Of course he recognised that voice, it wasn't hard, it was a very distinctive voice and he would recognise it anywhere. Leonard Snart. He'd known him when he was younger, when he'd pretty much hero worshipped him to an embarrassing degree but hell, Leonard had been older, stronger, pretty handsome and he always had time for Barry, why wouldn't he adore him? The same couldn't be said for most. Even today.
He knew the stories, he heard the legends, Leonard wasn't the hero he had seen him as when he was younger, that much he knew. According to Eobard, he was a murderer and a sadist who liked to rob innocent people, attack the smaller villages and kidnap the rich to exploit money from them.
... Oh God, was that what this was? No, it couldn't be. That'd be insane. And a good way to get a death sentence.
Barry tried to answer verbally first out of instinct but the hand prevented him from getting very far with that so instead, he nodded his head slowly.
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He knew the stories, he heard the legends, Leonard wasn't the hero he had seen him as when he was younger, that much he knew. According to Eobard, he was a murderer and a sadist who liked to rob innocent people, attack the smaller villages and kidnap the rich to exploit money from them.
... Oh God, was that what this was? No, it couldn't be. That'd be insane. And a good way to get a death sentence.
Barry tried to answer verbally first out of instinct but the hand prevented him from getting very far with that so instead, he nodded his head slowly.