IHideBehindAMask

Leonard Snart was a cocky bastard. That was the only reason he was currently in the queue at Jitters waiting to order his coffee. Jitters was a hang out for cops - mainly because it had incredibly good coffee - and of course because Iris West had worked there, that meant Joe West, Eddie Thawne and Barry Allen were frequent customers, even after. The latter of which was probably another reason why he'd crawled out of his hidey-hole and had come to buy himself some decent coffee instead of the instant crap that Lisa had stocked in the cupboard. God that stuff was dreadful. Just the thought of it made a small shudder run down his spine as he l

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” ― Mahatma Gandhi "What the hell man?" He barked at Dom, though he knew the answer he'd never have thought it would've gotten physical. Spreading his hands he sighed. "Ahh, look we can talk bro but not now, we need to go." He noticed the hesitation in Dom's movement as he got up but it soon was gone, replaced by resilience. Looks like that wasn't going to fly. Dom just crossed his arms in response, clearly going to refuse to talk, meaning Brian had to. It worked. Brian nodded and ran a hand over his face, he understood what Dom meant, they did ne

“The more I read, the more I acquire, the more certain I am that I know nothing.” ― Voltaire The newspaper crashed down onto the table, crumpling the pages. The man reading it was red in the face, grumbling curses before standing up, his chair legs squealing in protest at the sudden movement. As Vince barged in to the living room he thrust the article he'd been reading in Dom's face. He glared at Vince lightly before reading the headline, eyes beginning to narrow as he read. Scanning over the article he was trying to decide if he was relieved or angry, someone was committing crimes that exactly matched their old ones, thoug

“Disregard for the past will never do us any good. Without it we cannot know truly who we are.” ― Syd Moore The quiet of the cool night was broken by a low purr of an engine as it slowly crept up to the faded start line, the engine noise increased, building up into a deafening growl. It was a mean piece of kit, costing nearly £30,000 - let alone the shipping price. A Subaru WR1, not quite as rare as hen's teeth but it was a desirable car, sleek but mean looking with some serious horsepower under the hood. As it sat idling at the start line the ice blue metallic paint gleeming under the track's floodlights. The colour