poisonousisley:

It always amused Pamela that she could end a life with something so simple as a kiss. A lack-wit hired gun, it was almost offensive, really, that whoever wanted to kill her didn’t even have the sense to hire someone decent. He had revealed his payment came from Gotham, nothing else, so it didn’t exactly narrow down the possibilities. For every friend one made in Gotham, they made two enemies, and loyalties rarely stayed concrete. Dropping his now lifeless body to the ground of the alley, her eyes flickered up as she sensed someone nearby. “It’s rude to eavesdrop.”

“It’s also rude to kill people.” Cisco said, stepping from the shadows. His vibe goggles glowed a brilliant blue, and his hair was tied back with a hood shadowing his face. This was his superhero alterego for now, until he could fashion himself a suit. “I do hope you had a valid reason for killing that man, or else I might have to bring you in.”