Okay guys, Coldwave is my new recent ship (despite the lack of fiction), and I love the idea of them raising a kid together….hence this series of one-shots revolving around this scenario.
I am now taking prompts for these one-shots and the gif sets available on my Tumblr ( tagged/coldwave)
Enjoy! Please read and review :)
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Leonard winced as the front door to their hide-out slammed open, as Mark Mardon made his way inside…10 seconds later, the screams of his son echoed throughout the apartment.
"Nicely done Mardon…" sighed Len, his eyes scanning the blueprints of their upcoming heist, "….nothing like a loud bang to really get a kid to settle down."
"It's the middle of the afternoon!" complained Mark, "What the hell's the kid in bed for?!"
Mick, who was standing at the opposite end of the table, grinned. "Naptime...means me and his Daddy get some alone time."
Mark grimaced, "Oh I didn't need to hear that…"
"Just because you and the little Piper ain't-"
"Enough Mick!" interrupted Len, before turning his attention back to Mark, "You woke him up, now you can sort him out."
"Sort him out?"
Len rolled his eyes, "Change his diaper and make sure he's clean and dressed….simple enough for you?"
Mark scowled, spinning around and heading towards the kid's room, muttering under his breath angrily. The screams had died off to the occasional wail and, upon entering the room, Mark couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. Lucas had pulled himself up to his feet, hands still tightly clutching the bars of his cot as tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Hey kiddo…." Whispered Mark, reaching in and lifting the baby out, "….sorry about that. Silly Weather wizard huh?"
Bouncing Lucas up and down, Mark managed to calm him down….until he smelt something that made his stomach churn slightly. "Fuc-Jesus Christ kid! What are they feeding you!?"
After a quick change (and the sudden realization that the diaper can be used as a shield against oncoming urine attacks), Mark found himself holding a scowling Lucas. "Right…now for clean clothes…which are where?"
He span around on the spot, causing Lucas to giggle a little, until his eyes fell on a box stuffed to the brim with colourful onesies and….was that a wolf? Picking up the top onesie, Mark was delighted to see that it had paw gloves/boots and a wolf-head hood.
"Oh I always knew your parents were softies…" he muttered as he placed Lucas back on the changing table in order to get him dressed. After a few minutes of squirming and protests, Lucas was all dressed up and ready to go. Mark carried him out into the living room and placed him on the ground.
"What do you want me to do now!?" called out Mark. Leonard strode in from the side room and grinned at the sight of his son crawling towards him, babbling excitedly as he went. "Well done Mardon…you were actually useful." He knelt down to the ground and held out his hands, "And how are you wolfie, nice nap?"
Mark was impressed at the speed at which Lucas crawled towards his Dad, laughing when Leonard lifted him up into the air.
"Alright Kiddo…" chuckled Leonard, "…You're gonna need to stay in here whilst Daddy, Papa and Mark have a nice chat about the next job okay?"
He placed the child in his playpen as he and Mark entered the side room. The overall plan was simple really, the meet-up was just a formality. As they were going through the exit plan, Len suddenly paused, glanced at his watch and smirked. "Excuse me gentlemen, just got to nip out for a moment."
He opened the door to the side room, to reveal Lucas just outside of the door. The baby babbled excitedly when he saw his Dad, however, this grin soon faded when Leonard picked him up and carried him back into the sitting room, and placed him back in the playpen. "No, no, no kiddo…." He chuckled warmly, "…you've got to stay in here remember?"
Without looking back, Leonard strode back into the side room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Mark frowned in confusion, "What the hell was that all about?"
Mick grinned, "Len's figured out that it now takes Lucas around ten minutes to escape from his playpen and crawl to this room. I think the kid thinks it's a game."
Len nodded, "Yes, I'm sure he does. However, he only tends to do it once before giving up, so let's get the rest of this plan sorted out before the heist."
After around fifteen minutes, everything was clear. Mark rolled his shoulders and winced, "This had better work Snart. I'm fed up of that goodie two-shoes Flash spoiling all of my fun…and making me poorer as well."
