Captain Cold.

"My gun negates thermal motion. Stops protons and electrons dead in their tracks. People too." ____________ Leonard Snart AKA Captain Cold. Master of Absolute Zero. Leader of The Rogues.

"This is the best day a' the year if y'ask me. Not the type a' green I usually like but that don't matter at happy hour."

"I do plenty. I let 'em deal with eachother while I get as rich as a king. 'Sides, doing anything too big spoils the fun and brings in more trouble than its worth."

"Nothing to talk about. Speedsters and gorillas are just huge pains in my ass. I don't need no shrink."

"Fuck speedsters and fuck apes, I hate 'em both."

|| Wong account silly me

"Been around for three Flashes, yet I'm still kicking. Must be doin' something right."

"Watch it, Doc. Cause there ain't no way your on /my/ nice list."

"The best Flash is whichever one I ain't talking to at the time. I tell the young one-- the ginger kid, that I prefer his mentor. Then I tell his mentor I prefer his successors. Keeps 'em on their toes."

"So Central City... Keystone... who missed me?"

|| I'm going to try to be around more often. I know it's been awhile but I realized how much I missed RP. Its hard for me because very often I'd try to come back but the words weren't coming to me, like I lost the voice I had for all my characters.

Leonard assumes she's mad at him, but he can't exactly blame her. He left without a word. But he doesn't apologize. It's not in his nature. Instead he stands there like an idiot.

"Except that wasn't /me/." The Rogue scowled. "I see you haven't changed much."

|| Now who the hell do I follow on here?

"El." Len spots her himself, he can't help saying her name with a bit of warmth, despite his rigid posture. He's thankful for his goggles, hiding the shame that would no doubt show in his eyes were they visible. "How've ya been?"

"You better not have done anything to her, /Doctor/. Cause let me tell you, frostbitten fingers don't always heal."

"Legally... you mean El? How is sh---" For a moment Len gets excited. He did miss her, but he knows better than to show these things. His composure regained, Len's cold demeaner returns. "She should know better than to look for me."