Ever since the Legends came back with news of Leonard Snart’s death, Holly hadn’t exactly been herself. Her ambition, her drive, and even her confidence began to go down. She slowly started committing less and less crimes, before eventually people started seeing less of her. No more snow-themed attacks, no more flashy robberies, no more Captain or Cadet Cold taking Central City by storm with their usual glamour.
Instead she stayed in her room at the Rory house, laying in her bed and not finding the strength to get up. Enveloped inside her father’s parka, which was too big for her, and weighed her down. Weighed her down with past memories, weighed her down with despair and sadness, and weighed her down with burdens. She knew what her dad would say if she saw her right now.
“Burnt out already? When I was your age, I’d already committed four heists in the same week.”
“Where’s that tough girl, huh? Where’s the fire?”
“The past is the past, Peaches, you can’t change it.”
Even the memory of him saying that hit her harder than anything else she could remember of him. He’d say it in a teasing manner, he’d make sure to say it in front of her friends and enemies alike, and no matter how many times Holly snapped at him or how much she’d tell him how embarrassed she was by the nickname, he never stopped.
Funny how she went from hating him calling her that to her being the only thing she ever wanted. To see him staring at her with his usual snarky smirk, to feel his hand ruffle her hair one more time, as he said with a mix of taunting and endearment: “Good job, Peaches.”
Her heart ached as the memories overcame her, tears began to well in the corner of her eyes as she pulled the parka closer to her smaller form. Regret began to fill her as she thought about all the times she took all the time she spent with her dad for granted.
She should’ve told him she loved him more.
She should’ve hugged him more.
She should’ve done so many things but didn’t. And now she can’t.
Because he was gone, now. Lived like a villain but died a hero, which some people said Holly should be proud of but she wasn’t, she was annoyed by it in fact. What’s the point of dying like a hero if you’re leaving behind someone who needed you? Someone like a daughter, your only daughter...Didn’t sound very heroic to her.
“Holly?” Nick’s voice called from the otherside of her door. He made a point of visiting her at least 8 times a day, 3 times to give her food, and the other 5 was just to talk to her. To try and coax her out of her room, to get her back to being Holly Snart.
But lately, Holly had gotten into the bad habit of not even bothering to respond to him anymore, but that didn’t seem to discourage him because he’d spend hours talking to her, informing her about what she was missing, sliding meeting notes from the DoD, and leaving cards and gifts from both the DoD and Blight and even the CoC in front of her door, which was now gathered into one messy pile in the hallway.
“You’re Aunt Lisa called...She said she and Roscoe found a place in Keystone City...She thinks it’s best you move there and, uh, she’s coming to pick you up tomorrow,” Nick explained, his voice sounding a bit more fragile than usual, “...Maybe some time away from Central City would be good for you but...you don’t really wanna leave, do you? Not when you’ve got your friends here...Central City is your City. Just...Just say something. Say you don’t want to go, and I’ll make sure you don’t. Say you want to stay, Holls…”
This was probably as vulnerable as Nick would ever get and it made more tears fall down Holly’s face, the way how she wanted to say something, to stay in Central City rather than move to Keystone, to not let this be the end of the Snart legacy.
But she was so empty. She was so hollow.
All she had now was just tears and despair. She was a shell of her former self. Robbed of her father, her drive, and now, her voice. The air was frozen as silence filled the room, Nick on the other side of the door waiting for a response, only to hang his head in disappointment but sighing.
“I get it...I’ll help you pack tomorrow, and hey, I’ll try to keep Central City your city so if you feel like coming back, it’ll feel like you never left…” There was a hopeful tone in his voice as he once again waited for a response but never got one, “I’ll try to visit you too, kay? We’re partners in crime, after all…”
Some partner Holly was, she could feel her despair grow as she heard his footsteps walk down the hallway and away from her. She felt cold, not the kind of cold she enjoyed, but a sort of numb kind of cold, how ironic.
