Snart looked over the edge of the building, ignoring the flutter he felt. He wasn't really afraid of heights, but falling was a real concern in this case.

"Future tech. Enhances his strength, lets him fly... and shrink. He's like you; a crime fighter type. He uses it to give him an edge because unlike you, he can't hold his own in a real fight." He takes a breath, as if it'll help make the impending jump any easier.