No string on me?

by Mayki DK

What if Leonard remembered what happened when he was part of Legion of Doom? Not quite, but flashes. Strange deja-vu, which influenced him all the time. It led him to his cold gun, working with Mick, joining to Legends and becoming a hero. (Includes all Flash's episodes with Captain Cold and Legends of Tommorow first season)

2. Chapter 2: Deja-vu

CHAPTER 2

(The Flash 1x04)

Deja-vu

It should be a quick and easy robbery. Three minutes and two seconds. Everything was perfectly planned. The armored car crossed the train tracks . "One hundred and eighty-two seconds, gentleman." Leonard instructed from a stolen tow truck, prepared not far away. The answer was the sound of motorcycles.

They were an inexhaustible group. They had only one common action and it didn't go well. For Mick.

They hooked the Hawk Security car and stopped it. Dan and Joe sat down from the motorbike and pulled the employees out of their seats. But Dan could not forgive himself if he did not do a little violence. He hit the co-driver, aimed at the gun, and he was about to... "Hey, cool it!" Leonard stopped him. No blood today. "Hundred and fifty-eight seconds to go." Leonard continued as he walked down the semitrailer to the door of the armored car. They were secured well, but they can not resist to liquid nitrogen. He waited until the rumbling sound of the freezing metal ceased. Sixteen seconds, exactly how he planned to. Now the door is incredibly fragile. He went a few steps back, ran and leaped right through them. No problem. The operation went easily. But then... Alexa! Something is happening. She does not have time. He has to grab the diamond and disappear. It's secured by a simple code. He just needs to connect the decoding device and done. Twenty seconds, nothing more.

Before Leonard got the diamond, he was disturbed by the sounds from the outside. Dan and Joe spoild something, for sure. Again. This is the end. He gave them the last chance. He get rid of them. He peeked out what's going on, when something grab him, and blow him out of the car. The container of nitrogen dangerously clinked on the concrete, and Leonard only thanked for not explode by the impact.

Leonard took off his mask, how much he hated them, and the only thing he saw was the retreating red blur. But the blur had hands that had grab him before. What the hell was that?

The sound of the shoot get him out of his mind. Dan shoot the running driver. The blur return. Time to disappear. Joe jumped into the armed car and caught the memory cards from the cameras. Then everyone, including Andy, the tow truck driver, sat on the motorbike. But before they left, Leonard could see the man in a red suit bending over the injured man. This is the blur? A very fast man? And at that moment he felt it for the first time. Getting deja-vu, a flash of yellow blur, and he felt frost over his spine. Alexa! That man was dangerous.

xxx

Back in the warehouse which served them as the main shelter, Dan was upset about the misbegotten action. He talked about the rumors about the red blur, streaming through the streets of Central City. Joe joined the discussion with the idea it was a government dron. Leonard didn't listened them. Eyes and mind were dumped on the stolen records from the Hawk Security camera. He slowly sharpened them and... there it was! Leonard was right. It wasn't a dron. But now he have to take care of another problem.

"When I was a kid, my grandfather used to take my sister and me to this diner, the Motorcar." Leonard began one of his typical speeches. Dan exchange his confused eyes with Joe. He wanted to ask why he was mentioning it, but Joe shook his head to not to do that. If there is something what Leonard Snart hates more than unwanted physical contact and chaos, it is a interruption of his speeches. "Food was for crap, but the view was great, right across from the Central City precinct." Leonard continued and gazing at the monitor. "I still go there. I listen to their radios. I learn their response times." Joe relaxed his position. It doesn't seem like Snart wants to attack. "There are forty banks in Central City, each of them within sixty seconds of police response. That's the advantage of hitting a moving target. Once the armored car called 911, we had one hundred and eighty-two seconds before any cop could be on the scene." Dan and Joe didn't understand why he was telling them this again. Andy just stood silently beside them. "No one could have gotten there fast enough to stop us." Dan was feeling bad about that. "But something did." Leonard looked directly at Dan, and he snapped. Something is wrong. "And you lost your cool." It definately won't be good. "You know the rules. We don't shoot guards or cops unless it's the only option." Dan strained. "We don't need the heat." Leonard said.

"The heat?" Dan whispered in the only defense he knew. Attack. And if it is not physical one, then at least verbal one. "What the hell do you think the blur is, Snart?" Leonard stared at him, didn't say a word, and Dan mistakenly considered it his victory. "Right." There was an expression of total satisfaction on Dan's face. He had enough orders from a cold bastard in front of him. He will show him now. "Screw this. Screw you. I'm out." And there's Snart have it. Dan turned his back to him to leave when there was a loud, unmistakable sound. Gun's shooting. Dan's mindless body fell to the ground. Joe stared shockedly at the corpse, Andy raised his eyebrows to Snart which clutching a smoking murder weapon.

"Well, if you're out, you're out." Leonard said coldly. Then the pointed by gun's barrel at the monitor "This blur ..." he bended closer and leaned with his forearm against the table. "... is a man." He frowned. "We're gonna have to up our game." That Blur is dangerous. But at the same time it is a huge challenge. A grin appeared on his face.

"How?" Andy said, for the first time for a long time. That's what Leonard liked on him, he didn't say much. And when he said something, it was a matter. Joe was still staring at the corpse of his casual friend.

"We will need a weapon." Leonard walked around the table and walked slowly to Joe. He began to tremble a little. "Something better then..." he glanced boredly at the pistol in his hand and pointed her barrel at Joe. He leaned toward him. "...this." He sighed in disgust at Leonard and threw his gun on the table as if it were some kind of trash. He stretched behind Joe, who was already shaking visibly, and grabbed a one-time phone. He turned and walked to the door, and Joe finaly relaxed. "Get rid of it." He shouted at them until he disappeared into the doorway and waved uninterestedly waved to the slain man. "I need to call." He added more quietly, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, he began dialing the old acquaintance. Steward. Leonard met him in Iron Heights. He had such a bad habit of being employed under false names by various companies, where he later stole the equipment and sold it out. And now he worked in Star Labs. If there's someone who give him a gun on that speedster, it's Stewart.

xxx

Three hours passed before Stewart arrived. Leonard hated such a waste of time. He had to do something. And the survey of the terrain sounded like a good idea. Kahndaq's dynasty diamond was now in the museum, like the new main exposition. So Leonard found out he had not been in the museum for a long time. And as the right citizen of Central City, he should expand his horizons and knowledge.

