Frozen Kitten (Legends Of Tomorrow/ Leonard Snart)

02: Cat Vs Time Travel

02:

Cat Vs Time Travel

The man had allowed them the maximum of thirty six hours to come to a conclusion. Join him on a highly idiotic and ridiculous journey, only to inflate their egos and maybe pretend that they're helping the world during this.

Or to stay in 2016, which in one hundred and fifty years the world would be nothing but fire, chaos anarchy and death.

Lovely.

To be honest, Clarissa did not overly care about the wellbeing of the planet in a hundred and fifty years, she'd be long dead within half of that time and to her it was those who lived in the future's issue not hers.

Why should she be the one to help them?

However, it would get her off the streets and into a home of security and belonging.

A place where she was needed, a place where she was not so different from everyone else to the point of seclusion. No more stealing for survival, oh no, she would be fed thoroughly and she'd have somewhere warm to sleep other than a creaky mattress she had bought with stolen money.

Clarissa would no longer be lonely as she would have people she could truly converse with, have in depth conversations about the other person and their lives. Instead of talking to herself, a few steps away from fully being submerged beneath her insanity.

But it would mean being in a confined area with the man of cold himself, Leonard Snart.

Was that really worth it?

Back in the day, hearing his name would have brought a genuine smile upon her face and pep to her step, bounce to her walk. But now? Well she could not get further away from him if she tried. A broken heart does that to you, it changes your opinion of people and the world. It changes your personality and how you present yourself, you no longer allow your guard to be down so you build meter thick walls around your mind and heart to prevent others from getting in.

It worked to some extent.

"But Clarissa, imagine all the things you could steal?! Go back in time and snatch the Mona Lisa, or the crown from Queen Elizabeth The First. Anything my heart wanted could be mine. Just grab and go." She squealed in delight, prancing around her little abandoned factory based home.

"Yet Leonard will be there" Clarissa grunted in dismay. The once happy attitude fleeing her body within a small moment.

"No! Screw Leonard! He does not have control over my actions nor is he apart of my life anymore. I can tolerate the asshat, I am stronger than this, a man will not dictate what I do with my life."

Before leaving the band of merry men she had learnt of those who had too been taken. Finding it interesting why the man would take such an array of people. She soon came to realise that they were like a jigsaw, a team that perfectly fit together through their abilities and personalities.

Kendra Saunders and Carter Hall were the first two she had taken notice of, then again... Dressed in golden leather and large hawk like wings sprouting out their backs was rather hard not to notice. The two had a rocky relationship, mainly due to their constant cycle of death and reoccurring amnesia, plus the fact the female denied the feelings so she obviously had towards the male.