Captain Cold.

"My gun negates thermal motion. Stops protons and electrons dead in their tracks. People too." ____________ Leonard Snart AKA Captain Cold. Master of Absolute Zero. Leader of The Rogues.

"This is the best day a' the year if y'ask me. Not the type a' green I usually like but that don't matter at happy hour."

"I do plenty. I let 'em deal with eachother while I get as rich as a king. 'Sides, doing anything too big spoils the fun and brings in more trouble than its worth."

"Nothing to talk about. Speedsters and gorillas are just huge pains in my ass. I don't need no shrink."

"Fuck speedsters and fuck apes, I hate 'em both."

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(+) how she would remember him looking.

"I uh, suppose not then." He chuckles. Not like he wore many clothes whenever they were together anyway. He pulls off his jacket, revealing his undershirt, which was basically just a white sleeveless top. Cold's kept himself mostly in shape, a little less toned but mostly (+)

in his eyes. "Guessin' I still got clothes here, right?" He asks looking around, taking in her place.

"Heh. You'll try anyway." He teased as he allowed himself to be pulled by her. It really did already feel like the old times again, as if Len had never left. But that's not the truth. He did leave. He'll have to find ways to make it up to her, and dinner won't be enough (+)

He always like when she took charge like this, she's always been different from anyone else he's been with. Leonard nods, his eyes scanning her face and noting all the details. Gorgeous as usual. "Yes El." He plays along for her with a smirk.

"Been around for three Flashes, yet I'm still kicking. Must be doin' something right."

"Watch it, Doc. Cause there ain't no way your on /my/ nice list."

ain't usually my scene unless I'm robbin' them, but there are some nice expensive restaurants uptown."

Looking down and seeing her face, having her hug him, he can't help but smile. The Master of Absolute Zero has many, many regrets, some of which are recent. However, she is not one of them. He nods in agreeance. "I still got some cash left from previous jobs. It uh, (+)

"Wouldn't care so much if we didn't have four dozen mirrors across the hideout. I don't normally care about appearances but that'd make any one self conscious."

"...think I gotta shave. Beard ages me about a decade. 'Specially when it comes in all grayed."

"The best Flash is whichever one I ain't talking to at the time. I tell the young one-- the ginger kid, that I prefer his mentor. Then I tell his mentor I prefer his successors. Keeps 'em on their toes."

"So Central City... Keystone... who missed me?"