The guide was almost in love talking about a sort of McFeely, who had saved several cows nearly two centuries ago. Activist, thought Leonard. But the next stop was his target. Diamond.

The security was not bad, definitely better than in the van. The motion detectors around the glass, if he approach, the entire museum will know it right now. The glass is hardened, you have to rivet it with a laser blade. And it will take 190 seconds. During that time, the police will arrive. And even if miracle were happend, if he believed in them, the museum would close ten seconds from the unauthorized removal of the diamond from the base. He would have to put two different keys that only the mayor and the dean of the museum had, and a code which known a diamond owner, some Wayne from Gotham. Too much work. It takes time and a good plan. And a weapon if the speedster appear. And he will appear. Leonard can't wait untill Steward come.

As on a commandhe his phone rang. Visitors looked around, the guide glanced at him through the frames of hers thick glasses. "Sorry." Leonard said, smiled, pulling the phone out of his pocket and putting it against his ear. He didn't bother to introduce himself.

"He's here. With a bunch of boxes." Joe snorted from the other side, still angry for the death of his partner.

"Let him prepare it." Leonard said and hung up. He disappeared inconspicuously from the tour.

In less than half an hour he was at the warehouse. Andy was waiting for him at the entrance. Leonard walked past him, and Andy followed him down the corridor. "What?" Leonard barked.

"I don't believe him, Snart. We should get rid of him." Andy said finally.

Leonard sighed. "Later. Now I want to see what he has." He walked through the long, wide corridor into the room where he heard Stewart's overrated voice. As they say: When they are catching bird...

On the way, Leonard peered through the walls. His sharp vision became blurred. It was familiar. He paused and blinked several times to focus. He looked at Andy, who stared at him in confusion. Leonard frowned, no weakness! He theatrically waved his hand in the air. "Go look after Joe." And as always, Andy did as Leonard said. Maybe he wasn't the smartest man that Leonard knew, but he could listen. Perfect replacement for Mick.

"Mr. Snart. You look amazing, as always." a small thin man smiled cunningly as Leonard entered.

He did not answer him, just bypassing the room. Tables were in siege of boxes and boxes, which replaced various plans and papers. Stewart followed him. "You wanted state of the art, Snart. I bring you state of the art, my good sir." said Stewart, as he had the custom for people he felt the money from. And that he had a nose for it.

Leonard walked through the room, his hand hover over the crates, as if he didn't want to touch them. As if it doesn't good enought for his attention. And then there was a metal case and a weird weapon inside. When he saw it, he only thought: Mick. "What's this?" Leonard asked as coldly as he could to hide his interest. But Stewart noticed that anyway. After all, this wasn't their first deal.

"It might not look like much, but never judge a book by its cover, you know?" Stewart began his business speech while Leonard heavied a gun. It was surprisingly light. "Fires highly concentrated, combustible liquid fuel that ignites on contact with the air." All Mick.

Leonard returned the gun to the case, much to Stewart's displeasure. "I don't need to heat things up." Leonard murmured. He caught a strange feeling. Something was missing. He had it at arm's length. So close. He turned on another metal case. "I need to slow them down." It was there in the other case. He felt it. Leonard opened it. Inside was a futuristic, elegant weapon with glasses. There was only one word in his head: cold.

"That's the one, then. You were drawn right to it." Stewart didn't even know how he was right. Leonard carefully pulled the gun out of the case. It was a little heavier than the fiery one. He tried to hold it like as he shooting, while Stewart was telling him how he got it. There was an engraving on the side of the gun. Leonard found it instinctively. It was a button. He push it and the gun squeaked. The elongated light on the side lights up, the gun was charged. "Emits some sort of substance. I'm not sure what it is." As always, Steward was useless in clarifying.

Leonard has flashes again. Fight with this weapon in his hands. But the views disappeared before he realized with whom he fighted. But one thing he knew, the gun was his. Steward went on. "Like a white flame, but it's not hot, it's cold." That's what Leonard looked for. But it's not all. Something missing. The world in blue. He turned to the case. Glasses.

"Glasses look like they're made of the same tech. What are they for?" He picked them up and tried. The world become blue.

"The glare. You'll see." Steward smiled. He had mih, he was sure.

"Who else knows you took this?" Leonard asked him, looking at now blue weapon. The light on side really didn't glare so much and his eyes wasn't in pain anymore.

"Just us." Stewart replied proudly. He supplies only exclusive goods.

"No. Just me." Leonard said coldly. Steward paused. "Sorry, pal." He turned his gun against Stewart and pressed the trigger. The weapon squeaked and as Stewart said, a white cold flame came out and frozed him. His skin darkened and become blue, white frost appeared on his skin. Leonard smiled and almost lovely gazed at his new gun. In the doorway, Andy and Joe appeared. They stared horribly at the frozen corpse. "Finally, we have something to stop him." Leonard aimed the gun on his companions. "Time to try it in action." He smiled faintly, and a cold sweat poured on men in the door. Then Leonard lowered his weapon, walked to the door and the two men immediately walked out of his way. Leonard walked past them and went to his room. Joe and Andy looked at each other. This work was bad and they didn't like that.

xxx

Leonard wondered where to hide the gun. When he comes to the museum it must look unobtrusive. And that is the armed man not. At the same time, however, the gun had to be at hand if the Blur had appeared. And it was this combination that eliminated the hiding it in the jacket, someone should see it and it would go wrong. He looked around. His attention was caught by a dark coat over a chair. It's getting cooler outside, so no one will by surprise when they see man in the coat. And it was long enough and free to hide a weapon at his waist, where he would get better for it. He just need to attach it somehow. Some straps or gun case.

He began to search the drawers. Somewhere in them was an old leather case. It was big enough for this gun to get in, after a minor adjustment. The fastening of the gun case wasn't only around the waist but also around the thigh, so the gun under the coat would be hidden better. He found it. Leonard measured size and started with adjustments.

It was done in fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, he dirty his sweater. He had to change his clothes. He opened the small closet where he had all his clothes. He didn't have much, and most were black, but it was enough for him. He grabbed the first thing that fell to his hand. Black shirt. He hadn't worn it for long, it wasn't much opportunity to wear it. He quickly dressed it, then his eyes fell on a blue tie which was on a shirt hanger. Lisa, his younger sister. A year ago she thought his wardrobe needed some color. She chose blue. Within a week, his wardrobe was flooded with blue clothes. Pants, sweaters, ties, ridiculous jacket ...

