Tanerine25
The Society: Snart
Gotham was crumbling around them as Nygma, Polaris, and Sivana made their way out of the city. Luckily, they were able to escape with minimal damage to their car and with convenient gas masks. According to Luthor, he had already gotten Toyman. The trio was off to their next job.
—Central City—
Captain Cold set down his gun and adjusted his visor, sighing out. His breath hung in the cold air of the basement, and he leaned on the table he was standing in front of. The New Rogues, some cons from Gotham sent by who knows, had taken over most of Cold’s original territory. Now? The original Rogues disbanded. They didn’t believe Cold was a good leader anymore.
They tried to go it alone, but they got rounded up real quick by the Flash and locked up tight. Heatwave. Weather Wizard. Abracadabra. Mirror Master. All that was left of the old guard was Captain Cold. But he wasn’t feeling it anymore.
Sure, he could get vengeance against the Flash. He kicked his friends’ asses and locked them up. But then again, his “friends” abandoned him and went on a quote unquote suicide mission. So Leonard Snart leaned on a table, in a cold basement in Central City, unmotivated and feeling empty.
That is, until the door opened and the stairs began to creak.
Nygma cleared his throat and spoke first, “Mr. Snart. I heard about your pals getting arrested. My condolences.”
Leonard looked up from the table at Nygma, not paying any mind to the two others who followed him in. He picked himself up slightly rolled his eyes and beneath his visor.
“Condolences, yeah. Hello Nygma. Long time, no see. I think the last time we saw each other was...2013? When those evil Justice League wannabes showed up from ‘another dimension.’” Snart put those last two words in air quotes.
Nygma smiled and nodded, “Yeah. It’s been a while, Leo. Oh, these are my associates. Dr. Thaddeus Sivana and Dr. Polaris.”
Polaris nodded to Snart. Sivana held out his hand for a handshake, “A pleasure, Mr. Snart.”
Snart ignored him and stood up a bit straighter, “What’s this all about, Nygma. Luthor isn’t remaking his little secret society, is he?”
Nygma shrugged, grinning, “Hit the nail on the head, Captain!”
The Society: Snart
Gotham was crumbling around them as Nygma, Polaris, and Sivana made their way out of the city. Luckily, they were able to escape with minimal damage to their car and with convenient gas masks. According to Luthor, he had already gotten Toyman. The trio was off to their next job.
—Central City—
Captain Cold set down his gun and adjusted his visor, sighing out. His breath hung in the cold air of the basement, and he leaned on the table he was standing in front of. The New Rogues, some cons from Gotham sent by who knows, had taken over most of Cold’s original territory. Now? The original Rogues disbanded. They didn’t believe Cold was a good leader anymore.
They tried to go it alone, but they got rounded up real quick by the Flash and locked up tight. Heatwave. Weather Wizard. Abracadabra. Mirror Master. All that was left of the old guard was Captain Cold. But he wasn’t feeling it anymore.
Sure, he could get vengeance against the Flash. He kicked his friends’ asses and locked them up. But then again, his “friends” abandoned him and went on a quote unquote suicide mission. So Leonard Snart leaned on a table, in a cold basement in Central City, unmotivated and feeling empty.
That is, until the door opened and the stairs began to creak.
Nygma cleared his throat and spoke first, “Mr. Snart. I heard about your pals getting arrested. My condolences.”
Leonard looked up from the table at Nygma, not paying any mind to the two others who followed him in. He picked himself up slightly rolled his eyes and beneath his visor.
“Condolences, yeah. Hello Nygma. Long time, no see. I think the last time we saw each other was...2013? When those evil Justice League wannabes showed up from ‘another dimension.’” Snart put those last two words in air quotes.
Nygma smiled and nodded, “Yeah. It’s been a while, Leo. Oh, these are my associates. Dr. Thaddeus Sivana and Dr. Polaris.”
Polaris nodded to Snart. Sivana held out his hand for a handshake, “A pleasure, Mr. Snart.”
Snart ignored him and stood up a bit straighter, “What’s this all about, Nygma. Luthor isn’t remaking his little secret society, is he?”
Nygma shrugged, grinning, “Hit the nail on the head, Captain!”