Can you do a fan fiction where the team has to go back in time , when Snart is around 10 or so and the team finds out about the abuse? And can the abuse be extreme? Thanks and feel free to change the plot. But its mostly Snart Abuse
Okay… Got this prompt by TheLostEcho26
Now… What to do with it…?
"We will have to go back to February 14th 1983, Central City…" Rip declared as he fastened himself to his seat.
Ray couldn't help but notice how Leonard Snart actually flinched as the date and place was mentioned. Curiosity started to grow within him.
"What will we be doing there?" Mick asked, his gruff voice filled the commando room of the Waverider.
"First, we will be attempting to steal an item which once belonged to Kendra… Then… We'll see… It's a long time since any of you got a few days off…"
Ray noticed how Len squirmed in his seat, how he looked incredibly uncomfortable.
"Okay… Off we go!" Rip said as he pulled the lever and they flew through time.
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They landed on gravel field outside of the city, a place where the local guys sometimes hung out to play a bit of backyard baseball or maybe a bit of football.
Len was the first one to unlock, once they were safely on the ground. He left the room swaying gently as he hurried away from the others.
"That was one hell of a jump!" Jax complained as he rubbed his eyes, trying to see one less of everything.
"Yes, I should have thought about that before having us jump more than a century…" Rip agreed.
"Just please remember it to next time…" Jax pleaded as he unbuckled himself.
"You'll adjust to it…" Mick sighed, he barely remembered how badly time jumps effected him before the Time Masters recruited him to be Cronos. Now it barely registered… "You just need to make a few more jumps and you'll get used to it…"
Jax nodded.
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February 14th 1983… He remembered that date with every cell in his body. The bare thought of Valentine's day back in 1983 made him have nightmares, flashbacks…
He had hated Valentine's day ever since…
Len locked himself inside his room, he did not need people around for this date in time. It was a day to be re-lived alone… No one needed to see him like this. No one needed to know…
He ripped off his sweater, revealing a few dozen scars. Some small, some big. Some shallow, some deep, some scar tissue standing a bit more out than the rest. Some scars collected through a long life as a criminal, some from a long childhood as a Lewis Snart's son… Some from that day…
He cracked his knuckles, rage was boiling inside of him.
He paced the floor, it did little to calm him down… It did next to nothing… He paced faster, taking each turn faster and faster until he was practically running.
He stopped. Pulled a sharp breath and ran for the nearest wall.
He drew back his arm, and hit the solid metal wall with all his might. The skin over his knuckles split open at the first impact, but he didn't let it stop him… Just like his dad hadn't let anything stop him back in the day.
He hit the wall again, same force, same anger.
Blood stained the wall… He started hitting the wall with both fists.
The pain didn't register… He didn't really feel what was happening to his hands as he pounded his hands against the wall.
He growled as he hit the wall even harder.
"Mr. Snart…" Gideon's voice came over the speaker, Len ignored her.
"Mr. Snart!" the digital voice was louder this time, "Is there anything I can do for you? You seem to be harming yourself!"
"Yeah!" Leonard pulled a sharp breath before he continued. "Shut up, and don't tell anyone!"
The AI was silent for a few seconds before she spoke up again. "You shouldn't be doing that, but okay…"
"Don't let anyone in…"
The AI sighed…
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A few miles north:
His lip burnt. Blood was flowing freely from a split in his upper lip.
A boot connected with his midsection, and his body was airborne until he hit the wall and landed in a heap on the floor. He bit back a cry, he knew it would only encourage his father more. He knew that it would only fuel his rage and make the punches harder and the kicks more brutal.
A pressure built in his stomach. It was a pain that built in size, it started out small and grew to baseball size pain within minutes.
A large hand grabbed a handful of hair, and his body was lifted off the ground. He hissed in pain, a mistake. His father's free hand wrapped around his left upper arm, and twisted it. Twisted and twisted… And twisted…
And then…
Leo let out a sharp cry as the bone in his upper arm snapped in two.
His father laughed, and Leo could smell the familiar bitter smell of that stuff his dad often drank on his breath.
His dad spun around, and threw him towards the dinner table. He felt a few of his ribs give away as he smashed into the table. He coughed, and gasped in pain.
His father grinned wider…
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There was an audible snap as his fist hit the wall once again. He grimaced and threw another punch.
Blood was dripping from his knuckles, and a good area on the wall was now painted red. He opened his eyes, he saw the mess he made. He closed his eyes again, and kept on going. Kept hammering at the wall…
He could feel how his fists had already swollen, he could feel how his right hand felt like a bag of Lincoln logs…
But he kept on going.
Okay... Hope you found the start interesting.