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[the reply comes a full five minutes after he gets sent a photo of a certain speedster in a compromising position. Normally he's better at answering but he's in a rather compromised position of his own and hadn't wanted to move.

When he finally does, he's glad he did. Because what. the fuck.

No, what the fuck]

Care to explain?

[Typical. He sends him a gift and he gets a demand in response.]

what?

thought you'd appreciate the view.

[he does. but it's disconcerting. And he's a little jealous, ~~worried~~]

Didn't think you'd be the one to be treated to a show.

Didn't exactly ask for it.

Sure as hell wasn't lookin for it. [Guys with hero complexes weren't exactly his type anyway.]

You just stumbled in and there he was?

that's what i just said isn't it?

don't worry, i cut him down.

How is he? [and then, a second later] I'm not worried.

i stole him some pants.

he's still talking.
why won't he stop? he's worse than Haircut.

I'll thank you for that because I know he won't. because he's the Flash and he talks as fast as he runs. word of advice? feed him. that'll get him to shut up.

he's gonna be like all those stray cats from back home. soon as i start feeding him he's never gonna leave me alone.

Sure. I didn't. If he bugs you, set him on fire a little.

[a pic is sent Mick's way of Barry and part of Snart's arm and shoulder, evidently lying in the same bed]

caught the flash bled over his couch tho. can you bring a spare tmr?

[Seriously, Snart?

He can't leave him unsupervised for a second. Mick grumbles and stomps around, gathering everything that he needs because if Len is bleeding and asking for help it's got to be pretty bad.]

got it boss.
where the hell are you?

[He doesn't thank Mick, but it's implied. He owes him big for this]

his place. castle, second floor. Name's on the door

[One in a long list of IOUs that they seem to trade back and forth across the years. Mick doesn't think much of it, however he does give a whistle to Ember so the dragonlet can vault smoothly to his shoulder.

Snart can complain all he wants later, but he's not leaving him unsupervised. The little dragon is hyperactive, almost fatally curious and incredibly smart.

.. kind of reminds him of someone else he knows.]

on the way.
Red fucked up too or is it just you?

[what. no. He grimaces, texting quickly despite the growing headache]

come TOMORROW. not now not fucked up. just bring the couch also maybe a clean shirt

[he is fucked up. they both are, technically, but that's the miracle of healing Hell voodoo or whatever he wants to call it.]

[He saw your abbreviation and chose to ignore it. He's choosing to ignore this as well.]

nope.
if you're fucked up enough to need a spare couch, i'm coming over.

[in retrospect, he realizes he should have waited to text mick. Wanted to give Barry reassurance that his couch was going to survive intact, but now he has a worried partner on his hands, which is arguably worse. Barry never had Mick's sheer willpower when it came to bulldozing his own efforts of deflection.

It's annoying, and comforting, and frustrating all at once.]

fine give me an hour, he's nearly asleep. I'll sneak out

[Leonard absolutely has a worried partner on his hands so he may as well sit back and accept his fate because he's not going to stop until he finds him. It might be a pain in the ass - it is for him but whatever because he's loyal to a fucking fault and he's not gonna stop now.]

You got twenty.
leave a note or the kid's gonna pout at you later.

[wouldn't have it any other way, if he's being honest. It's aggravating but it also means Mick can take whatever Snart's sarcastic dumbass self can dish out. wouldn't trade that loyalty for anything in the world]

don't tell me how to handle the flash. you're lucky he tired himself out already.

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not judging boss. you do you ;)

or him.

I don't care.

[He might still be concerned but when Snart leaves himself open for a dig like that, Mick is gonna take it.]

[wow. he can't even be mad about that one. well done mick. ]

he's asleep. no one's doing anyone. don't think I don't see what you're trying to do, either. i'm outside the room.

[Hey, a writer's got to have fun with words once in a while, right?

For a guy his size, Mick can move quietly when needed so rather than stomp up the stairs, he pads up quietly. The only sounds giving him away are the creak of everything he's carrying, the scritching sounds of talons on leather and an occasional chitter from his dragon.

Mick tips the couch up against the wall, eyeing his partner.]

The fuck happened?

