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The Flash had warned you of this guy; or rather, the news – taking advice from the police and The Flash – warned everyone about this guy, but you liked to believe The Flash had specifically warned you about him. It didn’t matter at this point who had warned you though, as you were in the clutches of Captain Cold, who didn’t seem all that happy about the current predicament.
“Now listen, I don’t want to have you here, but at this point, it’s my best bet to getting The Flash here. So just stay cool, and everything will go smoothly,” Snart snaps, tightening the ropes around your wrist.
You wince, making a face and then scowling at him when he walks around the chair. He’s mumbling numbers to himself, and you sigh. “You do realize that your timing is a bit off, don’t you?”
Captain Cold, as you had fondly told him he was called as he had yanked your legs apart and tied them to the chair you were sitting on, stared at you with a little glare. Stepping closer, he raises his gun and presses it against your chest. The metal is cold, and while it makes you shiver, you’re not to let some over glorified brat with a daddy issue and high class water gun scare you. Sitting up as straight as you could in the chair, you push yourself closer to the gun, raising a brow.
“If you’re so tired of my taunting and annoying voice, just freeze me. The Flash will come either way, so why does it matter if I’m alive or not? It won’t do you any good, as he’ll still save me and put you back behind bars,” you snip.
He looks like he’s debating his options before pulling the gun away and going back to whatever trap he was planning for The Flash. With a disgruntled sigh, you blow some hair from your face and then clear your throat. “That’s not going to stop him.”
“I’m sorry, did you correct me?” Snart growls, turning back and pointing his gun at your head.
Rolling your eyes, you nod. “Yes, because you’re wrong. Whatever elaborate trap you have planned won’t stop him. I heard that he was almost taken and killed by some army nuts, but he escaped. If The Flash can get out of a high security, army guarded building and area, then he sure as hell can get out of your stupid trap.”
This seems to tick him off, as his jaw muscle clenches, and he steps closer. His eyes flash for a moment, and a smirk tugs up your lips, which were turning blue from the cold that the building brought with it. “Ooo, is the always levelheaded Captain Cold – sorry, Leonard Snart – losing his cool?”
Apparently that’s the last straw, because he’s throwing down his gun and grabbing your hair, tugging your head back. His face is hovering over yours, eyes back to their stony gaze. He’s calculating, crunching numbers and trying to decide if the best option was to kill you, or if you were just a nuisance that would be gone once he got The Flash. Your breath is coming out in shaky exhales, not only due to the cold, but the close proximity of Snart. Whatever was going through his head didn’t take into consideration the way your body was reacting to him, which might be a good thing for you.
Letting go of your head, Snart shakes his head and steps back, grabbing his cold gun and pointing it at you. “It’s been nice to have you around, but like you said, The Flash will come either way.”
Before he can fire, a rush of wind brushes your face, and you’re outside the police station. Looking around, you run your fingers through your hair, groaning. They warned you about Leonard Snart, but at this point, you didn’t think you’d ever listen to them again.