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[chillestrogue]

[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.

[bringstheheat]

[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.]

[chillestrogue]

[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.

[bringstheheat]

'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?

[chillestrogue]

[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.