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Lewis Snart is an asshole, plain and simple, only it wasn't that simple- he has 2 kids and a history of law to make sure he won't be seeing the inside of a jail cell anytime soon.
Leonard Snart would do absolutely anything it took to protect his baby sister, he's known this since he first laid eyes on her, knew that at the moment she smiled up at him, he was screwed, she already had him wrapped around her little finger. He read every book in the library a block away about the upkeep in health of a baby, researched every factor of raising a kid, he knew that this new job of his was going to be tough, that it probably shouldn't solely be his responsibility, but he was almost glad that it was- this way he knew that little Lisa would grow up surrounded by his love, healthy and happy. The first time he realised that they'd run out formula, he'd almost wore a hole into the floorboards with his pacing, until he realised that the jobs he went on with 'dear ole' dad' usually had an unusually high revenue, all he had to do was pull his own 'job' and he'd have enough money little Lise.
He planned it as meticulously as anyone could, this alone would have been astounding if anyone was present to appreciate this phenomenon, the simple genius in that tiny mind. He knew the first responders times by heart as well as he knew the times-tables they learnt at school, worked it into his plan seamlessly and knew for sure, without a doubt that this plan of his was going to work- LL would have a fresh pack of formula by noon and the beginnings of a college fund. With his plan in mind, a ticking metronome in his step, LL was asleep, tucked up safe in bed, his father passed out drunk in front of the TV, Leo set out as quietly as he could.
The watch on his tiny wrist indicated that the shift change was due in 1 minute, he stood leaning against the door frame of a local warehouse across from his target 'A touch of gold', a chuckle caught as he remembered his sister's love for the colour. His watch gave a short beep before being silenced- it was time. As the new sales assistant bid the last farewell at the door, he slipped in through the back, leaving the door ajar, he knew the way to the expensive jewels. With the use of a stool found in the back- it was almost too easy- he reached his target, his plan executed without a hitch. As he closed the door behind him the voice of the sales clerk returning a bead of sweat and a breath he hadn't realised he was holding escaped, all he had to do now was to find a buyer, a perfect match lined up in his head, it was just too perfect.