❄░ Leonard Snart

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Mick pressed a sloppy kiss to the giggling toddler’s cheek, then shifted to return Len’s welcome home greeting, “I’ve told ya to wear a raincoat.” It might look ridiculous, but Mick always walked away from bath time dry as when he’d stepped inside. And he’d keep doing it until she was old enough not to need them to keep her from drowning. Shifting her to his lip, ignoring the wet hair sticking to his cheek, he half-listened to her babble into his ear as he reached out his other arm to pull Len closer by his wet waistband, “Missed you.”

Len let himself be tugged in, a begrudging-yet-affectionate smile curling on his lips as he reached up to brush some of their daughter’s hair from Mick’s cheek. “ Missed you too, ” he said with a chaste kiss to the corner of Mick’s mouth. “ And now that you’re back, you and your raincoat can take tomorrow night’s bath shift. ” It wasn’t that Len minded spending time with their daughter; he just thought it was funny, watching Mick go head to head with their little sea monster at bath time. “ No events scheduled for tomorrow, by the way. I was thinking we could go to the park in the morning. She’s been asking to go skating for days. ” 

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Mick could play this game. Had played it for as long as he’d been old enough to understand there would always people who wanted more from him, and never be satisfied with what he could give. It’s what had sparked his cries for help as a child, and what had caused his father to toss him into the military at the first chance he’d gotten. The rigidity, and strict inflexibility of the military had given him the support he needed to control his urges, but what once had given him safety had, at some point, begun to chafe. That this man, the criminal behind bars, could see what so many others refused to, or didn’t care to, only pricked at that frustration in his chest, “Difference between you an’ me, is I still get to leave, an’ you never will. Or did you forget about the triple life sentence sitting on your head?”

Len had played the game enough times to know when he was gaining ground. Mick had an admirable poker face, but those eyes of his were as subtle as a brush fire. “ Of course, ” he drawls. “ Must have slipped my mind, the happy judge’s little power play. So easy to forget I’m in a prison. ” If his words were any drier, they’d have crumbled to dust as he dragged his fingers across the bar. “ Every prison has an escape hatch, handsome. But the first step to finding it? ” He leaned in, until his face nearly pressed against the bars. “ Is admitting you’re in one, Mick. ”

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“An’ what makes you think I’d ever come with you?” Why was he talking about this. Why was he even bothering. Mick knew better than to play into the criminal’s thought process. Had gone through years of training, and combat, to come this far in life, and if he’d had the occasional bout of aggressive behavior he’d been lauded for his efforts. To think he was anything like the man behind these bars was laughable, and yet–Mick still came back. Still listened to the venomous lies the man chose to spout, and still took those words back with him when he returned to the small matchbox of an apartment he lived in, despite being deemed a ‘hero’, time and time again. “From where I’m standin’, you got nothing but a lifetime stuck in an eight by ten box ahead of you.”

“ What makes you think you won’t? A few pats on the back, the odd atta boy? Or is it the frankly insulting salary that keeps you going back for more? If it’s the getup, I really wouldn’t mind if you kept it. I always liked a man in uniform. ” He just kept prodding for weak points. It wasn’t so much that any one of them was supposed to be a knockout punch; rather, each more was just a drop of water in a bucket. One by one, plink by plink, until it finally overflowed. Because Len knew what it felt like to be unappreciated, to be trapped by some desire to fill a role. And he knew how defeating it was to never be able to do it. “ Besides, I may be the one in the box, but we’re both trapped. ”

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Mick has just come off of a three-day rotation at the fire house, managed to put out four fires, single-handedly, and wanted nothing more than to collapse in his bed and sleep for three days straight. So it only stood to reason, that the moment he walked through his front door he’d hear the loud shriek of ‘Papa!’ followed by the hurried pitter patter of toddler sized feet racing down the hall towards him. He had just enough time to drop to a knee in time to catch the young child around the waist and lift them into the air with a low chuckle, “Who let you out of your cage?”

Len heard the door open just in time to lose his grip on a couple dozen pounds of squirming, recently-bathed four-year-old. He was a little slower going, legs sore and damn near asleep from kneeling on the bathroom floor while he tried to bathe their daughter. He had a towel slung over his shoulder as he padded down the hall, wiping his hands dry. He’d managed to get her in pajamas and get most of her wet hair combed, which was an accomplishment. “ She picked the lock and escaped, ” he said with a tired, indulgent smile. And of course, he had to lean in to steal a quick kiss, then grimace at the state of his shirt and sweatpants. “ She was in a splashy mood tonight. ”

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me, removing knife i have been stabbed with: ‘finders keepers’

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Mick’s lips twisted into a feral grin as his hands came up to press against the bars between them, “The difference between us, is I’m nothing like you.” Mick was better than the man in the cage. He had to believe that. Had to believe that everything he’d done for the last twenty years, everything he’d worked for in his life meant something. Or he really was no better then the convict he’d helped put behind bars. “And you’re going to spend the rest of your life, no matter how short behind bars, an’ I get to walk out those doors an’ never come back.”

