beer before slamming the empty bottle on the table and grinning. “Can’t wait, luv.” He winked.

–

The Aussie strutted up the steps of the museum, stopping at his partner’s side. He swiped the back of his hand across his nose, sniffling slightly at the chilly November air. He peered up at the building, their brief overview of its floor plans running through his mind as he scanned the windows for movement. He couldn’t have stopped the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth if he’d wanted to. It was the perfect plan, but then, Snart’s usually were. Bust in, make some threats, provide a little show for the attendees and security while his partner grabbed the goods… easy as pie and twice the fun of eating a slice.

“Right, Mate…” Digger turned towards Snart and clicked his tongue, nodding towards the museum. “S’pose it’s about time I make my entrance. Front door’s as good as any, eh?”

–

Inside the museum, guests milled about, socializing and showing their appreciation for the artifacts on display. Security was light but well-dispersed, so as not to detract from the festivities. At the center of the gathering sat several glass cases, of which the guests buzzed about pleasantly. Therein lay the thieves’ mark, the center of attention… though not for much longer.

A flash of silver whizzed by one of the patrons and lodged itself into a nearby sculpture case. A brief hush fell over the room before the silence was decimated by a concentrated explosion. Shouts filled the museum as guards scrambled and guests ran for cover.

“Well, well now, folks! Looks like m’invite got lost in the mail. A shame, really. I’ve been told I really liven up the party!” Digger sauntered into the building, arms open and palms up, as if he were the guest of honor. People tripped as they ran through the main hall of the museum, diving behind columns and realizing a bit too late that the back entrances had been blocked off from the other side. “Aw, leavin’ so soon?” He barked out a laugh and let loose a flurry of boomerangs, obviously having a grand time. “Why don’t y’stay a while. We ain’t even had dessert yet!”

Make the plan.

Leonard stood at the top of the museum with his glasses on his face and his hood pulled over his head, his cold gun slung over his shoulder. Neither of the thieves gave a flying shit about being there in the light of day, and no one else seemed to really notice either, so why the hell not?

He heard his partner walk up the steps, and once he was within his peripheral and spoke, Snart couldn’t help but scoff slightly. “Yes, just don’t forget the plan. Got it?”

–

Execute the plan.

Harkness was going to be distracting everyone in the building so Snart could sneak in and snatch the artifact unbeknownst to the people within the building. He made his way through one of the side doors once his partner was in the limelight—all security had their eyes on the boomerang man and did not notice the cold man sliding in from the side.

Looks like Digger was having a grand ole time entertaining his audience—let’s hope he doesn’t get carried away, Snart thought to himself as he zipped passed the baffled attendees and through the different artifacts in search for that one. It didn’t take long to find, but there was double glass protection around it than anticipated.

Expect the plan to go off the rails.

All right, not a big deal, Snart thought to himself as he aimed his cold gun at the glass and shot a big stream until it was completely covered in ice. He then shattered that glass with his fist and quickly started streaming ice onto the second layer of glass---unfortunately, by that time, he could hear sirens off in the distance. Shit.

He looked up towards Harkness, hoping that he had also heard the police sirens. This took longer than planned, which means that there was only one more thing left to do:

Throw away the plan.

#para;#captainboomrang

captainbaddecisions

Yes. The worst kind.

Also if Mark ain’t Pharah main then what’s the point

#[ fucking. dead! ]#( lenny; )#( mick; )#[ outofcoldguns ]

An absolutely fantastic piece, and I’m sure this has happened more times than Mick would ever like to remember :D Love that wicked face in the last panel!

ramonindustries

the three stages of leonard snart fangirling (insp.)

#[ LITERALLY. ME!!!!!#gdi snart ]#( lenny; )#[ outofcoldguns ]

okayu0317

敵だけどたまに相談できる相手°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

#[ omg this is so cute ]#( lenny; )#( barry; )#[ outofcoldguns ]#queue;#it had to be queue;

Absolutely delightful, and so cute :D

"You're out of the Rogues!"

“Oi, what’d I do this time, Shivers!?” Digger leaned back in his chair precariously, dangling a near-empty bottle in front of his face and sloshing the liquid around.