Leonard unconsciously grabbed blue tie and tied it around his neck. He put his gun to his waist, then to thigh and put on his coat. He put his glasses in his pocket. Leonard turned to the old mirror in the corner. The weapon was perfectly lost under the coat. He was ready to go.

The museum was not far away, he could walk there. He bought the ticket there without man at the box office recognise him as a man who were here two hours ago. But guide remembered him. "Back again?"

Leonard put his most charming smile. "I had to leave earlier at last time." The guide raised her eyebrows. How inquisitive creature. "Labor duties." Leonard elongated. The guide didn't seem satisfate this answer, but he doesn't give her another. He has to to talk out of it. He exchanged the smile as an expression of interest and began to look around. "Because of that, I didn't finish your interesting tour." He bent down a little and stared deep into her eyes. "What a shame not to fix it." he smiled seductively.

The guide blushed and giggled. As always his charm worked perfectly. "I love to hear it." she smiled. Then she looked around and put on a professional expression. "Turn your phone off this time." she said almost authoritatively.

"Of course." Leonard replied with his boyish charm. The guide blushed again and scuttled out.

"Why here, dad?" heard Leonard said a nine-year-old boy.

"I have something to do, and the nanny doesn't have time. Damned girl!" said the man beside him. He was dressed in a dear-looking suit as if he had just come from the office. But on the edges and it seams worned, it wasn't the newest. Apparently a second-rate scammer trying to get some money. How much that man remind him his own father.

"Why not a cinema, it's a near of here." the boy continued.

"They will watch over you here." the man said coldly.

"But the museum is boring." the boy said, his to pout his lips. Father lost his nerves and grabbed the boy's arms.

"That's enough!" he barked at boy and he wide his eyes. "You will go on the excursion and you will be a good boy till I get back!" father said to boy. Then he stopped and looked around to see if anyone was watching them. No one but Leonard did notice. Everyone else then him ignored them. Leonard was pissed.

Leonard waited. Father bought a ticket, then he put twenty dollars to guide, whispered something to her year and pointed at the boy. The guide nodded, and father went to the exit. As he walked past Leonard, Leonard grabbed his arm to stop him. The man looked at him. "Let the boy be." Leonard whispered angrily and the man's eyes widened at surprise. It was obvious that no one had ever complained about his torture on his son. Leonard just hoped that this experience would open his eyes. The boy was surprised to see his father to do that, so it's not a habit. It was not for the first time, but at least it was not common. They still have a chance.

Leonard let go man's arm and let him leave. He was thinking about his own childhood. If someone stopped his father in the beginnings, would it be different? Should his and hid sister have better childhood? Leonard looked at the boy. He stared at him.

Leonard put on his typical bored expression. "Well, we can get started." the guide said. "The first colonists came here in 1812..." she began her interpretation, and Leonard rolled his eyes. If he didn't want to lure out the Blur, he would leave right now. "The USA didn't get the Oregon Country until 1846. Since 1848, this area fell under the newly created Oregon Territory." she continued, pointing to the old maps on the walls. "This territory had several gold deposits, and the cities around them were on the list of the richest cities of that time. But we weren't among them because of our inaccessibility. But that didn't prevent a local development." she shipted her glasses on her nose. "It wasn't until 1852, when the transcontinental railroad laid their tracks through this thriving cattle town, that we became officially incorporated. That same year, the worst flood this area's ever seen hit..." and here it was. Her love story about the cow savior. Leonard looked at the boy. The boy was bored same as him.

Leonard would never admits it and he would hurts anyone who mention it, but it was a little, realy little sad for him. He found a gum pack in his pocket. He came to the boy. "Hey, kid." said Leonard coldlier the he had to. The boy turned to him. "Gum?" He offered. And the boy take. How a gullible child, still innocent and unspoiled by the outside world. Leonard grimaced and pulled the chewing gum into his own mouth. How long it was when he was innocent as this boy.

And there was his target. Kahndaq dynasty diamond. The boy suddenly stood at his side. Surprisingly, Leonard doesn't matter. The guide warned them to not trigger an alarms. "Wouldn't want to do that." Leonard sneered at the boy, and boy smiled.

"More than 3600 years ago, the Kahndaq Dynasty was..." the guide continued. The boy was still at Leonard's side, and Leonard sometimes made a funy comment of what the guide had said. It seemed the boy like his sarcasm. It was sad. All what the boy wanted was an attention. He had been same as the boy untill he found out the pain of his father's attention.

When the tour was over, the boy's father was standing by the cash desk and waiting for him. The boy turned to Leonard, smiled faintly at him, and spoke for the first time. "Thank you for the gum, sir." and he went to his father. Father looked uncertainly at Leonard, frowned, embraced his son's shoulder and quickly left. Leonard grimaced. Tomorrow, when the man sees his photo in the news, and Leonard was sure it will be there after he do what he want to do, that man will be surprised with who he let his little boy alone.

No Blur. What a shame. Leonard went to the exit and then he was feeling it. Someone's gaze on him. Leonard turned around. On the second floor stood the museum's director and the black man, whom he recognized from the staff register as a detective Joe West. Joe, how ironic. It wasn't the expected Blur and it was a problem. Big problem, because both men looked directly at Leonard. Detective said something in the transmitter and run to the stairs. Time to disappear.

Leonard went out into the street. He doesn't ran, just walked through the street full of people. The Blur could, same as him, listening the police radio. Maybe that is how the Blur found them at the first time. And Leonard wanted by find by Blur. He needed to try his new gun, and he couldn't do that without the speedster. But now he needs a new place. He was planning to fight with him in the museum, then grab the diamond and disappear. But he didn't expect the police will arrive before Blur. If he stayed there, they would have arrested him before the Blur arrived. Or he'd have to kill the cops. And he didn't want it. It was their job. They lived families, little kids whom they didn't hurt, like Leonard's father to them. They don't deserve to die.

But they couldn't fight on this street either. Too many civilians and open areas equals too many victims and the risk of being caught. Bad combination. Leonard had to find a building. With this idea, he waded through a crowd of people. He collide with one and picked up his wallet on that occasion. As they say, opportunity makes the thief. And Leonard was the thief. And the guy seemed annoying to him. Thats what he did and he liked doing a severeal things at once. And picking someone out of his pocket during the escape after police seems funny to him. And ironic.

