Another Legion of Doom fix-it! I can't help myself. I don't own LOT. Darn it. Unbeta'ed; all mistakes are mine.
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"You think you can make her talk, Snart?"
"I'm positive I can." He's looking at her across the room, and while he looks just like the Leonard Snart she'd known before, his eyes are cold, so cold. She can't resist a shiver.
Darhk sees it and laughs. "Very well. Consider is a…reward. Have fun." With one more leer, he leaves, closing the door behind him.
Sara's been trained to free herself in so many situations, and even if she can't, to defend herself anyway. But they have her well and truly immobilized. And now he's crossing the room toward her, expressionless. She'd so wanted to avoid any sort of confrontation, to avoid making herself face what he's apparently become.
She has, apparently, run out of options. She takes the coward's way out: She closes her eyes, heartsick, unable to even look at him.
She hears his step right next to her, feels the warmth of his body. He reaches around her. And then…
And then the restraints fall away.
And as her eyes fly open, he kisses her.
It's just a mere brush of lips…only notable for what it means. What it means…
He's stepped back, presumably so she can't smack him.
"So, how's that for a stolen kiss?" The smirk is familiar. And the coldness is gone from his eyes. "Now. Let's go free the others."