Len’s crooked smile curled higher. “ That’s right. Keep telling yourself that, and maybe one day, you’ll actually believe it. ” Len knew a kindred spirit when he saw one. He’d never seen one before he saw the wildness in Mick’s eyes. They were opposites. Mick was all rough edges and barely concealed aggression; Len was honed and refined, and always playing the offensive in some way, shape, or form. Even if it was the long game. “ You’re not the idiot they say you are, Mick. You know a place like this can’t keep either of us locked away for long. And you play cold fish now, but I can tell you’re warming up to me. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone ... unless you come with me. ”

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Mick wouldn’t falter. He wouldn’t bend to this man’s will. Mick had stood, steadfast and unflappable, against countless threats throughout the years, had earned the stripes on his jacket, so what was it about this one particular man that seemed to itch under his skin. “Seems to me, you can have as much conviction as you want, but sooner, or later, everyone’s luck runs out.”

“ Luck is a story men tell themselves when their plans go to shit, ” Len said, uncharacteristically coarse. Luck was the story Lewis told himself when things went south. But luck was hard to punish, so something else    someone else    usually had to do. “ But I’ll play ball. What about your luck, Lieutenant? Because you can stand there in that shiny uniform and talk about atoning for our sins, but if I really am a sinner, then I’d say I’m in good company. I know you. I see that look in your eye. I know that itch under your skin that you just can’t scratch. How long do you think it’ll be before your luck runs out. Face it, Mick. The only difference between you and me is one bad day and a felony conviction. ”

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“Concern ain’t got nothin’ to do with it, convict. You’re in here to atone for your sins. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less, and I’m here to make sure that you stay that way.” For that matter, Mick shouldn’t even be there. The man behind the bars was clever enough to understand that, but as much as Mick knew he should stay away, he couldn’t. Coming back, day after day, to the same bright eyes, and wicked grin, and the fire burning in his belly, “You let yourself get roughed up by the guards, all you want, just remember you’re only still alive because we will it.”

“ Oooh, convict. That’s an interesting word, when you think about it. I was convicted, so now I’m a convict. Or is it that I have conviction? ” His fingers drummed the bars idly. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. “ Strange how a man without conviction isn’t much of a man at all, but a man with a conviction is somehow less than human. Is that what I am to you, Mick? Less than human? The freak in the cage. ” He leaned in, smiling with too many teeth. “ Let’s get one thing straight: I’m alive because nobody’s managed to kill me yet. And just between you and me, I don’t like your guards’ chances if they try to end my streak. ”

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“What is it, with you? Lieutenant, or Mick. Pick one and stick with it.” Better dispute the honorific use of his name, than the real reason he was there. The aching bite under his skin that had him returning twice in one week, when he really should’ve left the moment they’d tossed him behind a set of bars. “If you were really worried about the warden, you’d stop irritating your guards.”

    “ I haven’t decided yet. But when I do, you’ll be the first to know. ” He’d play along, talk about names and nothing while they danced around the real landmine. The waiting was half the fun    a little bit of build-up to the great crescendo. “ And it’s not my fault the guards can’t keep cool heads. You say one little thing and they get all bent out of shape. ” Len has the bruises to prove it, and the satisfaction of another weak point uncovered. “ Your concern is touching, though. Makes me feel all warm and terry-cloth fuzzy inside. ”

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earth-16 is the young justice cartoon world? like it's canon per DC

; i see your question and offer two answers. 

the first, and arguably more helpful answer, is that “canon” between dc comics, dc cartoons, and cw dc, is a mythological beast with as many heads as the lernaean hydra. this is especially true when it comes to the different “earths.” harkening all the way back to the dc tv of olde (s/mallville, hah), earth-2 has had at least 4 different incarnations between various live action shows and comic canon. by logical extension, any number of any earth could reasonably have as many iterations without flying in the face of the cataclysm that is dc canon compliance. so yes. earth-16 is the young justice cartoon world. and on this blog, earth-16 is a universe where leonard snart is a convict and mick rory is a lieutenant. and on some other blog, earth-16 may be a universe where barry allen chose classical ballet instead of forensics and now speeds his way through renditions of tchaikovsky’s the nutcracker to the delight of millions. 

the second, and certainly less long-winded answer, is that my amazing rp partner showed me a neato graphic, i got excited, and did it because i want to and i can. ✌️😉

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Captain Cold, if you had a genie and he can grant you one wish (EXCEPT contact/raise/control the dead, resurrect people, create life, give you immortality or grant you godhood), what kind of wish would you make?