He walked to the end of the street and across the street was a theater. Perfectly. Closed area with a limited number of civilian casualties. He just need to cross the street and get inside. He slid over the hood of the standing taxi in front of him and stepped onto the other sidewalk. He was a few steps from his target. Literally.

"Snart!" screemed the detective, who finally overtake him and pointing at him with a gun. The crack in his hurried plan. Leonard didn't want to kill him, but he had no choice. He also didn't want to be arrested, and the shootout here could be critical. The detective seemed to have the same opinion because he was hesitant with the shot.

Then the siren screamed at the police car and interrupted them. That was Leonard's chance. As the detective looked around the car, Leonard put on his glasses and pulled out the gun. He push the fuse and the gun squeaked. But he didn't target at the detective, but on the road in front of the police car. The road was immediately covered with ice, and the car skidded. The detective had to go out of the car's way. Leonard took advantage of this opportunity and stepped into the theater building.

People kept him out of his way. Who knows if it was because of his dangerous and cold aura or strangely looking weapon in his hand. The audience was just coming out of the auditorium and discussing between them if Leonard is a cosplayer going on some new movie. Leonard walked silently past them and hide behind the pillar near to second exit. It didn't take long and the detective came. A gun ready for shooting, and frightened people run away from him. He headed for the exit, thinking that Leonard had run away. He was wrong.

Leonard came out from behind the pillar and fired. The cold flame was aimed at the detective, but Blur appeared all in red and the yellow flashes. He pushed the detective away, but Blur himself was hit. And apparently wounded, he hide behind another pillar. Leonard smiled, it worked.

Blur to peep and Leonard fired again. He missed. Blur was too fast, there was no way to hit him. Unless he would run himself into the fire. Like when he rescued the detective. Maybe he will want to save the others. After all, Blur had let them go in the morning when he was rescuing the wounded Hawk Security guard. Blur wants to protect people. That's his weakness and Leonard's advantage. Leonard looked around. A few people were on open storey, curiously peering through the railing, as if they were encouraging him to shoot them.

"Time for a test run." Leonard smirked lazily and people start frightened escape. "Let's see how fast you are." he added and fired. First at Blur. Just to be sure. He doesn't like the idea of hurting civilians. He missed again. Blur was too fast. Leonard doesn't have any other choise if he waned to win. And he did. So he fired at couple on the stairs. But they were disappearing in yellow flashes and red blur. Just as Leonard expected, Blur protected them. There were a couple runing on other stairs. Leonard wasn't fast enough again, they disappeared. Then he heard a voice behind him. The attendant in the main projection room walked toward him. He was almost urging on him: Shoot me. It was only missing a painted target on his chest. Leonard pointed the gun on him and fired.

Blur appeared next to the white fire, running with it along the aisle, straight to the man. Now Leonard will surely get him. He doesn't have a chance to escape. As it turned out, he didn't even have the chance to catch the fire. The frost fire hit the attendant and he fell on the ground, frostbite on his skin. Blur stopped and knelt to him. He wasn't fast enough, the man died.

Leonard watched the scene and for a moment he felt a stab of guilt. He killed an innocent man. Just no killing, Leonard. No, if it is not necessary. There was a woman's voice in his head for the first time. He couldn't assign a voice to the face, nor did the memory it's just come to the surface of his subconscious. But still he felt as he disappointed someone. Someone very important.

Now Leonard had the chance to get rid of Blur. He could shoot him in the back as he bent over the dead man. But Leonard couldn't keep looking at the scene. It was his fault. And he ran away.

xxx

Leonard went to the warehouse on his foot. The weapon hide under his coat and he poured himself into the crowd. He needed to think. That voice. He knew it, but he couldn't remember from where. This was the first time he didn't control things. It draw him mad. Even picking the pockets of passers-by won't improve his mood.

At other end of street came four police cars. He bowed down inconspicuously and began to "tie his laces", so the only thing the police saw from their cars was his back in a dark coat. As they passed, he got up and went on.

Before he reached the goal, he calmed down enough to put his cold face back again. Which was good because Joe and Andy were waiting for him at the entrance metal door. They probably heard about his little trip in the news. "What did that mean, Snart?" said Joe. Leonard walked silently around them and walked in. Both men followed him.

"A little test." answered Leonard and taking off his coat and tie. He was warm and he felt uneasy in his tie. Then he threw both things on the crates in the corridor.

"Test what? You already know that gun kills what more do you want to know?"

Leonard pulled the gun out of the gun case and began to examine it without stopping. Yes, the gun kills, very well. He sudenly has the dead man in front of his eyes and the words: Just no killing, Leonard in his head. But now he couldn't recall how that voice sounded. What's wrong with him? "If it works on Blur. And it did. It will slow him down." Yes, that's why he didn't get to save the attendant. He hit him and slowed him down. It was his fault. But now is no time for pity, it's time for action. And he wants the diamond. "We're going back tonight." He lowered down his weapon to his body.

"Back where?" Andy asked.

"To the museum. That diamond isn't going to steal itself." Leonard replied sarcastically. What else could he think. Coffee and ice cream in Jitters?

"Super gun freeze your brain, Snart?" Joe allowed too much, Leonard didn't like it. Joe danced on thin ice. "The museum's gonna be crawling with police by now. And the Streak." A new name?

Leonard picked up the gun he still held in his hand. "This can stop The Streak. It hurt him." he announced and used the new name for Blur himself. "And I know his real weakness." he said, almost proudly. Yes, the theater confirmed it. "So we go, unless you want out." he knew the answer long ago. Andy's fingers jerked impatiently near at his pocket, where he undoubtedly hid the gun. And the sound of the release of the fuse behind him confirmed that his presumption was correct.

"We both want out." Andy replied. Then he looked at Joa and added: "Alive."

"So you thought ahead and made a plan." Leonard sighed. He expect a betrayal but not from both. Joe was always full of the crap, but no action. But Andy was different, obviously. "Least I taught you something." A small reminder they should be eternal to him. But that's not enough. If Leonard has to convince him not to shoot him, he has to try harder. But he didn't want to supplicate for his life. He has his pride. Maybe a reverse psychology. "So what are you waiting for? Shoot me." It worked. He heard Andy move nervously behind him. "You better put a bullet in my brain right now, because if you don't, if I ever see either one of you again-" Leonard began to threaten. Well, maybe this was too much, but he couldn't help.

"You don't get it, do you?" Andy interrupted him, still pointing gun at his head. "This blur is out there, and Central City ain't your playground anymore."Andy said softly, and with Joe started move back to the exit.

