Familar Faces

Leonard Snart always considered himself a man who could roll with any punches given to him, and often that was very true. Being in his "career" certainly required that as you never knew when you were going to walk away with your prize and not face the police or the Flash or some other vigilante. His preparedness and ability to expect the unexpected had kept him in charge of his Rogues and out of prison on a regular basis.

This, however, was different. He'd not expected he'd find himself on another Earth out of the blue, and wouldn't you know it, he wasn't alone. People from his Earth he was familiar with like Red Hood had taken up residence in Hell's Kitchen, and apparently even the big bad Batman and the blue boyscout were around as well.

No sign of the Flash, though. Snart wasn't sure how he felt about that, maybe melancholy. Like he should be glad the Flash wasn't around to get in his way, but also disappointment and knowing if Flash wasn't going to be around to play, another vigilante would be, one with no regard for the game and thus undeserving of Snart's respect that the thief would cut down without a second thought.

This mixture of thoughts and rare bout of uncertainty made Leonard crave a drink. He didn't use alcohol to escape his problems, for he was not his father, but it did serve to give him that chance to calm his nerves and gather his thoughts better, and asking around(and lifting cash from a few wallets) had gotten him to this lowkey establishment he now stood before. Not bad upon entry, reminded him of the 4th Avenue bar he and his Rogues would hang out at when they weren't committing crimes and just wanted to hang out for a round of pool or to watch the games. Walking past several of the patrons, he took notice of a blonde in leather sitting by herself, and barely hid his amusement as she shooed away some sloppy beta loser who either had the worst game or too much to drink. With the predicament he'd found himself in, he elected not to let his skills go to waste till he decided what his next course of action would be.

Strolling over to the bar table he took the bartender's attention first. "Jack, leave the bottle." he stated, the bartender leaving a JD bottle and glass for him as he turned his attention to the blonde and recognition hit now that he saw her up close. "Miss Lance, not the first person I was hoping to run into..."

Cold let her respond as he turned his barstool to face her, his hand resting on his knee though it was more to keep it in a position he could easily grab his Cold Gun if a fight was about to happen, though his relaxed posture would make it clear he wasn't here to start anything. "So, what brings the blonde bombshell herself to this... establishment?" he asked, giving a glance at the seedy scenery before looking back at his unexpected companion.

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Snart was no mind-reader, so he chalked up Dinah's disappointment to the obvious. Not that it bothered him, he was a career criminal and she was a vigilante so any idiot familiar with the two would normally see where they stood with eachother. Still, he'd had a few friendlier moments with the Flash when he wasn't trying to kill him, and he didn't have any problems with Black Canary so here they still were without fists or weapons drawn. Snart responded to her comment and smirk with one of his own practically trademark ones. "Pity," he said in his usual snarky tone before taking a shot of his drink, confident now that a fight was not going to happen any time soon and they could enjoy their drinks like two civilized people.

He cocked his head a little as Black Canary made mention of Harley's new place. "Riiiight, heard about that little hovel. Sounded a bit too... noisy for my tastes when all I want's a drink," he replied. Maybe if none of his Rogues showed up in this world and he needed to rent some backup for a heist later down the road he'd check up on her, but otherwise the less he had to do with the Joker and his ilk the better. If he wanted to be in the company of clowns he'd have taken up more of Jesse's offers to hang out.


Snart took another shot of his drink and looked over at Dinah again. "Interesting I don't see Robin Hood about..." he mused. "And how have you and his merry men been?"


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Snart raised an eyebrow at Canary's comment about Green Arrow sleeping with other, younger women. So he was that kind of guy, huh? Somehow the Rogue was not surprised. Guys who had it all always seemed to take everything for granted, didn't they? True, Snart was an unrepentant career criminal and professional thief, but he didn't cheat on the women he'd dated(rare as those occurrences were. A man had his needs but he also had a lot of other things to put his time and energy into), he had his standards, after all.

"Cheat on a woman of your skills and good looks? He'd have to be a idiot," Snart replied bluntly, giving her a glance-over as he did. He wasn't above noting that Black Canary was a very beautiful woman. Very strong, too, and clearly devoted if she put up with long enough to sound as weary as she did about it. Perhaps too devoted. He could feel whatever respect he had for the emerald archer drop a little. "As I've had to tell my sister whenever she got a new boyfriend: You deserve better."

When she asked about if any of his "friends" were around, Snart simply gave his usual snide smirk and a slight cock of his head. "Wouldn't you like to know," he said. "Planning to apprehend me if I don't have Mick or Scudder or Jesse waiting outside? I haven't done anything," he teased. Not that he felt especially threatened, even if she did something he technically hadn't committed any crimes on this Earth to be booked for, and even if he was put away he'd done more prison breaks then he could remember to the point he saw prison as mostly an inconvenience. "Haven't seen them either."

