Leonard Snart

[old_school]

Leonard Snart.
You know how this works.

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[old_school]

Give me about seven minutes and I can meet you outside of C&P if you like.

[haveagoodheart]

Sure. It doesn't seem too far off from here.

[She hangs up and makes her way back to C&P. There was no way she was going to stay cooped up in her own home for her brief time here.]

[old_school]

[And when she makes her way there, she'll find a smartly dressed man leaning easily against the wall. Leonard pushes off, moving in her direction. He gestures at the gun on his thigh.] Nothing personal, but given the influx of ghosts lately, better to be safe than sorry.

Now. [He even offers her his arm.] About that drink?

[haveagoodheart]

[Her eyes widen when she sees the gun. Nora hesitates for a moment before cautiously taking his arm]

Guns can stop ghosts here?

[old_school]

Merely a precaution. [A reassurance as he waits for her to take in the gun.] This one can at least drive them back, make them reconsider coming after you.

Can't be too careful given what's going on.

[haveagoodheart]

And what exactly is going on?

[She wonders if she should take up a self defense class while she's here.]

[old_school]

Another dome was found - a haunted one. The ghosts have been slipping through the network for anyone who happens to just click randomly on files they don't recognize.

Not to worry. With Barry on the case I'm sure it'll be handled quickly enough.

[haveagoodheart]

I wonder why Barry seemed so shocked when he first saw me.

[Yes, she knows, she's dead already in the future.]

How do you know Barry? Is it through here?

[old_school]

You might say we know one another from back home. Central City, born and raised just like him.

[haveagoodheart]

Our Central City or that other Barry's Central City?

[old_school]

You mean the one people call 'adorable Barry'? No, he's not from my Central. I'm more than a little sure that you and I would have called the same place home.

[haveagoodheart]

[She lets out a small sigh of relief]

Though I've heard the other Central City is a lot worse. Almost Bludhaven or even like Gotham.

[old_school]

Gotham is a meat grinder. [A roll of his shoulder.] Not a place anyone sane would want to visit. For the most part Central is a decent city.

[haveagoodheart]

You've been to that version of Central City?

[She's surprised.]

[old_school]

I've been to Gotham. [A clarification, even if he doesn't elaborate exactly on why.] The Central City is a decent city. For the most part.

[haveagoodheart]

[She shakes her head]

And how exactly do you know Barry?

[old_school]

We ran in similar circles back home. [Ha. He can't help himself.]

Barry.. helped me out with a minor family disagreement. He's a good man, your son.

[haveagoodheart]

[Nora smiles fondly]

I have no doubt that he would be when he grows up. Grew up. That's still weird to think about.

[old_school]

Time travel takes a little getting used to. Been there, done that.

[haveagoodheart]

You traveled time?

[old_school]

For about a year on a ship called the Waverider. Right up until I died. [Shrug] Will die.

[haveagoodheart]

apparently, that’s going to happen to me as well.

[old_school]

Maybe we can start our own gang, the 'not quite dead yet of New Dodge'? [Yes he's being a smartass, but it's far better than discussing the people they're going to leave behind.]

[haveagoodheart]

[she laughs at that]

The Central City chapter, of course.

[old_school]

For starters. I know someone who might even be inclined to make up mugs. [And distraction achieved as they arrive at the door to the casino. The sign is still new, but heralds it as Rogues Gallery Casino and Bar. Remodeling and rearranging of things is almost done (or never done when you're a perfectionist).] And here we are.