The Legion of Doom had a stupid name, a stupid gimmick and their mission wasn't his goal, so it seemed like a good enough idea to agree to joining them. Meant he'd not mind skipping out on them later, which was an improvement over the last team he'd joined.
Leonard brought himself in just enough, but he made certain teams very well known. So when a confrontation happened, his old team against his new one, he stayed out of it. Stayed out of it until he watched Mick almost getting sliced open, because he just didn't seem to care to stay out of the way.
Things were simple then, once the day was saved in the Legends' eyes and the Legion was celebrating another secret victory in the grand scheme of things.
Leonard went after Mick. Using the technology they had available to move around, to knock him out, to transport him and, in a reversal, he ended up with Mick in his current room, handcuffed to the radiator. Leonard was sitting on a chair, leg pulled up and looking through a file, reading it with quite a bit of interest as he waited for Mick to wake up.
Mick didn't sit upright for a while, he just lay there, head pounding, unable to fully comprehend what was going on. His eyes were a little fuzzy as he slowly opened them. The last thing he remembered was everyone celebrating and then his head hurt. And he wasn't even sure how he'd ended up with that happened. After a win, who the hell was still pitching a fight?
He tried to sit up but as he rolled, the cuffs tugged and yanked at his arm sharply back. That was enough to wake him up properly. He hauled himself upright and hissed angrily, yanking his wrist and trying to dislodge it. Not his smartest move.
"What the --" He cut off when he caught sight of the person sitting opposite him. All the words died and he stared for a while, not sure what to say or do. That was... That was Leonard? How?
"You're going to hurt yourself." It was a rather obvious observation and Leonard didn't bother looking back at him, instead turning a sheet of paper and tapping his fingers down on the desk. Apparently any information wasn't forthcoming easily or immediately. He was still trying to gather his own thoughts, something he should possibly have done in its entirety before getting Mick here. Eh.
Was this another hallucination? Great. This is just what he needed. To be seeing Leonard while he'd kidnapped by psychos. "You know, I thought I was over this. Seeing things. When did you creep back into my head?" Because apparently he was going to have to be tormented by the ghost of his best friend again and he had no idea what mental breakdown triggered it this time.
"You think I got nothing better going on then hanging out in your head?" Seemed like a legitimate question to him. He finally turned around, arms crossed as he looked down at Mick. He lowered his eyelids as reality adjusted in his mind and he simply rode it out. Over time, anyone could get used to anything. "I told you I'd come for you."
"Well, could you do something useful, Casper? Help me out of these things." He really needed to get his hands free. He wanted to get out of here before he needed up caught by that psycho speedster and his bffs. He shuffled so he was facing ghost Leonard, giving him a curious look. "If you're gonna haunt my ass, the least you can do is be a little useful. You see a key around here or anything? I don't think I can break the chain."
"I put them on you." Simple statement and he waited for any possible reaction he'd get, while holding his hand up and, in a simple move, suddenly held up the key. Some things weren't forgotten and he'd always been swift with his hands. Leonard palmed the key again, making it clear that he had no intention of actually using it for something like letting Mick out. That'd miss the entire point of the exercise. "Only so many ways to keep you out of trouble."
"Ghosts can't tie someone up." This was getting weird, it was relying on a lot of hope and he didn't want to have that. He didn't want to feel something that could so easily be snatched away. "Leonard is dead, genius. If you're going to pose as him, you need to do your fact checking better." He wasn't falling for this. He couldn't let himself fall for it. This wasn't Leonard Snart, there was no way it could be.
"Sure, Mick, but corpses aren't known to get a lot of shit done and I gotta get a lot of shit done." Leonard got up, disentangling his legs so he could walk up to Mick. He crouched down in front of him, not seeing any reason to stay out of range. His hands were tied anyway, literally. Leonard caught his eyes and shrugged. "Some people come back. Sara did."
"Sara had some weird magical ninja bullshit going on. You don't." Mick didn't believe it, he refused to believe it. He glared as he launched forward, baring his teeth. He growled dangerously, unhappy that he was being played with like this. What was 'Leonard's' angle here? What was he playing at? "You're impersonating my dead best friend. I don't like that." It was a warning, an insistence to stop. It hurt too much, seeing Leonard like this.
"You don't know what kinda deals I have with magic ninjas." Leonard stayed calm enough, only moving back so Mick wouldn't headbutt him. It wasn't as if he was that eager for Mick to believe him. This could play out the same way no matter what. "Why would anyone bother impersonating me? Ain't that important to anyone but you."
"People know that. They'd use it. You're not -- you can't be here!" It wasn't possible and Mick didn't like his emotions being dicked around with. He could see it looked exactly like Leonard, it smelled like Leonard and it spoke like Leonard but he knew Leonard was dead. They all did. So how the hell could he even be here? It made no sense. It was madness. "Stop lying to me."
"That would hardly be in character." Leonard smirked and then he reached out, perhaps against his better judgement, cupping the side of Mick's face with his hand. There was a lot of familiarity to that and he wasn't even surprised when he was hit by another wave of memories. But when he finally tore himself from it, there was a new intensity and he let his hand drop. "Did you talk to Lisa?"