Leonard thought about it. He had this gun, he can stop Blur/Streak. And if he do that, he will make a name in the crime world for the rest of his life. "Sure, it is." Leonard murmured the answer to Andy's last remark, without anyone there listening. But he didn't care. He need to planning.

Getting to the museum will be easy now. The museum closes at eight pm. Cleaning servicet leaving az ten and there is only museum's security guard until the morning. And the security system doesn't have a chance against his gun.

But he wanted to lure Blur/Streak. And that required a more thorough plan. He needed information. And the internet. Andy and Joe took away everything what they could. Which meant some of Steward's strange weapons. There were only two boxes and a metal case with "Mick". Fortunately, they left the only one computer they had in the warehouse. And along with the computer, they left the to Blur/Streak what Leonard wanted. There were articles, lots of articles about him. And they called him Streak. There where they found that new name. Streak running around the city and saves people. Exactly as Leonard expected.

He spent over two hours above these articles. He traced every detail, looking for a pattern of behavior. Nothing found. No recurring blocks of its scope, no recurring cases, just rescuing people on different occasions. Unlike one common thing, these were mostly cases that the police knew already when Streak come. So he really listened their radio. Or he had somebody else in police departmentwho gave him tips. Leonard's supposed to the other choise, theStreak certainly didn't work alone. Perhaps the detective of today, he seemed to know the Streak. West.

Joe West was another thing Leonard searched for. Nothing unusual. The cop right from the academy, no desire for big career, just an effort to do a good job. Single father. He had a grown-up daughter, and he was a foster father of the same old boy, some Allen. Leonard was glad that the Streak had pushed him out of the wound. He was a good guy. Who knows if the attendant was like that? Leonard didn't know the name so he couldn't find him. He could wait to announce his name in the news, but that would mean he's care. And Leonard Snart definitely doesn't care. He must start thinking about something else or he violate his principle.

Escape plan. Yes, he has to get the Streak, he will do that by robbery. But then he must defeat him and run away from the police. Streak's weakness are people, whatever happens, he will protect them, it will scatter him. But he can't just shoot on them as in the theater. He needs something else. And also he needs to be moving. Moving object with people to protect for the Streak. A bus? No, it could hit other cars and hurt a lot of people. It must be something with limited number of civilians. Something like ... And it was there, on the browser side. Advertisement: Get on your way. And the big modern train on the picture. Yes, perfect. Free tracks, no side losses. Just find a train where there will be a reasonable number of passengers, twenty, maybe thirty. And find out how to stop the train, or even better, to derail so the Streak have to save them. Leonard could found out all with an internet.

According to the free-seats at Central City Railway Station's web sides, the best for his plan will be an express to Boston at 11:22 pm. Good time. The platform is ten minutes by foot from museum, seven in hurry, four when he's running. But he didn't want to run, it would be noticeable. Seven sounds good. He will have to test the rate of freezing on different surfaces to know how long the robbery will last. It would take 48 minutes with liquid nitrogen, depending on how much the security guard would defend. He assumed he could handle the gun he will deal with that in less than fifteen minutes. But he needed to know perfectly. It had to be calculated for a second.

xxx

Eleven minutes, if the security guard doesn't defend themself. It will take so long to steal the diamond. Even Leonard himself astonished it will be so soon done. But it was so. He tested each surface five times. And the result was always the same. Just eleven minutes. Six hundred and sixty seconds. This gun was a gift from heaven, or rather from hell.

He was eight pm, he had a lot of time. Leonard checked once again the number of sold tickets, two added. So fifteen passengers. The ticket on the spot will buy an estimated eight more people, a total: twenty three, that Streak will make. But what next? Reading? He had unefinished the One Hundred Years of Solitude book, but he didn't think it will calm him down. He needed to calm his nerves as before every action. And he could did it only by preparing of each action.

He looked at his gun. He didn't know much about it, only that's effectivitiess. But what if it breaks, how does he do? What if it loose all energy how does he charge it? He must know more about it. He pulled the tool case from one of the drawers, removed the guns cover with the help of a screwdriver, and began to view the inner composition of the gun. For a moment, all the wires were confused him, but soon he found the system. To his luck, most of the components were available in stores, so he did not see the problem in some damage. But what could have caused trouble was energy and a strange compound inside. He didn't know what it is. He had to find out who makes the gun and forcing him to tell all about it. Then Leonard found a small microchip, apparently controlling the energy control of the gun. But what worried him about the microchip was it can be wirelessly connected, so they could trace it. Leonard had a same type of microchip in here and he know how programmed it, so it could be simple replaced. He wanted to do it but then he changed his mind. It seems they could find it only if he used the gun. Maybe the Streak found him in the theater because of this chip, not by the police call. He'll exchanges that chip later. Now he wants to lure the Streak, not to escape fro him.

Nine o'clock. He still had a lot of time. He checked the seats in train again. No new pasenger. He dismantled the gun again, and this time he started cleaning it. It didn't need it, but he was nervous. Soon he will meet Streak again. And this time it turns out Leaonard will be an equal opponent to this modern hero. He always thought the heroes were only in comics books or movies, but after the wannabe Robin Hood appeared in Star City, suddenly everyone want to be a hero. And then he did. Smash was a hero, maybe even a super hero. So if Leonard succeeds today, he will be a bad guy, a villain, a supervollain. And as one he needs a costume. And a good name. He wanted something ironic. Something that suits his sarcastic style.

Half past nine. Leonard put the gun together again and went to his "room". He opened the closet. Everything was black. A villain in black, it's too big a cliché. His gun frost, maybe white? No! He would never wore white, it wasn't his style. And it would be very noticeable. And it was too late for shopping anyway, he had to choose something from what he already had. Black, black, black, blue... pants. That blue pants and black coat? No... Black, black, black, black, blue... shirts. No, he does not want shirt. He's not an evil businessman. Black, black, black, black, black, black ... and there it was, the blue ridiculous parka he got from his sister. He wore it just a few times to make his sister happy. It was too ridiculous. And ironic. Perfect for his supervillain costume. Blue belonged to cold, which corresponded to the nature of his gun. The color was dark, but not black. And it was the contrast to the bright red that Streak wear. He tried that jacket. It was long enough to cover almost the entire gun and it covered the shape of his slim body too. One of the recognition characters. He put on jacket's hood, hiding his short hair, and shadowing most of his face. Thanks to the furry fur around it was impossible to see his profile, another recognition sign. And the glasses worked like a mask. In addition, the jacket was fun and ironic, just as he wanted. Now just the name. Winter, Wintertime, Blue Frost, Iceman (no, he heard it somewhere), Mr. Freeze, .. He wasn't good with names, he would think about it later. Or media will name him as they use to do. The Streak was named by them, it wasn't a bad name, but it could have been better. But Streak can't do anything with that, unless he make an interview. And doesn't seem like the Strek wants to. Leonard didn't even wonder.