      “ Peace on earth and good will toward men. Or is that two wishes? ” A shake of the head, a twitch of the lips. “ Wishes are for people who don’t know how to make things happen. Me? I prefer plans. No bottle-rubbing required. ”

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Coldwave Week: Day 4 (Alternate Earths) 

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       A smile curls on his lips when he hears a familiar set of heavy footfalls coming down the hall of the prison. “ Still haven’t gotten a grasp of visiting hours, have we, Lieutenant? Twice in a one week. Am I that special, or are you that lonely? ” 

       He rises from the bench, a languid and unhurried movement, like he’s rising to greet a house guest and not a straight-jawed uniform standing outside his cell. “ You should be careful, Mick. The warden’s spidey senses are getting all sorts of    ” he feigns a shiver “     tingly. I’d hate for him to get the wrong idea, freeze you out. ”

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timewantstohappen: 

For all the differences they’d had to overcome, they did have surprisingly a lot in common. And maybe now was a good moment to listen to Snart, even when a part of him was horrified at the very idea of it. Breaking out of everything he had once believed in wasn’t as easy as the crook probably thought it was.

“I’m afraid it doesn’t quite work that way,” Rip said with the hint of a smile, taking a long sip from his drink. “I can’t just decide to change how time travel works, there are rules, even for you, that cannot be broken.” A small grin. “But I get where you are going with this. Maybe some of them can be bent just a little.”

Raising a tired hand to his head, Rip pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I still believe in what the Council stood for, originally, what they had set out to do. Time lines need to be protected and someone needs to be aware of how important history is. Many of their rules make sense and they have secured our continued existence, now with them gone… who knows what kind of future we’re facing.”

And then there was the question of whether or not he was in any position of building something new when he had no idea how to go on and what to do with his own life for now.

There was a complication. Of course there was a complication. People didn’t just give up on the things that had motivated them for the better parts of their lives. Money, drugs, family, honor    everybody had their cross to bear, and shucking it was never as easy as they wanted it to be. It had taken Len too many decades and a bomb in his little sister’s neck to finally shed his baggage. Maybe Rip just hadn’t found the right crisis. 

He tipped his glass to one side, balancing it precariously between the table and his index finger. “Sounds to me like you’re a bubble bath away from your Eureka moment, Archimedes. But let’s see if I can’t speed the process up a little. You don’t need the people to keep the ideas. Just because they were arrogant, manipulative pricks doesn’t mean they didn’t know what they were talking about.” 

A lot of what Len knew about the thieving business, he picked up from Lewis and his various crews over the years. Did he like them? He wouldn’t spit on them if they were on fire. Most of them were dead and gone, some of them by Len’s own hand, and good riddance for it. But that didn’t make the skills any less useful. Picking locks, rewiring alarms, lifting wallets. The list went on. 

“You can learn a lot of handy things from people you’d rather forget. The time lines need protecting. You’ve got a time ship. I’d say that makes you uniquely qualified.” He shrugged, swiping his glass off the table and leaning back in his chair. “But that’s none of my business.”

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peaceific:

“One civil servant, yeah? Man, I’m damn lucky, then.” And he was, all joking aside. Noah knew his life was fairly different than Len’s, and damn, he did appreciate what the man did for him, and how he was willing to be close to him in the first place. 

Of course, there was a small part that kept reminding him that maybe, just maybe Len was merely around him that much in order to keep track of his actions. If Len was busy with any kind of illegal activity? It surely came in handy to keep an eye on Noah, a cop. That wasn’t something he wanted to consider right now, though, not as long as Len didn’t give him a reason to. Still, better safe than sorry, right? It was a contemplation worth keeping in his mind.

“– I think I might be a little bit predictable. I should be worried, but, you know, it’s not the worst thing for someone I’m dating to know what I want on my pizza.” Silence for some moments - okay, those words had slipped. They had never used the d-word before (not that d-word, anyway), but Noah .. simply couldn’t get himself to regret it. 

“I don’t know. I’m feeling pretty lucky, myself.” Noah was ... different. Novel. Len had grown up around a certain breed of person, and when he’d set out on his own, he’d wound up surrounding himself with largely the same kinds of people. Criminals. Crooks. Cons. Call it his comfort zone. His niche. He picked his crews a lot better, learned from his old man’s mistakes, but the fact remained that his only interactions with decent, upstanding people tended to be from the other side of a gun. 

And then Noah came along, and so much for the status quo. Noah split the difference between conventional morality and the self-righteous, good for goodness sake types that drove Len up the wall. He was a walking, talking middle ground, and there was something about him that was just ... disarming. To someone like Len, who was used to spending his life on his guard, it could be a little disconcerting. But it was also new and interesting, and Len was a sucker for interesting. And a sucker for Noah, as it turned out. 

His eyebrow ticked up at Noah’s slip of the tongue. “Dating?” He tested the word on his tongue and decided he didn’t mind it. His lips curled in a slow, teasing smile. “Noah Tomás Ribeiro, does this mean we’re going steady?” 

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Wentworth Miller in Ghost Whisperer (2005)