Leonard Snart's daughter was the most beautiful little girl in the world, and that wasn't just his biased opinion. It was the truth.
Little Isabelle had beautiful pale skin that was dusted in an expanse of freckles, and the most beautiful pale blue eyes. She had a mass of red, curly hair that she always preferred to have put in pigtails with ribbons. Despite her young age it was easy to tell that when she filled out she would have high cheekbones and a perfect facial structure. Her aunt also loved putting her in the most adorable little dresses, and telling the girl she looked just like a princess.
Long story short, Isabelle was the ideal child to kidnap. That's why Len was panicking, and Leonard Snart never panicked.
He couldn't remember when his duaghter's dainty little hand had slipped from his own, and it was impossible to see her in the crowd. It had gone against his better judgement to take her to the mall on a Saturday, but the little girl had begged him with her big blue eyes, and he couldn't say no to her. Neither could Lisa or Mick, which was why all three of them had gone to the mall with her, and we're now split up to frantically search for his child.
Len asked anyone who would pay attention to him if they had seen Isabelle, and he desperately hoped that Lisa and Mick were having better luck than he was. No one seemed to have even caught a glimpse of the stunning girl. Almost forty five minutes had passed before Len saw red hair out of the corner of his eye.
He turned to look, and immediately felt rage filling his very being. Some creep with disgusting long hair was touching Isabelle's pant leg, and her bare skin, while some dark skinned woman just stood and watched.
"What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?" He roared out.
The angry man charged forward and shoved the pervert away from Isabelle, scooping her into his arms easily. He heard the child call to him, but he ignored her and whipped around to glare at the stranger that had dared to touch his pride and joy. If they weren't in public Len would kill this man in the slowest and most painful way possible. When the man looked up at him, Len's breath caught in his throat.
Wide hazel eyes, full of innocence and confusion stared up at him, and a pink tongue flicked out to lick his lips nervously.
"I- I wasn't doing anything bad, I swear. I found her on the ground, and she was hurt, so I wrapped up her ankle and bought her ice cream."
Len refused to believe that pathetic excuse. The way the man's voice shook and his eyes flicked over to the woman for help had him reconsidering his resolve though.
"I know I said you'd get mistaken for a criminal, but I didn't think it would actually happen." The woman finally uttered.
She started laughing, unable to stop herself. The man on the ground glared at her as he struggled to stand up. Len almost felt bad for possibly hurting the man.
"This isn't funny, Iris."
Len was filled with the overwhelming urge to slap the woman, Iris's, hand away when she tugged on the strange man's tangled hair. She was still laughing at his misfortune.
"It's hilarious," She finally slowed her laughter and glanced at Len with a smile. "I swear that Barry would never do anything to hurt your daughter. He's just a big Care Bear. Now if you'll excuse us, he needs to get this rat's nest chopped right off."
The woman grabbed Barry's arm and tugged him away before Len had a chance to respond. Len glanced down at Isabelle when she shifted to wave at Barry excitedly.
"Byebye Barry! Come play with me later!"
Barry turned slightly and stumbled over his feet to wave at Isabelle. The way her face lit up helped Len realize that the entire situation had been a huge misunderstanding on his part, not that he would admit it.
After all, it took Isabelle months to warm up to her friends her age, and she hadn't been with Barry for more than an hour at most.
If Isabelle liked Barry, that meant he was absolutely perfect.