“I meant before. You know I wasn’t born like this,” he pointed out, and rolled his eyes at Cisco’s question. “Why do people always take villains at their word? I’m still not convinced every single person here doesn’t have a bomb strapped to their neck.” Ignoring the fact that he had already shorted his out and it hadn’t exploded, of course. “Hey,” He leaned toward Cisco, speaking sternly – a tone that he was well practiced with as an older brother – and narrowing his eyes. “I doubt that blast will kill us instantly, and I will take this entire place down with us.
Don’t lose your shit now, kid.”
“I’m not losing my shit, Mardon. My hands just get a little shaking when I have alcohol in my system. One of the reasons you’re not supposed to work with machinery under the influence..” He trailed off, focusing on putting the tip of the screwdriver back in the groove. “I got this. If worse comes to worse….” He stopped himself before he said any more. He knew better than to share the knowledge of his powers with just anyone. “I’m sure The Flash will figure something out. Or The Arrow. It will all be okay in the end, I’m sure.”
Cisco backup 