Shit. It felt real. His hand against his face, it felt so real. Real and fucking cold like Leonard's dumb hands always somehow were. Honestly, sometimes it was like touching a block of ice. He pulled a face and looked at Leonard, unsure how this was happening. "No." He couldn't. He didn't want to go back and face her, he hid it and just hoped she'd have a few more years believing her brother was okay. "How are you here?"
"I was in the time stream." There wasn't more of an explanation, because he was iffy on the specifics still himself and he knew Mick couldn't care less. "I got pulled out." Somehow into his own body, which was the most confusing part of it, but it was his own consciousness, which was what he cared most about anyway. "You've been moping."
"I ain't been moping, I've been bored. I never wanted to play hero and get stuck on this ship, you did. I just got dragged along for the ride." And he's gotta be honest here, he's not loving it but where else did he have to go? Of course he was moping. He was grieving, he was hurt and he was on a ship full of assholes he barely liked trying to save time, something he cared little about. "Like you wouldn't mope in my shoes."
Leonard moved forward. Leaned in, until their foreheads were touching. He wasn't sure why, but it felt better, for the moment. To be close. Besides, maybe he could trigger another flash. "I prefer to take action." As he was doing now. He might not have decided on all the details or his ultimate loyalty yet, but he had plans. "I've come for you, Mick. You with me?"
"Why?" It was all strange and he had so many questions but that one was the same one. The easiest one. The one he just wanted to ask, in case of this all going array. He closed his eyes and sunk into the feel of Leonard. The actual real Leonard. It felt good. "I ain't with you, nothing is making a bit of sense, Snart."
"How much more sense do you need, Mick? I'm here, aren't I?" What was he supposed to do? He wasn't exactly used to having to prove that he was alive. Not that any of this was normal. "It's you and me again." Even if his plans were multilayered and he hadn't decided on the outcome yet, he had never debated that Mick would be a part of them. That was what had gone wrong before.
Either Mick had entirely lost his mind or this was happening and either way, both left him feeling a strange mix of hope and pain. "You came back." Maybe he hadn't, maybe it was all a lie but at least he didn't feel so hurt. He closed his eyes and leaned into Leonard, praying this wasn't some kind of headgame. He couldn't take any more of those. "Why'd you cuff me to a fucking radiator, genius?" He seems his tone gentle, despite his words.
"I wasn't sure how you'd react." Leonard still made no move to uncuff him, but he stayed as close as he had come, which was really quite a lot for Leonard, especially given they weren't actually off the clock, so to say. Leonard was never big on physicality, but he had his moments, during downtime. This wasn't exactly downtime, however. It really wasn't. But he wanted to be close to him nonetheless. "I still have things to figure out."
"Like what? How did you come back?" Mick wanted details, he needed to know how this happened. Was this is Leonard? Was he from another time? How long had he been back? Fuck, he had so many questions. "So that hallucination thing... was that actually you?" Either he was going to sound totally crazy or this was Leonard trying to reach him all along.
"Kinda. Think your mind filled in the details. But I was trying to come for you." Leonard shrugged and finally pulled back a little , although he didn't move further away, staying seated where he was. "Helped that you drank your body weight. Your mind just grasped it in a way it could." Leonard lifted a hand and moved his fingers, trying to find the right words. "The time stream. The speed force. All connected. I got pulled out by a speedster."
Huh." Mick had no idea what to say. No, honestly. What did he say to his former dead friend who did this for him, to come back to him. He closed his eyes and took a breath, wishing desperately that one of them at least sort of knew how to do emotions because Mick felt plenty of them but he had no idea how to express them. How to look at Leonard right now, how to lean into his touch, how to tell him how much he missed him. How much he loved him. "Good to have you back."
"Saw you meet up with me." 'Saw' wasn't really the right word, but it would do. Leonard knew they were both at a loss with emotions, but maybe they could find a roundabout way. Anger was a lot easier to get out of their system than these kind of emotions. "Made me realise how oblivious you are." Oh yeah, they were definitely on the right track with this. "You oughta know that you've been my hero since juvie, Mick."
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Leonard brought himself in just enough, but he made certain teams very well known. So when a confrontation happened, his old team against his new one, he stayed out of it. Stayed out of it until he watched Mick almost getting sliced open, because he just didn't seem to care to stay out of the way.
Things were simple then, once the day was saved in the Legends' eyes and the Legion was celebrating another secret victory in the grand scheme of things.
Leonard went after Mick. Using the technology they had available to move around, to knock him out, to transport him and, in a reversal, he ended up with Mick in his current room, handcuffed to the radiator. Leonard was sitting on a chair, leg pulled up and looking through a file, reading it with quite a bit of interest as he waited for Mick to wake up.
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He tried to sit up but as he rolled, the cuffs tugged and yanked at his arm sharply back. That was enough to wake him up properly. He hauled himself upright and hissed angrily, yanking his wrist and trying to dislodge it. Not his smartest move.
"What the --" He cut off when he caught sight of the person sitting opposite him. All the words died and he stared for a while, not sure what to say or do. That was... That was Leonard? How?
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Was this another hallucination? Great. This is just what he needed. To be seeing Leonard while he'd kidnapped by psychos. "You know, I thought I was over this. Seeing things. When did you creep back into my head?" Because apparently he was going to have to be tormented by the ghost of his best friend again and he had no idea what mental breakdown triggered it this time.
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