Ten hours. He worked on the gun once again. And when he did, he put jacket on again. It was time to go.

xxx

On the way to the museum, Leonard look at the train station for the arrival and departure of the trains. There was no delay in the train to Boston. Perfect.

He went slowly to the museum, he had time. He arrived at 11:58 pm. Too early, he waited outside, counted minutes, seconds. 11:04, it's time. Leonard walked over to the large glasses front door. The only thing that protected them was the metal grilles. He felt a bit of not very happy nostalgia when he saw them, the jail. All of them had metal grilles and bare walls. Somewhere from the depths of the subconscious, a strange memory on the glass cell emerged. But he suppressed the unclassified memory quickly.

Leonard pulled out the gun and flicked the fuse. Within three seconds the glass and metal froze and shatter. Nothing prevented him from entering. He walked through the hall, past the cash desk, to the beginning of the exposition. He fired at the other glass doors, shattered them and went to the stairs.

"Freeze!" the guard shouted, pointing at him with his gun as he climbed the stairs. Yes, Leonard definetly doesn't want these name. He would never know if someone wanted to shoot him or calling him.

Leonard could shoot him. He could have killed him, as easily as he killed the attendant at the theater. Just no killing, Leonard. Damn it. It's him or the guard. Unless ... scare him to escape. "You want to end up like that door?" Leonard said as coldly as possible. The guard widened his eyes, shuffled nervously and shook his head. It came out. Leonard moved his head to broken doors, and the guard obeyed. He move around him and ran straight to the exit. He will calls the police, Leonard was sure. But he didn't care, at the time they arrived, he would be gone.

He went on the stairs, passed the McFeely's board. He pointed the gun at it and froze it. He didn't do it, because he hated him. It was just an act of solidarity, saving future visitors from the lovestory from an activist/guide. A few more steps and he stood at his target. On his way, he took off his hood. There was the Kahndaq dynasty diamond. "Hi there." he smiled. Nothing could stop him. He fired at the glass, just briefly to not hit the diamond behind it. The glass with a rumble cracked and mimicked the two doors he'd been freezed before. The whole museum was full of loud siren, the room lit up the red light. Locks on the grilles clicked together, the museum closed. But Leonard didn't mind, the bars at the entrance were already broken, he had a free passage.

He went out on the street, looked at his watch. He did it for eight minutes, he had a lot of time. No one anywhere. But he kept the gun in his hand all the way waited when the Streak would appear. Leonard arrived at the station at 11:18. The train leave in four minutes. He was on the platform when he saw the detective. West was here. The Streak will emerge soon.

Leonard won't going to run, he has enough time, the train was leave in 108 seconds. He just continued on the platform.

He waited for the West behind the pillar. The Streak had saved him once, he will do i again, for sure. Leonard stood there, leaning against the pillar, and waited for the West's reflection in the train window. His escape train began to move. He has to hurry. And there he was, West with a gun in his hand. Leonard came out and pointed the gun on him. But before he could shoot, the bullet hit the pillar beside him. West didn't bring the Streak. But he brought a partner.

Leonard bent automatically and disappeared between the pillars. He must leave, the Streak isn't here, and the train to Boston is already leaving. Leonard will get him next time. And while detective West was arguing with his partner, Leonard jumped into the last wagon of the train and slammed the door behind him. They didn't get him today. And he will get the Streak next time.

He put his hood back on the head as he walked through the aisle. He could sit down and stay till the next stop. But in the depths of his heart, if he had one, Leonard still hoped the Streak would appear. And if he wanted to limit the wounded and the dead to the minimum, they had to be all together so that Streak wouldn't have to run from the wagon to the wagon. At the end of this wagon sat two people, an old woman and a twelve-year-old girl looking out the window. Leonard took a deep breath, picked up the gun, and said firmly, "This is an assault! Into the next wagon." That's what he wanted to say from his first western movie as a child. But the woman and the girl didn't respond. That made his child's dream a little spoiled. Leonard rolled his eyes and fired at the empty seats. It immediately covered by ice. The woman embraced the girl and stared at Leonard. "Now!" Leonard said more firmly, both stood up and listened. The girl wanted to say something, but the woman silenced her and pushed her forward.

There were three people in the next wagon. And just like an old woman with a girl, they thought it was a joke. So Leonard froze another seat.

The third and fourth wagons were empty. And single man sat in the last carriage. He had no doubt, after seeing at the terrified expressions of the other passengers. "Back!" Leonard said and nodded at the rear (front) part of wagon. The man and the other passengers went to the rear seats. The girl pressed at the woman. Leonard felt a stab of guilt. He wanted to calm her down, but he couldn't let her go. And he said: "Here will be safe."

All passengers looked at him in confusion, and he suddenly understood he had undermined his supervillain's image. He wanted to fix it, say something bad, but the girl suddenly stepped out. "But Mom is still in the last wagon. She was on the toilet. "

Leonard wiggles his eyes. Damn! "And you say it now?" He didn't know what the hell he would doing. She was in the last wagon, they were in first. There was too big chance that Streak wouldn't be able to save her. Leonard has to go for her, otherwise the woman will die. Mother from child. Another disappointing. "Wait here." he said, turning to go back to the last wagon. But the door broke, the glass rolled in, and Streak knelt in front of him, in a notorious but aesthetically efficient superhero landing. Now Leonard couldn't go for that woman.

„There's nowhere to run."

"I didn't see you before," Leonard said the apparent, the Streak definately wasn't at the station, otherwise he would save detective West. Again. The Streak stood up as Leonard pointed gun at him. He finally get a better look at the Streak. At least some parts of his face that didn't cover the mask. He doesn't look or sound older than twenty-five. He was still a kid. He should have some fun with friends and not save the day. "Your mom knows you're out of your bedtime?" He asked ironically.

The Streak laughed. Was he really so naive he didn't understand that Leonard should kill him? That a criminal, a thief, a killer with a gun, is ready to fire? "If you wanted to get away you should've taken something faster than a train." That's why that smile, he thought he'd got him. But he was wrong.

