Hot chocolate
Mark Mardon was simple man. Like most men were. He enjoyed beer, women and bar fights. He sometimes spend time with the other rogues because they were the closest thing he had to a family. He would never admit that out loud even if it was the truth.
His great master plan of finally getting his revenge against Joe West was shit. Everything had started good. But now there was an angry speedster kid staring at him and muttering very ominous things under his breath. Why did this shit always happen to him?
Mark was deeply in his thoughts so when Wally finally addressed him, he might have gotten little spooked. Escpecially when he heard the words that came out of the kids mouth.
"Just kill him! He killed your brother right? So just kill Joe." Now it was Marks turn to just stare at the kid. He looked terrible. The kid was shaking violently, his eyes were flickering everywhere and he seemed to be three seconds away from a full blown panic attack.
"Well? If you don't do it I... I- I will hurt you! No, I will- I will kill you! Say it was self defense or- or- or something..." Okay now the kid was totally loosing it.
Mark wondered if the kid even knew he was crying and almost hyperventilating. There was something there. Something about that desperation, about that panic in the kids movement and eyes that felt familiar. Now, Mark was not a good guy, not in anyway but seeing the kid like that...
It seemed like the kid didin't even register Mark anymore. He was just rambling to himself and staring at the wall. It was rather scary in all honesty. Mark wasn't sure what came over him but he made a quick decision. With quick steps Mark got to the door and left the basement. His helped thugs were outside the door, waiting.
"So boss can we get into the action? I know you sai..." the thug never finished what he was saying because Mark had just shot him right between his eyes. The other thugs fate was similar.
Mark walked to the kitchen one goal in mind. Hot chocolate. Snart had an unhealthy obsession of the drink and Mark had learned to make some. Normally he would put alcohol in the drink but didin't think it would be wise to spike a kids drink.
"Ah... Fuck it. The kid looks like he might need some..." Mark muttered as he poured clear vodka in the hot chocolate and mixed the thing. It didin't take long for the hot chocolate to be ready. Mark made some for himself as well.
Balancing two mugs in one hand he made his way back to the basement. The kid was still there, sitting in the ground and sobbing lightly. Mark made his way over and sat down next to the kid.
"Drink." It was a simple order, said suprisingly softly. Mark took his own drink and started sipping it ever so slowly. He started to think more about the kid. About what might have happened. The kid was obviously a speedster. Was he related to flash? If so, where was the red bastard? And what on earth had happened to make the kid hate Joe West so much. His head was starting to hurt from all the questions. What in the bloody hell was going on?
Meanwhile Wally was having an inner struggle. He had known Joe hated him after what had happened. But to leave him with Mardon? Why? He didin't deserve this! It wasn't his fault what happened. Or at least that what his friends said...
"Drink." The soft order coming from his left side suprised him. When did Mardon move there? And was that... hot chocolate? Did he lose time? And when did he start crying? Oh god he really was pathetic. Crying next to a super villain.
The hot chocolate smelled really good. He carefully picked up the mug and brought it up to his lips. A quick glance to his left showed his that Mardon was still deep in thought. Wally sipped the hot beverage. It was delicious. There was a slight taste of alcohol, but that didin't matter. He couldn't get drunk with his powers. Taste of cinnamon brought back memories of last christmas. It had been fun.
"Thank you." The quiet words suprised both of them. Wally was suprised those had slipped out of his mouth and Mark was suprised that the kid was talking again.
He shifted his attention back to the kid. And boy did the kid look even worse. This was going to be a long night.