Dysfunctional (Part 2 to I Should Kill You)
(REQUESTED BY @acunningstargazer)
Characters: Leonard Snart x Reader
Summary: Y/N wasn’t the only one who liked their little rendezvous. Leonard takes a liking to Y/N and uses his stealth and wit to find her again.
Three weeks had past and your mind has yet to erase the memory of Leonard. His lips against yours were gone too quick. Everything was a reminder. The frozen lake across the street, your now discarded winter coat, and god forbid that casino.
The police questioned you at their arrival but you simply responded with saying he told you to be afraid. Which you were. You were afraid of him. But yet the thought of his quick hands roaming your body, clothes dropped to the floor, made your body shake with anticipation.
You sat in your bed, crystal eyes glazed from trying to clear your mind with tv. You finally started to ponder the solutions to your... problem. Leonard was laying low so there were no signs of him. You realised you needed to move on. So you tried to date.
After consulting a few friends, you received the number of a guy called Liam. He was nice, sure, but nothing special. The first few dates were mildly enjoyable; feigned wows at ridiculous stories, pretence gushing at cheap flowers, and basic compliments.
You had another date tonight at a fancy restaurant, so you pulled yourself out of bed and slouched over to the wardrobe. You picked out a tight white dress that pulled in the right places.
You met with Liam at the restaurant. He greeted you with a blood red rose, and sat you down at a small table completed with a fancy aged wine. After the first hour, you were bored out of your mind.
Your thoughts wandered so you turned to look at the restaurant. It had white walls with a red and gold trim, and marble floors. But a familiar face standing next to the toilets caught your eye - Leonard.
Your breath hitched in your throat and you knocked over your wine. A waiter fussed over it and you slipped unbeknownst to Liam who was flirting with the waiter.
“Stay away.” you said harshly, perhaps too harshly considering you were talking to a violent criminal. Leonard’s eyes hardened, and he took a step forward menacingly.
You cowered under his larger stature. “Please, don’t hurt me,” you whimpered, frightened. Leonard’s eyebrows furrowed, and he stepped back.
“Are you scared, kitten?”
“Yes.”
He looked hurt, but the familiar sinister smirk returned and he disappeared on a motorcycle down the road.
Why would he come back?
Probably making sure I hadn't blabbed to the police.
Why hasn’t he killed me?
Maybe he wants to use me.
Why would he look hurt when I was scared?
He’s dysfunctional.