“I couldn’t care less if you were a danger to me. I’m more concerned about the innocent people you might hurt. Or my friends. Who are you going after, anyway?” Cisco said, his voice getting more urgent with each sentence. He easily lifted the woman off his lap and began pacing the length of the bed. “You can’t just hurt people, helena.”
Helena rolled her eyes and groaned. “I don’t know who your friends are. I don’t even know your name.” This was a lie. But it was true that he hadn’t said his name yet. “I’m a vigilante. I hurt people who deserve it. I’m no different than the Arrow or Arsenal or any of the other vigilantes. I’m just prettier.”
“My name is Franscisco.” He laughed internally. He hasn’t told anyone that name since elementary school. “You probably kill people. Killing is wrong, no matter what. The people should be put in jail where they can suffer.” Cisco fumed, stepping into his pants and pulling them on.
Cisco backup 