[Leonard waits at the door to Barry's suite, holding himself stiffly inward, which is a fair approximation that he's hurt and doesn't want to move too much. His gaze flickers over to his partner, and some of the held-in stress of his shoulders relaxes. Not too much; the two wound that bled all over the place earlier are right where he can't quite reach himself.

He walks over, eyeing with some...disappointment? amusement? the little dragon on Mick's shoulder. Damn: great minds think alike. Guess he bugged Tim for nothing.

He's, unfortunately, still in his thankfully dark shirt, which is tacky from blood in two places on his back]

Got caught up. See you've made a friend.

[His eyes flick over the way his partner is holding himself and Mick knows right away that he's hurt bad. Not dangerously fatal, but he's still in pretty rough shape.

Great.

The little dragon chirps before sneezing a shower of sparks across Mick's jacket. He pats them out almost absently, fishing around in the bag he's carrying for a clean shirt and most of the first aid supplies he's been able to lay hands on. A shrug at the mention of the dragon because he damn near walked out of the store with two of them, but Snart is a fickle asshole on a good day and Mick didn't want to press his luck seeing as they spend most of their time if not together, pretty close to it.]

Mhm. How bad is it?

[Bad enough that he can't literally shrug it off anymore. Snart inclines his head towards the door, not wanting to talk in public.

As he gets inside the common room - Barry's door is shut tight - he starts taking off his shirt. Slowly; it's sticking to him and it hurts to lift his arms. The bloodied couch where he sat pressed against it is pretty obvious, but at least Barry did his best to stave off most of the bleeding until Hell's healing factor kicked in]

Might've pissed off the one holding onto me.

[he finally gets his shirt off with an irritated hiss; there's a definite deep stab wound near the base of his spine that's the worst one, and the one that's causing him difficulty lifting up his arms is a shallower slicing on the right shoulder blade. Someone was trying to carve a letter M into him, but whether it stood for Mammon or Murderer, he didn't get a chance to ask and therefore doesn't know. Both have at least had time to scab over and they look a day old, rather than the few hours it's been.

He waits, wanting to ask for help getting a new shirt on without directly asking for help.]

[Mick doesn't even other trying to hold back the growl at seeing the extend of the wounds on Snart's back. Sure they'd both grown up with old men who were more monster than father but even this was extreme. He peels off his gloves before helping Snart with his shirt. He could've cut the thing off but the stubborn shit has to go and do things the hard way.

Most he's got on hand to clean him up is a couple of bottles of water that don't look too sketchy so he uses one and the torn remains of his shirt to try and clean off most of the old blood.] Was it one of 'em that gets off on pain?

[He's seen the demons and the shows that they put on.

The little dragon clambers down from Mick's shoulder and snakes forward until he's curled up in Snart's lap, peering up at him curiously.]

[he grits his teeth when he sees what Mick's doing with the water, and steadies himself by placing his hands on the couch to let the guy work. Mick knows what he's doing: sadly, they both do. Best to put pride aside for the moment, especially when no one can see him]

Yeah. Me and the Flash both. He's okay, if you're wondering. I might've...

[he makes a non-committal noise himself. Clearly someone decided to do something stupid to get them both free, and that's where the bigger wound that almost nicked his spine came from.

Still, that's over with now, and whatever else he was going to say is thrown out by the sudden arrival of Ember. He frowns down at the tiny dragon, staring at him]

Guess this means I have to return your present.

You might've [he grunts as he tapes a makeshift bandage across the more serious stab wound across his spine. Mick doesn't need him to finish what he started. There were damn few people he cared about, even fewer he'd risk injury to in order to protect. A grumble as he keeps working. With luck Barry's healing is taking care of whatever happened to him.

Present?
His head tilts a little because normally the only time he's getting anything from Snart is after they've had one of their weird falling outs.

Mick peers around him to see Ember snuffling at his partner curiously.] Hn? What present?

Call it a 'sorry for dying on you' present.

[there's a lot of guilt in that sarcastic little sentence of his. He might've put himself into harm's way specifically because he abandoned Mick in the past, in an effort to make up for that betrayal. Somehow everything stems from that moment.

He gives a coaxing scratch to Ember behind one ear, making a little bit of a face. Dragons. Little heat-seeking missiles, all of them]

Got you an egg. A kid I know's keeping it warm, he's supposed to text me when it hatches. Didn't know you already had one.

