#mobster!mick

[stars-of-nixie]

For Nonnie, who asked for Coldflashwave, 1920s Speakeasy.

“You tell Thawne, he comes to my City again and I’ll be lettin’ my Rogues loose in his.” Len sneered, his eyes hard and cold as he watched the little man before him shrink back in fear.

“Yo-you got it Mr. Snart.” The man trembled, pushing as far back into his seat as he could, eyes flickering between the boss and his right hand muscle, Mick Rory, who’s arms were crossed and lips twisted into a manic looking grin. “He’ll get the word. I promise.”

“He will.” Len promised, his voice dropping an octave as he let his anger bleed through.

He’d make damn sure Thawne got his message.

No one touch his Scarlet and Mick’s Doll and lived long after.

[stars-of-nixie]

For Anon, who asked for Atomic Canaryfire, Mobster AU.

Laurel titled her head to the left as laughter trickling from her lips as she eyed the man before her. She flicked her eyes back towards her boss and waited for his order. Ray always did like the cat and mouse game before he let her and Mick play with the idiots who tried to double cross him.

“Mick,” Ray called as he leaned back in his seat, turning his head from looking at the pathetic man standing on the other side of his desk and looked over at his two favorite enforcers were curled up together on the sofa. “Laurel,” he felt his lips curl up on the left side into a half smirk as he watched them untangle from one another. “Why don’t you take Mister.  Dibny and explain why we won’t be doing any more business with him.”