len looks up from his carefully balanced lounging on the couch (legs up on the back) at the sudden entrance of one Barry Allen into his warehouse. Where he’s alone. He wonders if Barry scoped the place out first, because he’s not in his Flash suit.
either way, Len stands up and puts his magazine aside, crosses his arms. “i heard you were all tied up.”
barry scowls, “and then some. that’s why i’m here. you need to get them to stop. i’m this close to losing my job.”
len narrows his eyes. “so stop showing up in civilian clothes to heists.”
“wha – i’m not planning this! this isn’t a thing I do on purpose! the rogues are stalking me!”
he wasn’t planning this? that’s news to Len, who figured with how many times it had happened… could it really be coincidence? “why would my rogues stalk you?”
he opens his mouth, about to inform barry of his ‘good luck charm’ status (but no doubt he already knows that?) when a thought occurs to him and he clicks his mouth closed again.
he’s going to kill those bastards.
“what?” barry asks to his silence.
“you look ready to murder.”
he wishes he had any better way to say this. “they’re playing… matchmaker.”
to his surprise, barry doesn’t seem so surprised at all. in fact, he’s scratching the back of his head and muttering ‘told mark we weren’t dating’ under his breath.
len arches his eyebrow. “they told you?”
“no! no not so… much. mark might’ve hinted. and… shawna probably thought that was a date with iris, and rosa seems jealous sometimes and– wow. all of them have hinted. hartley’s comments… oh that suddenly makes sense.”
and now he blushes, of course. len itches to show Piper the business side of his gun for whatever salacious comments he made, but also sort of wants to thank him because now he’s been gifted with the sight of a flustered barry allen putting something together inside his head.
“i’ll call them off. make them plan heists that don’t involve stalking your social life.”
“right. um. thanks. or–.”
he looks nervous, casting a glance to the side. “i just– y’know, they might stop if we actually…”
len steps around the coffee table, trying to hold himself in check. “Actually?” he prompts, because barry seems to be warring with himself internally. he’s always rushing in, so to see him conflicted is a bit new to len, really.
“the rogues can keep a secret.” that sounded too eager. len glares at barry because it’s obviously his fault.
and barry scoffs. “yeah right.”
“they can when i make them.”
barry swallows. “i want to keep my job. but i also think i might want…” he steps forward and len forgets to breathe for a second because barry allen planted a flutter-light kiss right on his lips, hands gentle on the sides of len’s face before retreating.
he’s grinning. of course he is. he’s barry allen. he looks dazzling. len is going to murder the rogues and then resurrect them to thank them.
“tell them to stop kidnapping me and maybe we can see where this goes.”