[but he should have figured]

Oh. [Mick goes utterly still at the reminder because Snart doesn't know how much he struggled after the Oculus.

They haven't talked about it and knowing their history, they probably won't. He's got him back and frankly that's all Mick cares about.

Ember trills at the attention before sneezing sparks and curling his tail around Leonard's hand.] That.

[An egg huh? He snorts as he finishes up, helping him put his shirt back on without having to be asked.]

Only makes sense that he should have a partner.

[he makes what he is definitely not going to call a distressed noise when Ember nearly sets his hand on fire - or at least, that's how he'll tell it later, the dramatic cuss. Now he's got a dragon attaching himself to his hand, and makes a mental note: do not pet any strange animals.

Thankfully, Mick is here to help him navigate the hard parts. Like shirts.

Comfortable now that he's somewhat protected from prying eyes, he leans back against the new couch, wincing but doing his best to get used to back sores. Fun times in Hell.]

Could be too much to handle.

Hey, knock it off. [The gruff order is followed by a short whistle and the little dragon gives a subdued whine before vaulting back to his shoulder.

Figures Snart would be uncomfortable being touched by even a dragon.

With his partner settled he tips his head and scratches beneath Ember's neck.]

Dunno about that. People have said the same about you.

[He tries not to feel guilty about it, shoving his feelings down so that when he speaks, it's with a cooler, calmer tone. Like he wasn't just needing to be rescued by his best friend again]

With good reason.

And I don't breathe fire or grow to the size of a Buick.

[Mick snorts.] If he shot ice instead of fire you'd be demanding your own flight of dragons and you know it. [See? Easy distraction. Better to tease than talk about feelings. Feelings are gross.

His partner is safe. Healing up after whatever happened and if he wanted to go and take out a little revenge later, Mick would back him up easily.

It don't matter that they're in Hell. He's got his partner back and that's all Mick really cares about.]

[He makes a noncommittal noise to that, not denying it for a second. Ice dragons would be an amazing concept]

He's cute, I'll give you that.

I'll give you the other egg when it hatches. Got a kid looking after it now, name's Tim.

's a good distraction too. People don't notice their stuff is missing when they got a dragon to look at. [Mick is going to have to keep one eye on Ember and another on Snart for the foreseeable future. They're both going to keep him pretty damn busy.]

Tim? Who's that?

[he gives a small shrug which is as good as any body language of Snart's to say You make a fair point, but I don't want to admit it]

Yeah, well. There's distractions and then there's hazards. How big's he meant to get, anyway?

Tim Drake. Some kid from Gotham I helped out of a jam when I first showed up and now he owes me. Watch what you tell him, he's a mask.

omg Mick

This is awesome! Thanks so much.

I’ll take excellent care of it, I promise.

Sorry it took so long.

Can't find a damn typewriter.

I'll let you know if I finish book 8. You can read it first.

oh wow, that would be great.

I don’t think you need to apologize for being slow. Considering you wrote it all longhand I’d say you got it finished pretty quickly.

And I can’t believe Hell has Blackberries but not typewriters. At least typewriters have a certain aesthetic.

Keep forgetting how adorable a kid you were.

Speaking of, I'm thinking about hosting a little get-together. You, me, Sara, Raymond, obviously. But I'm recruiting some new kids to help us either bust out or make our own place here and I think it's time everybody met.

Yeah?

Was something to be reminded what a scrawny punk you were. [A smirk because it was kind of fun seeing a smaller Lenny thieving his fingers off and having fun before they got separated.]

Sure. Need me to do anythin to get it set up?

Heh. Sorry if I was a pain in the ass to keep track of.

[he knows how his younger self was good about landing into trouble he couldn't fight his way out of, and appreciates Mick's protective nature, even when Mick was a kid himself]

Sara's bringing the beer. Ray has the location, even if he doesn't realize it yet. We could use some food, nothing fancy.

Eh, reminded me of the old days. [They weren't always the best, but there were some good times in there.]

Food I can do. Supplies are a little dodgy but I can make it work.

Same here.

The Flash has food. Talk to him if you can't find anything.

I'll manage boss. When are we doing this?

Couple of weeks. Want to get settled into one location first.

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