"You don't know what you're talking about, pretty boy." Snart's drawl echoed hollowly in the metallic room.
Ray gave a lopsided shrug. "I'm just saying. You're not as cold as you want everyone to think."
"I'mCaptain Cold, comes with the job title and all the lovely ice I wrack up."
"You know that's not what I mean," Ray shook his head. "I know you care."
Snart waved his hand dismissively before inspecting his cold gun nonchalantly. "I think you're projecting, Atom. You're like a damn care bear."
"We've been a team long enough to know each other better than that. Are you still trying to make us believe you're a villain?"
"What am I supposed to be, a hero?" The criminal sneered. He stepped up to the taller man with a glare. "Are you trying to redeem me?" The harsh mocking tenor of his voice chilled the space.
Ray raised his eyebrows, studying the other man. After a moment, he sighed and opined, "Maybe we should just kiss and break the tension."
Snart's face was a flurry of action. His eyebrows shot up, then cocked in thought, then furrowed. His jaw dropped, then his lips formed a tight line. He froze, then he stepped back.
"What?"
Ray smiled and raised his hands in surrender. "Forget I said it, Mr. Cold and Calculated."
Snart watched him skeptically before rolling his eyes and walking out.