"That's if I wanted to get away." Leonard smiled victoriously. Streak's smile disappeared. "I've seen your weakness," Leonard continued. "At the armored car, then at the theater." The Steak looked suspiciously at him. He didn't know what to expect from the thief. "See, while you're busy saving everybody..." The Streak stared nervously at passengers behind Leonard. "...I'll be saving myself." Leonard said, make a quick prayer for a woman in the last wagon, pointing to the floor where the internet says was one of the set of wheels and fired. The Streak covered his eyes over the bright light of the white flame as the floor froze. The wagon began to whine as the wheels stopped spinning.

The Streak was still a little stunned by the light, and Leonard took advantage. He pressed the safety button at the door to unlock them and opened them by force. And while the passengers were shrieking and Streak was looking around in confused, Leonard wished sarcastic good luck with that and jumped out of a still moving train. He did it as an experienced stuntman, without a any injury, and watched the train, which he derailed in the meantime. He watched as the red blur, surrounded by yellow flashes, ran out and back into the wagon and pulls the people out. Leonard started counting. One, two, ... Leonard stood up and ran to the rubble. Three, four, ... He had to add if the Streak had to reach the unprepared. Five, six, seven ... The Streak pulled out all the passengers which Leonard brought into the first wagon.

Leonard was almost there. He slowed down, and waited tensely if Streak pull out the forgotten woman. The Streak ran into the train again, and in three seconds he was outside with a woman Leonard hadn't seen before. It must be her. The Streak ran back inside, probably to make sure he had all of them. Then he jumped out from the window and hit hard. That was Leonard's chance. While the Streak lay face to the ground, Leonard shot him in his back.

The Streak gasped of a breath. A belt of ice was formed around his waist, which held him at the ground. It's allowed him just a small movement. Streak slowly turned on his back as Leonard walked slowly through the rubble and kept pointed at him. "Pretty fast, kid." Leonard praised, without any sign of recognition. "But not fast enough." sound almost disappointed. He expected more from him. Leonard stood for a moment over him, wondering what to say now. It's occurred to him only: "Thank you."

"For what?" Streak asked confusedly. The last thing he expected was thanks from the villain. And maybe he was trying to get some time to escape. Apparently yes. And Leonard chose to give him a chance, he's not want to end it here, and so easily. Leonard didn't know why, but he felt that the boy in red costume deserved more. He just try to protect people.

But what should Leonard say? Should he tell him about those deja-vu? No, he never admits such a thing. "You forced me to up my game, not only with this gun, but with how I think about the job." It was true. He didn't have such a lot of fun at work for a long time. It has been long time when it's become a habit not a fun. But today he felt that fun again. "It's been educational."

"Drop it!" The unknown voice sounded behind him, followed by a strange mechanical sound. Leonard's muscles strained. He slowly turned his head. There stood a small, long-haired man pointing at the end of a pipe and two women carrying the rest of that thing. "This is a prototype of cold gun, four times the size, four times the power."

At that moment, Leonard knew three things. The Streak really didn't work alone, this was his team. His new weapon was called the cold gun and was made by this little man. And the thing that the little man's holding definitely wasn't the prototype of it. When Leonard examining his gun, the cold gun, he noticed one thing. For the flame to come out, the barrel must be perfectly straight. But the barrel of the thing which little man held was attached to a bent pipe that looked like a part of vacuum cleaner. But they had the courage, Leonard had to admit it.

"I was wondering who you were talking to." Leonard murmured as he tried to figure out what to do next.

"Hey, unless you want a taste of your own medicine, I'd back the hell up! " said little man. He dare, Leonard had to admited it.

Leonard chose to play his game and pretended to believe that the little man was holding was another cold gun. "Your hands are shaking. You've never killed anyone."

"There's a first time for everything, Captain Cold. " the little man said that name proudly and distinctly as if he were proud. Apparently he invented it. It was not bad name, just the captain... Cold. Yes, that's the name, Cold. The enemy's partner just gave him a supervillain name. Leonard couldn't help, he bent back his head and laughed. It was so ridiculous. "I will shoot you!" the little man said nervously. He began to worry.

Now or never. This was a chance to let Streak live without Leonard lose his face. "You win, kid." Leonard sighed boredly, picking up a gun from the Streak. "I'll see you around." he stretched, turned, and started to leave.

"Hey, leave the diamond!" the little man scream out to him. He had a nerves.

Leonard may have come to his game: I have you sewn up, but he was not that stupid to do what the little man said. "Don't push your luck." murmured Leonard without stopping. He was just walking through the rubble back to the Central City.

xxx

The journey back to the city would take an hour to walk, and he would meet the police. He didn't want to risk the shootout. And the journey was long. He could walk in the woods, but the journey would be longer.

The road illuminated the lights of the car. And it wasn't cops. Leonard stepped straight into the road and the car abruptly stopped. The driver opened the car's window and began to scream. Leonard ignored him. He shuffled to the window, the cold gun in his hand. The driver stopped and stared at the gun. "Out!" Leonard said and terrified driver did. "Phone!" he said, and the man pulled out his cell phone. But Leonard didn't call anywhere, as the man had expected. He tossed the phone to the ground and stamped on it instead. Now the man couldn't call the police, and Leonard had a free way.

He sat after the wheel and turn on the engine. He didn't like to drive, he preferred to have his hands free. But he had no choice, he was alone. For the first time after long years, he had no partner in crime. Leonard frowned. "I'll leave the car in the parking lot next to the hospital." he said, and left. The man just stood there, alone on the empty road, wondering what had happened.

On the way, Leonard thinking. He couldn't work alone. He needed someone to cover his back and who he could manipulate with. Someone who doesn't mind of dirtying his hands and standing against the Streak. Who can listen the orders and work on a long-term basis, not just in short events and done. Leonard thought Andy would be a good substitute, but he was wrong, he disappeared in the first trouble. Right, he was a substitute. A substitute for a man who had all these qualities. Leonard has to find him. He must get Mick in his new crew. And Leonard knew exactly what will convince him.

xxx

"Snart." Mick muttered in surprised. He studied the man in the door from head to toe. "What are you wearing?" Mick laught. Leonard frowned. Mick had already seen this jacket. In the strip bar last winter when Mick called him and had the strange talk about heroism. But Leonard didn't want to talk about it. He must keep any sarcastic remarks at a minimum, for now. At least till Mick will accept their cooperation.

