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stark_international2017-01-12 09:12 pm
frostyfelon) wrote in stark_international2017-01-12 09:12 pm
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[Snart & Murdock] I'm taking back the crown
"Welcome to the end of eras,
Ice has melted back to life,
Done my time and served my sentence,
Dress me up and watch me die,
If it feels good, tastes good,
It must be mine"
Characters: Leonard Snart & Matt Murdock
Continuation of: Minor Injuries
He should've expected to wake in a hospital bed, cuffed to the handrail. He was under supervision and he had a feeling, as soon as he was awake, they'd transfer him to the local prison. His information, his identity, his warrants, and criminal record were all erased, thanks to his deal with Barry, so nothing would trace back to him. The only thing they had on record was this current, failed job.
He carefully pulled the IV from the top of his hand with his teeth and gripped the needle in his fingers. He bent it at an angle with his teeth and turned his hand over to use the improvised tool to unlock the first cuff. The first one was the hardest, using the same hand that was cuffed to the bed, but with that hand finally free, he could easily unlock the other. He pulled the power on the heart monitor so it wouldn't wail when he removed the infrared finger monitor, then detached himself from the machine.
There were probably police posted in the hallway or right at his door to keep him from escaping, so he'd need to be very smooth. Unfortunately, by the time he reached the door, someone opened it. He stood in place, glaring daggers at the man who stepped through. Well, there went his escape plan A.
"I think you might have the wrong room." He drawled sarcastically. Whoever this guy was, he didn't look like a detective or a cop. Snart didn't recognise him, so he wasn't a visitor if he was even allowed visitors.
Ice has melted back to life,
Done my time and served my sentence,
Dress me up and watch me die,
If it feels good, tastes good,
It must be mine"
Characters: Leonard Snart & Matt Murdock
Continuation of: Minor Injuries
He should've expected to wake in a hospital bed, cuffed to the handrail. He was under supervision and he had a feeling, as soon as he was awake, they'd transfer him to the local prison. His information, his identity, his warrants, and criminal record were all erased, thanks to his deal with Barry, so nothing would trace back to him. The only thing they had on record was this current, failed job.
He carefully pulled the IV from the top of his hand with his teeth and gripped the needle in his fingers. He bent it at an angle with his teeth and turned his hand over to use the improvised tool to unlock the first cuff. The first one was the hardest, using the same hand that was cuffed to the bed, but with that hand finally free, he could easily unlock the other. He pulled the power on the heart monitor so it wouldn't wail when he removed the infrared finger monitor, then detached himself from the machine.
There were probably police posted in the hallway or right at his door to keep him from escaping, so he'd need to be very smooth. Unfortunately, by the time he reached the door, someone opened it. He stood in place, glaring daggers at the man who stepped through. Well, there went his escape plan A.
"I think you might have the wrong room." He drawled sarcastically. Whoever this guy was, he didn't look like a detective or a cop. Snart didn't recognise him, so he wasn't a visitor if he was even allowed visitors.
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He smiles, amused, his eyes not quite tracking where the man was. "It's possible. It wouldn't be the first time." Strange how they let the criminal up walking around but perhaps the police didn't see him as much of a threat without his cold gun. He offers a hand forward in Snart's direction, "Matt Murdock, attorney."
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"Attorney?" Okay, so maybe the guy did have the right room, but seriously, he didn't need a lawyer. He wouldn't be sticking around long enough for a trail, anyway.
"Leonard Snart, criminal." He introduced himself in the same fashion, but his words were laced with sarcasm. "What's a fancy lawyer like you doing in my private hospital room? Pretty sure the evidence all plainly says 'attempted armed robbery'."
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"I could ask you what you were doing being up and around after said attempted armed robbery instead of in bed...but I think we both know the answer to that."
He may be blind but he was no fool. Even if he had been here to see a client and ended up in the wrong room, he may as well follow this while he could. "I'm sure the two guards outside would be interested to know as well."
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"That sounds like a threat. I'm a dangerous criminal. You sure it's wise to antagonise me?" It was both true and false. He had no intention of actually hurting the man in cold blood. He may be Captain Cold as Cisco dubbed him, but he didn't generally kill without a reason.
Snart hesitated a moment to let that sink in and leaned against the closest wall. "And in exchange for not immediately sounding the alarms, what do you get out of it?"
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Or if he wanted to, he could just shove the blind man aside and make a break for it. It's not like he was stopping him.
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"And why would I want a lawyer's point of view?" Ever negative, this one. "Look, you want to ask me why I did it? Why I live a life of crime instead of putting my skills to good use? You want to lecture me on my choices, or my poor judgement? I've heard it all, I can promise you that." Snart drawled almost lazily as and studied the man for a reaction.
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Yes, too smart for his own good, this one. "I don't doubt that." He probably had heard it all already. "I'm willing to bet you think the only poor judgement you had was getting caught. Am I right?"
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"Close. I've made a few bad calls in my life," Like saving the Flash. "but in this particular instance?" He waited a beat. "I'm just thinking I should've iced the guy that gave me this concussion." And that, friend, was a lie. He didn't regret not killing the masked man, he regretted taking a job without investigating the local vigilante.
"Still interested in a talk with a criminal?" He asked sarcastically, as if the fake threat of murder really should deter this man from wanting to hear his side of things.
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But for now, he'll have to pretend he didn't know. "The cop who brought you in? They don't take kindly to cop killers in any state." Even when half of them are crooked.
"I don't mind listening if you don't mind talking." It was his job anyway to talk to supposed criminals. Matt usually defended the innocent though. This one wasn't innocent.
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Not innocent in the slightest, and he didn't pretend to be. He knew what he was and he didn't deny it. "I can talk about a lot of things. The weather, for instance. Or did you want me to get all weepy? Tell you I had a bad childhood and it turned me into what I am today?" Matt might notice that that supposed joke of a statement was actually true, even if he played it off as a farce. "Some people are just lost causes. I love what I do and I'm incredibly good at it. This incident not withstanding."
"What do you get out of it? A glimpse into the psyche of a robber and a killer? What makes you want to defend the scum of the Earth as a living, Mister Lawyer?" Because he didn't know Murdock was picky with his clients.
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Matt actually prefers the truth, its always tedious when crooks try to play themselves off as innocent. This was almost a refreshing conversation by comparison.
"I don't defend killers," he says, the conviction in his voice unable to be doubted. "I help put them away for good. I defend those who need it." The ones that the Kingpin took advantage of because they were the little people. The insignificants.
What did he get out of it? "Justice." Simple enough.
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At that answer, Leonard laughed bitterly. It wasn't something he meant to indulge in, but what answer was so simple and so Barry Allen to him that he couldn't believe this man just said it.
"You won't find any justice here."
have to sleep, more later