Two brothers were on a roof.

Across the street, about 50 feet below them, was the famous top floor suite of the Starling Welcome Hotel. It was where celebrities went when they visited Starling City, and it was as extravagant as it's reputation indicated it was. Directly across was a beautiful living room with huge blank windows giving it a view of the old town district of Starling City.

"I still don't understand why you took this job," the one man complained to his brother.

"Why do I take any job," the other brother replied, "The check was fat."

"Yeah," the first brother, "still, these guys are no joke. Plus I could just end it now with no problem."

"Contract specified intimidation first."

"You and your stupid contracts." the man complained, "one of these days they're gonna get you killed."

"Worried about me sweet brother?" the second brother teased.

"Don't want my daughter to lose her favorite uncle," the first brother answered.

"That's why you're here, to watch my back," the second brother responded, getting ready to jump. "Oh and Floyd? No curari, I'd prefer it if our friends didn't know you were involved. Also, shoot to injure, at least for today"

Deadshot grimaced, "Way to take all the fun out of it."

"Oh look, the lovebirds are having a moment."

Floyd Lawton grinned, "You know how much I despise PDA."

"Guess I'll have to ruin the mood." and with that the brother jumped.

In Suite

"Overrated," Sara pronounced.

"Overrated?" Leonard repeated, "This was rated among the 5 most beautiful hotel rooms in the world."

"It doesn't have a balcony," Sara pouted, "How can a girl get some fresh air without a balcony? And these windows don't open. I checked-Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I was just thinking how lucky I am to have such a beautiful woman in my life," the con man replied eyeing the blonde beauty in front of him.

"Leonard Snart," Sara chastised lovingly, "flattery will get you nowhere."

"Oh I think it'll get me somewhere," and he drew her in for a kiss.

"Mmmmm... such a bad boy," Sara mumbled between kisses.

Not too bad I hope, Leonard thought as he fingered the ring in his pocket.

They were interrupted when the entire glass panel to their left was shattered and a man rolled into their suite. They both sprang apart, Sara fingering one of her hidden knifes while Leonard reached for his cold gun and grabbed-nothing. Shit he thought. He had left his cold gun in his bedroom because Ray had assured him that nothing could sneak past their perimeter (unless he flew through the fucking window apparently) and he didn't want to take a (hopefully!) engagement photo with a gun on him. The entire rest of the crew had gone out to dinner, officially to celebrate the passing of a new gay marriage bill for Ray and Mick, but in reality to give Leonard and Sara some alone time. They probably actually were coming back right now which means they had to keep their uninvited guest occupied for only a few minutes.

Speaking of their guest, he was now rising to his feet. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt?" he did not sound very sorry. He was tall, and dressed in all black kevlar armour. Around his waist was a brace of throwing knives, and crossed across his back were two swords. Covering his head and face was a mask in the shape of a snarling panther with two glowing green eyes.

Deciding to play it cool, Leonard feigned disinterest, drawling, "As a matter of fact, you did. Now if you wouldn't mind saying what you came to say and leaving, I'd much appreciate it."

"Leave Starling City," the stranger said, "practice your thievery somewhere else."

"Or?" Leonard wondered. There was always an or.

"Or I'll make you leave, and you won't like how."

"I don't take kindly to being threatened," Sara warned, in a tone of voice that Leonard knew to mean she was dangerously close to snapping.

"And I don't make idle threats," the stranger snapped back, in a tone to match hers in menace. He threw a set of images on the nearby table before turning back to the open window, "Consider this your first and only warning."

Sara looked down at the images, her face transforming into a mask of fury as she turned, her knife coming free as she drew it back-only to have it forcibly removed from her hand. At the same time something slammed into Leonard's shoulder, knocking him back. He reached for his shoulder, felt a flash of pain, and wish he hadn't. Looking down, he realised he'd been shot. That's a lot of blood, he thought before he blacked out.