"We need to talk, Mick." Leonard said simply. Mick looked at him once more, assessing any threat. Then he stepped back and motioned for Leonard to come in.

"That robbery in the museum tonight, that was you?" Mick asked, when he led Leonard through the empty corridor to the living room, which was only a seat with a chair, table and an old television. There was nothing on the table, just empty beer bottles and six packs of matches. His obsession with the fire didn't seem to have changed at all.

"Yeah." Leonard looked around a small gloomy apartment. "The train too." Leonard didn't understand how Mick could fall so deep. For the years they worked together, Mick earned enough for a huge luxury apartment in the center, at least, and enought money to lifetime retirement, when he may never work and live in the apartment. Leonard knew that Mick had a weakness for alcohol, strip-bars, and whores, but he can't waste it all for that. Leonard dind't understand where the money disappeared. And he won't mention it.

"What train?" Mick sat down on the shabby seat and stretched his legs on the chair, so Leonard couldn't sit. Leonard was sure Mick made it purposely. But he didn't care. Leonard walked over to the darked windows and leaned over their beam, placing the metal case on the sill. In the meantime, Mick reached for the matches on the table and began firing one by one. His habit, after his... accident. "What do you want, Snart?" Mick muttered moodily as he realized Leonard wouldn't answer him. He lit another match as he did it every time he needed to calm down. He didn't look at Leonard, just watching the fading flame on a thin piece of wood. Leonard wasn't surprised. Mick blamed him for his injuries.

They worked with Joe and Dan at that time. They hid in an old fuel store. And as always, both of them and Mick argued just before the planned action. The unilateral argument (from Joe's and Dan's side) got out of control, because they thought Mick gave more attention to his lighter than t them. One of them, Leonard didn't know which one, but he hoped it was Dan who he killed, pushed to Mick. He fell on some gasoline barrels that he capsized, and he dropped the lighter... They both fled, Mick stay, unconsciousness. Leonard brought the two of them on that action, even he though knew about disputes they have with Mick. Mick might even forgive him, but Leonard, angry about broke action, told to Mick a few things which he shouldn't. It all came to the conclusion that Mick left and their cooperation was over. But Mick's obsession with fire only deepened.

Leonard glanced once more at the apartment. If he knew how Mick was, he would do something about it. Mick looked pretty good at the strip bar. Now he looks like a wreck. "I know it's been a while since we pulled that job." Leonard began, a bit of regret in his voice. Mick grinned. He hated regret. "I know it didn't go so well for you…" he said it more to himself. Mick ignored him. He just stared at the dying flame of the match. When the flame died, he pulled out another match. "And I know I said we were finished. But things have changed." Mick alerted. This interested Mick. What had to change to great Leonard Snart come up with his own version of the apology? He was so curious that he forgot to light a new match in his hand. "If I want to keep working in Central City, I'm gonna need a new kind of crew." That's what it was. That bastard Snart wanted to keep his imaginary throne. "I'm gonna need someone like you." And he wants his help. Mick grinned, and Leonard knew he had to change his game. He need to use a compliments. In Mick's twisted view of the World. And a little bribe. "You're tolerant of extremes. You have certain skills. You just need some direction." Leonard slowly came to the table in front of Mick, the metal case in his hands. Then he laid it on the table and opened it. Mick nervously ignited the forgotten match to shine on the insides of case. "And I can give that to you." It was a gun, a strange gun with lots of tubing and a strange container. Mick liked it but didn't know what it was. "You still like playing with fire? You're gonna love this." Leonard said proudly.

"What's this?" Mick asked suspiciously.

"Special gun. Little gift from Star Labs. In that container is combustible liquid fuel that ignites on contact with the air. Its temperature is many times higher than the average flame."

Mick smiled. He didn't understand it, but he caught the most important: ignites and flame. "Why are you giving it to me?"

"There is a new hero in town. They call him the Streak. He's fast, very fast." Leonard explained, and Mick leaned his head to one side. He looked like a dog. A good little doggieto those insufferable wannabes. Leonard didn't know where it came from, it just came out and then disappeared, same as the woman's voice. He shake his head as if he wanted to shake that thoughts away and went on. "Everyone is afraid of him, but I know how to stop him. And these guns will help us. "

"Guns?"

Leonard pulled out his jacket a little and show his gun, attached to his leg. "Cold." he said simply.

Mick smiled ironicly. "Yeah, it suits you."

Leonard didn't comment it. He just watched Mick, who was looking intently at the gun in the case. Finally he picked it up. Leonard had another flash: Mick, pointing at him with this gun. But he suppressed it deep into the subconscious. "So, are you in Mick? Or are you out?" asked Leonard in the end.

Mick laught. „Yeah buddy, I'm in."

And they were team.

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Leonard Snart's personality (from my point of view):Leonard may not grown up in luxury, but as a high class thief he must learn how to act politely and a little seductively. And ofcourse he have to know how manipulate with people. But deep inside is insecure and marked by his father's behavior when he was a child. However in the world of crime is dangerous to have any weakness, so he created his cold mask known as Leonard Snart.

History of the City: I read on some web-side that Central City is located in Idaho. That's why I deduced the history of the city andpull out of one's assby the history of this area.

Kahndaq dynasty: Kahndaq is the fictional DC Comic's country in the Middle East, located between Israel and Egypt.

A lot of references on COLD and ICE: Yes, that's deliberately because I thought it fun. You know, as when we watched this episode for the first time and know that Leonard becomes a Captain Cold and will wearing that ridiculous parka, but you have to wait till final battle in last few minutes. And yes I did not mention cold gun until Cisco said it. Because it would be a great coincidence if people in Star Labs name it cold gun and Leonard name it exactly same. I think he called it a cold gun after Cisco said "This is a prototype cold gun." Same as he starts calling himself Cold.

Choosing a name: Yes, I intentionally chosed existing code-names like Iceman (Marvel, X-man) and Mr. Freeze (Batman's enemy). I wanted to use Killer Frost (later Caitlin Snow), but that would be too much.

Barry's age: Bartholomew Henry "Barry" Allen was born on March 14, 1989. The Flash takes place in 2014, so he was really 25 years old.

The parka (jascket): Leonard still remembers how he met Mick in the strip bar (in Dc's Legends of Tomorrow 1x16). That day Leonard was wearing that blue jacket, so he supposed Mick had seen it already. But it hadn't happen for Mick yet because it was his future version from 2016.