Len frowned, "It'll work…so long as we all remain calm and try not to set off the silent alarms." He glared at his partner and their team-mate as he said this, remembering previous heists.
None of them noticed the door ease open, "Aaah! Ba ba acka ba!"
The three adults span around in surprise, their eyes widening in shock when they saw Lucas standing in the doorway, his hand braced on the doorframe as he wobbled slightly. Mark glanced between the kid and Len, "I thought you said he'd only escape once?"
Len, who was still staring at his son, frowned. "He usually only does…unless…." He trailed off as he moved around the table, leaving a clear path between him and Lucas. Slowly, he knelt down and held out his arms, "Come here Lucas…come on." He softly whispered, his eyes still intently focused on his son.
There was a few seconds where nobody moved….until Lucas grinned, his hand leaving the support of the doorframe as he slowly stumbled over, placing one foot in front of the other. As he wobbled to within an arm's length away, Len shuffled forwards and lifted his son up in the air and laughed, "Clever boy!"
Mick bounded over and lifted Lucas out of Len's arm's, throwing him in the air and catching him again, "Watch out world!" he cried out, "We've got a new Flash on the block!" Lucas giggled, gently patting his Papa on his rough cheek, causing the arsonist's grin to broaden, "You were very careful to make sure that there were no cameras around when you did that weren't you?!"
"Don't worry about that…" chuckled Mark, causing all eyes to focus on him. He had his phone in hand and was typing out a message, "…that cute little moment was caught, and now all of the Rogues will see that Captain Cold isn't quite as icy as he would like us to believe."
Both Mark and Mick laughed at the grimace on Len's face (with Lucas quickly joining in for the hell of it).
"Even my sister?"
"Even your sister…so don't be surprised if she decides to make an unexpected visit."
It took a while, but eventually Leonard managed to school his face into a more neutral expression, "Well, do send us a copy then…it'll be something to watch when he's tiring us out in a couple of years."
…..
Mark stayed for a few hours afterwards, watching as Snart and Rory took delight in encouraging Lucas to walk to them, increasing his confidence as he got steadier and steadier. Eventually, the three of them made their way to the moth-bitten sofa, where Len promptly fell asleep.
Mark watched as Mick smiled at his partner, it was one of the only times the arsonist looked soft.
"Damn fool…" muttered Mick, gently bouncing Lucas up and down, "….he's been up at all hours of the morning trying to plan this job."
"He always has been dedicated….hey, Lucas is looking a little droopy?"
Mick glanced down to see his son's head bobbing up and down as he tried to stay awake. "Wonderful…." He muttered, "….usually Len's the one to put him to bed."
"…Why's that?"
"His singing voice is nicer than mine."
"Snart can sing?!"
"Oh yeah….surprised me as well." Slowly, Mick stood up, being careful not to jostle Len as he strode towards Lucas's room and placed him in the cot. As soon as his back hit the mattress, the one-year old began to fuss, arching his back as he softly sobbed.
Mark shook his head in amazement, "B-but he was tired!"
Mick sighed, "Don't try and understand a baby's logic…." He lifted Lucas back into his arms and began to rock him back and forth, "….Alright kiddo, you brought this on yourself."
Quietly, he began to hum a familiar tune;
"A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows over Lullaby bay
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting
Waiting, to sail your worries away
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the key
The winds of night, so softly are sighing
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain
Wave goodbye, to cares of the day
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from Lullaby Bay
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain
Wave goodbye, to cares of the day
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from Lullaby Bay"
Before the song was even finished, Lucas was fast asleep. Mick gently placed him back into the cot and the pair tiptoed out of the room. Mark clapped the arsonist on the back and grinned, "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? Really?"
"It's a classic…."
Mark smirked, "You know…you're actually a good father."
"You sound surprised…."
"It's a good kind of surprised…if that means you're less likely to kill me."
Mick shrugged, "Me and Len didn't have the best childhoods….I like to think we're making up for our parents, by being good ones ourselves."
"Well, you're succeeding…." Grinned Mark, "…and that kid's happy with you guys."
"I only hope it stays that way."
