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Leonard had only been here a day, and he'd been brought in so late the night before? He'd been shoved into an empty solitary cell rather than one of the bunk rooms, all day he'd been hearing the other kids whisper about him; about how his Dad was a cop and they doubted he'd make it to the end of the month let alone the week. It was just after dinner that someone finally approached him, he'd been on guard and ready to fight the whole day in anticipation for the moment.
What he didn't expect was the other kid to pull a shiv on him; he also didn't expect a kid who looked to be a couple of years older than him to catch the guys wrist and follow up with a punch in one fluid motion using his free hand well Len was swinging at one of the goons who was trying to distract him. The older boy took out three of the group well Leo took out 2 before the guards who were suppose to be supervising them even noticed the altercation, they were questioned and the guards seemed to not be surprised the other kid had ended up in a fight.
He made it very clear that if it wasn't for the other kid, he'd learned his name was Mick, stepping in he'd have ended up dead or in the hospital; if he was gonna make it out of here alive and back to his baby sister it would probably be a good idea to have this guy on his side. After that they let the two of them go, one of the guards escorted them back to the bunked cell that apparently was the other boy's room. Apparently every roommate they tried to give him he ended up fighting, must have figured that since he'd saved Leonard from dying? There was less of a chance he'd pick a fight with him.
Once the locked door had shut he finally turned to the other and asked the obvious question. "Why'd you help me?" He crossed his arms as he spoke; in a place like this most people didn't just help strangers, especially strangers whose Dad's were cops. Some might not question it but Leonard wanted to know, if he owed this kid some kind of debt he'd figure out a way to pay it; he was pretty resourceful after all. Even if his moves were a bit limited by circumstance.
He almost thought the other was ignoring him when he rolled into the bottom bunk to lounge on the bed, but once he was situated he answered. "No way you could of won that on your own but you fought instead of yellin' for the guards, plus no one should be tryin' ta kill you just because your Dad's a bastard cop. I'm sure you'll do something to deserve it yourself eventually, most kids in here do." He thought about the answer for a minute before leaning back against the wall facing the bed.
"Former cop." He replied, adding on when the other looked over at him. "But you got the bastard part right, I'm Leonard Snart." They'd both already learned each other names, but he figured they hadn't introduced themselves to each other yet. If there were gonna be roommates they should get along, even if they didn't end up being friends. Maybe Mick could help him survive the 6 months he was stuck here.
He saw the other eye him for a minute as if trying to decide if he wanted to bother introducing himself, when he rolled over to face the wall Leonard almost thought he wasn't going to and started up onto the top bunk. He was just about to haul himself onto the mattress when he heard. "Michael Rory, but everyone calls me Mick."