Time Child

Bruises and Breaks

  Greta comes up with a plan to escape. 

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The door closed behind the last guard, Greta's eyes drilling holes into it as she pressed her back against the wall, her wrist trapped in the handcuff; from his place inside the cage, Leonard could see her mumbling something.

"One mississippi" she whispered "Two mississippi" she held her breath for a moment "Three mississippi, four mississippi" she turned to look at Leonard "We need to get out of here"

"Are you done staring into Pines' eyes?" asked Snart casually as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, his hands wrapped loosely around the bars.

"Oh shut up" she rolled her eyes at him and Leonard smirked before he turned to look at the door.

"Do you have a plan?" he asked. "The lock on this thing is a bit more sophisticated than anything on the Waverider, but I can't be certain until I get a look at it and from my place inside this cell, that won't happen any time soon"

There was a brief silence, Greta turned to look at the handcuff that was holding onto the metal bar, she pushed herself away from the wall, she pushed herself away until her arm was fully stretched and her wrist was hissing with pain as the handcuff dug into her skin; Leonard watched as her eyes shined and scanned the handcuff attached to the wall.

"I have an idea" she spoke, the silence of the room was something so absolute that it was starting to get eerie.

"What kind of idea?" asked the Rogue, he looked at the young woman, she had blood spatters over her face and the shoulder of her shirt was red but Leonard was almost sure that it wasn't bleeding anymore; but from the way she was looking at the handcuff he was almost sure what was going through her mind.

"I think I can get out of this cuffs" she explained, she turned to look at Leonard, "Maybe with the baton I could open your lock or you could tell me how to open it"

"Greta" he sighed "Not really sure that's the best idea"

Her head snapped towards him, she turned her body to face him and this time she drew blood from her wrist as she moved; her hair had blood on it and it looked like a bird nest but somehow, despite how wonderful she had looked in her gala dress, Leonard liked the way she looked now more.

"Do you have a better idea?" she asked, her eyebrow quirking up.

Leonard looked at her, he wanted to tell her that they could wait for the team, because they would probably be looking for them, but he also knew how important it was to get out of there as soon as possible; he had seen the way Jacob had looked at Greta and he knew that if he was to be alone with the young woman, things would end really, really bad for the newbie.

"I thought so" she sighed, she glanced at the cuff holding her to the wall and then turned to look at Leonard, "He's gonna come back pretty soon, so unless you have a better idea, let's just go with mine"

Leonard looked at Greta, and despite the bruise that was taking form over his face and the blood that had dried over his chin and neck, something about him seemed to have softened just a bit as he looked at her.

"Fine" he finally agreed, feeling a bit useless as he watched the young woman shift her body away from him; she crawled until her arm was stretched to the limit and her legs were facing the wall, her feet propped over the ball of her feet as she leaned her body back even more and her wrist shot a wave of pain down her arm.

"Ok" she whispered, but Leonard had the impression it was just something she was saying to herself. The young woman took a deep breath and pressed her right foot against the wall; her right hand trapped by the handcuffs on the metal bar.