|DC's Legends of Tomorrow| Preferences

3: Seeing them on the rooftop

Rip Hunter:
You were mad. This man had just kidnapped you to ask for a favour. He thought that was a good way to gain your trust? He thought wrong. Seriously, he couldn't have thought of a worse way to make you believe him. But, after seeing his little 'presentation' you thought that maybe he was telling the truth, and so despite being angry, you decided not to kill him. However, when two of the men got up to leave because 'they weren't heroes', you decided to get up too. And when they stopped because Rip told them some new information, you continued walking until you were face-to-face with Rip, and you punched him. Hard. He sighed and put his hand up to his face, cupping his nose as he gave the oldest man a small piece of paper with a location on it. You glanced at the paper, reading the address and committing it to memory, before backing into the shadows of the rooftop, listening to the others talk about whether going was a good idea. They all seemed to be leaning towards going, putting trust in a man who they had only just met, and who, mere hours ago, had knocked them out and somehow carried them to a deserted rooftop. Having heard their reaction to his crazy idea, you decided to leave, and think about your answer. And so, you followed the others as they left and went their separate ways.

Ray Palmer:
You woke up on a rooftop, feeling groggy. As you looked around you, you realised that their were quite a few others around you too, also just waking up. To your right was Ray Palmer, and you were relieved to see a familiar face.
"Ray?" You asked, trying to sit up.
"Mmmm?" He responded, starting to open his eyes. Realising where he was, he quickly shot upright, and looked around.
"Y/N!" He shouted, then winced, realising how loud he had spoken. "Where are we?"
"I have no idea." You responded, shaking your head slightly.
The man who kidnapped you stepped forward, and told you all about how you were going to help him save the world. When he was done talking, everyone made their way off the roof, and Ray said he would walk you home.
"Wouldn't want you getting kidnapped again." He joked. You laughed a little, and walked the rest of the way in silence. When you were both standing outside your door, Ray looked you and spoke.
"So what do you think? Are you going to do it?"
"I don't know. You seemed to know half those people, but you're the only one that I know there, so I don't know if I'm going to end up liking them, or if we'll end up as enemies. And, if I change my mind while I'm there, I doubt I'll get a chance to come back. Maybe it's best if I don't go."
"Ultimately, it's up to you, but I know that I want to go, and it would be nice to see you there with me. So, I hope you change your mind." You sighed at his words and stood in silence for a moment, before Ray piped up again. "You know, I was thinking, all the people I knew who were on that building were some sort of vigilante. But, what do you have? I don't mean to be rude, but what did this Rip guy pick you for? He said he was putting together an 'elite team' and that we were each 'destined for greatness', but what do you bring to the table? Why did he want you?" You just shrugged and walked inside your house, leaving him standing on the doorstep, wondering what was so special about you.

Leonard Snart:
You woke up on a rooftop and saw that you were surrounded by others, who were also just waking up. As they all sat up, you noticed that you knew one of the men. You had so many questions about why you all were there, but you thought it better to stay silent, and so you didn't speak until after your kidnapper had finished his little speech. The entire time he had been talking, however, you had been staring at the man you recognised from the bar, and when everyone filtered off the rooftop, you walked behind him and the man he was talking to. You continued following him down a few roads until his friend (who Leonard had reffered to as Mick during their conversation) turned down a different road, and Leonard was alone. He turned into an alley a few minutes later, and when you were halfway down it, in one fluid motion, he pulled his gun from his holster and whipped round to face you, pointing the gun at your heart.
"Hey!" You shouted suddenly. "Don't shoot."
"Y/N!" He said, surprised, putting the gun back in it's holster. "You really need to learn how to be more inconspicuous when following people."
"Well then, maybe you should teach me." You responded. He raised his eyebrows at you and casually strolled over, until your feet were touching.
"So, remember how I promised you that I would buy you that drink? Well, if you aren't busy, how about letting me buy you one now?" You asked, looking intently at him.
He gave a very exaggerated sigh, then stood in silence looking up at the sky for a few minutes, acting as if he was very carefully weighing his options. He started stroking his chin and then suddenly looked back down at you.
"Ok." He finally said, with a smirk forming on his face. "But on one condition."
You eyed him suspiciously, before rolling your eyes and starting to speak.
"What?"
"Well...you're going to have to ride my motorcycle..." He said, pointing the dangerous looking vehicle leaned up against the wall.
"Of course you have a motorcycle..." You muttered, and he smiled at you, mounting it. He patted the seat behind him and you laughed, shaking your head as you got on behind him. He handed you his helmet to put on and told you to wrap your arms around his waist, which you did, very loosely, but a lot tighter when the death vehicle started moving. You buried your head in his back, as you started to feel the cold air blowing against your face.
You heard him laugh as he took one hand off the bike and rubbed your hand slightly, trying to be comforting.
"You ok back there?" Despite trying to sound caring, there was no missing the fact that he still hadn't stopped laughing.
"Mmmhmm." You responded, not daring to lift up your face to formulate any proper words, in case you accidentally saw the world rushing past you at 50mph without a cars metal body to protect you from a crash.
As you felt the motorbike start to slow down, you opened your eyes and lifted your head up slightly.
"Where are we?" You asked him, and he shivered slightly, feeling the movement of your lips against his back even though he was wearing a jacket.
"We're at my favourite bar."
A few minutes later he had found a parking spot, and you were both sitting on the motorbike in silence, with your arms still wrapped around him.
"You know," he said after you'd sat there together for a while, "as fun as this is, we've stopped moving, so you can let go now."
"Right, sorry." You said, clearing your throat and blushing slightly, embarrassed, before slowly peeling your arms off him.
"Well, don't get me wrong, I don't mind... In fact, I'd be happy to let you do that again, if I could just take my jacket off first this time though..." He said suggestively and winked at you. You lightly slapped him on the shoulder, causing him to laugh, so you got off the bike, gave him back the helmet and started walking away.
"Oh come on!" He complained, getting off and running up to you.
"Do you want that drink or not? Cause if you act like an idiot you'll have to buy your own." You said, smiling slightly.
"Come on then." He smiled, and grabbing your hand, he pulled you towards the bar.