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Snart's smirk spread to a grin when Canary turned his own words back at him. "Touche, Miss Lance."

"All a matter of perspective," he said in response to the good and bad scenario that Canary spelt out. Obviously their viewpoint on what was good and what was bad for them would have been the opposite. Snart was unfamiliar with this Earth and while he didn't doubt his skills, he operated even better when he had his Rogues, as then they were truly a force to be reckoned with. Without them, he was a thief with a fancy gun. A very damn good thief, but not someone who could carve a huge sphere of influence in the underworld. He listened as she talked about the League members, a little disappointed the Flash was not mentioned out of them and confirming his suspicions as it would have been likely she'd have known if he was here or not; the guy was a bit of a show-off after all considering he had a whole museum made in his name back home.

She asked what he planned to do, and quite honestly, Snart was still working on that. He'd kept a cool head as ever about his predicament but without his Rogues he was somewhat more vulnerable to the authorities. There was still the chance some of them had turned up. Mick. Lisa. Scudder. Mardon. He'd even take Digger or Jesse. He'd find a way to reach out to them, they always knew where to look on the occasions they did break out of prison and need to reassemble he'd find a way to make it happen here. "I am what I am, Miss Lance, but I guess time will tell, won't it?" He poured himself another glass and drank it down. "Though I can't say I'd entirely mind you chasing me... Until then why don't we continue enjoying our little truce?"

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Snart smirked dryly again at Canary's assertion that she held out hope he'd turn over a new leaf. "There are some who'd say anything's possible, but I wouldn't hold your breath." he replied. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that spiel, given the Flash usually made an effort and demonstrated a confident opinion that Snart could do better with his life, even be a hero if he wanted to, but Snart knew what he was good at. His father trained him as a child because there were situations that required a smaller person and smaller hands when it came to breaking and entering. Then he found himself needing to put those skills to use again when his father ended up in Iron Heights so he could support Lisa. True, under different circumstances and a different life where they still had their mother and their father remained out of it, he and Lisa could have gone a different path, but they were what they were.

"Likewise," Snart replied to Canary's next statement. "I may be a cold-hearted bastard, but I'm a cold-hearted bastard with ethics." Sure, some criminals were stupid enough to think it made him soft, made him weak, but every last one of them found out the hard way just how wrong that assumption was. Snart was a successful thief and leader of the Rogues and he believed in leadership by example, as well as leadership by making an example of anyone who defied him. Truth be told Snart had his own... concerns. Lisa was a big girl and he made damn sure raising her that she could take care of herself, and they traded barbs on a regular basis, but he still worried about her, as any decent big brother would. Having spent his whole life learning to conceal his emotions, he too, kept a steely poker face as he took another shot of his drink amidst the awkward silence between them.

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Snart grinned when Dinah offered to order some food to share. He was hungry, but he also had his dignity. "Why not? Maybe this place has something worthwhile. Surprise me," he said. So far the place was far from the worst, he might even come back sometime if in the area as the alcohol was at least acceptable.

He leaned back and watched as some drunk moron tried to proposition Dinah. Sure Snart was more then capable of curb-stomping this lowlife having spent more then enough time in prison to learn how to handle idiots bigger then himself, but if Dinah was expecting some brazen white knight she was in for disappointment. Plus he knew she could handle it herself and he just didn't care enough to intervene anyway. Sure enough, Dinah got the idiot to leave and she asked about if he had this sort of problem with girls.

"Me?" Leonard smirked again. "I do get propositioned every once in a while when I take a little downtime. Were you hoping you had a shot, Miss Lance?" he teased. Of course he had been, though he often took up the offers he was given unless he was busy planning his next heist. Like any decent thief he had stolen many a heart and broken just as many. It was just who he was and he rarely was the type for attachments.

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"Of course you'd say that," Snart replied with an amused smirk. He didn't exactly proposition her so much as ask if she was propositioning him. But that was how the do-gooders were, weren't they? The last person to make him change anything about himself was the Flash, who got him and the Rogues to follow a (somewhat flexible) no killing rule, but it appealed to his ego that he could accomplish his crimes without a body count. Plus, killing lawmen and capes for any reasons outside of pure self defense put you at the top of the hit lists of both.

The music started and it was clearly putting Dinah in a mood. He watched her a moment as he took another drink. He was just as capable of appreciating a shapely female form as much as the next man and it certainly was giving the vibe of an invitation. "Go on, I'll watch," he said, smirk still in place and turning his barstool so he could enjoy the show. He might change his mind partway in, but he wasn't about to let Black Canary think he was that easy to reel in for even a friendly dance.

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