Taking in a deep breath and letting out a heavy sigh, Holly felt herself grow tired. She was always tired now but never slept, just kept her eyes wide open as memories flooded her mind. But tonight was different, she felt sleepier than usual, and finally, she closed her eyes. Her life was falling apart and she couldn’t bring herself to take back control, so she may as well just fall asleep and dream of warmer days, to try and fend off the cold she felt.
When Holly woke up, she wasn’t in her room. Well, technically she was.
Her room on the second floor of her house, walls painted a light blue that was almost white. A billboard filled with newspaper clippings of every heist she pulled that got her on the front page, a corner of her wall with her lights strung up with pictures of her friends clipped on them and smiling back at her. Not to mention her parka’s and winter gear were scattered on the floor as she usually left them.
But this was her house, not the Rory house.
Her house, the one she lived in with her dad.
“YIP! YIP!” A high-pitched back rang, one that made Holly look down at her feet as she sat up and sat on the edge of her bed.
“Zero!” She cheered, picking up the tiny husky and pulling it close to her, giggling softly as she let him lick her face.
Zero, after Leonard’s death and Holly’s neglect, he had run away and Holly had been too distressed about her father’s death to care. Yet, holding him in her arms, having something familiar licking her face greeting her warmly made her tear up again as she hugged him tighter.
“I missed you, boy.” She mumbled, nuzzling the side of her face in his fur.
The pup continued to yip happily until there was the sound of glass shattering, it was distant but still loud. Holly looked up, staring at her closed door way before she hugged her parka close and put Zero in the hoodie, where he quickly climbed on top of her shoulder and let out a low growl as he too stared at the door. Quickly grabbing her cold gun, which she always kept on her nightstand, Holly crept towards the door before her hand hovered over the door knob, pressing her ear close as she listened in. There was movement but it seemed to be coming from the first floor, perhaps it was talking, judging by the low yet dynamic sound. Either way, she opened the door and flattened herself against the wall, making as little sound as she possibly could. Zero did as well, being quiet while also having his ears raised in alertness, his guard dog instincts now kicking in full gear, which Holly couldn’t help but find amusing.
As she crept to the corner of the wall, where the stairs where, she heard the sounds of footsteps now stomping up the stairs. The low and annoyed mutters of a man approaching closer, Zero growled once more but Holly shushed him before putting her finger on the trigger of her cold gun and waited for the steps to come closer…
Just a little closer…
“Woah!” The man shouted in surprise, his two hands now up by his head to show he was unarmed, “Can’t a man relax in his own home before he gets shot by his daughter?”
Holly’s blue eyes were now in disbelief as she slowly and shakily lowered the gun to her side. Zero barked sweetly, as he recognized the man too, and quickly scurried up from Holly’s hood and jumped off her shoulder onto the floor to greet the man, who briefly looked down and gave the pup a warm smile before looking at Holly, shock and awe were her only expressions.
“Well, who else would it be? By the way, you seriously have to leave the keys to the house under the mat, I had to break a window to-WOAH!”
Leonard’s scold was cut off as he felt himself being pulled next into Holly’s arms. Her face in his chest as she let out a sob and held him as if he was going to disappear in her arms. But he didn’t, instead, he stared down at his daughter before furrowing his brows and concern and wrapping his own arms around her.
“YOU’RE ALIVE! I-I, HOW- I just- Sara told me-...a-and I- I thought you-”
“Shh, Shh...Hey, keep your cool,” Leonard cooed as he knelt down in front of his daughter, “It was a bad dream, Holly. It was just a bad dream.”
“B-But, I was living with the Rory’s a-and, Auntie Lisa was going to take me to Keystone and I- You- I thought I-”
Leonard watched, frowning as his daughter continued to stutter on her words before he shook his head and brought her in for another hug.
“I know, I know. It took me a little longer to break out from Iron Heights than usual...maybe...Maybe I should lay low for a while, that okay with you?” He asked her.
“That’s more than okay with me!” Holly sighed, hugging him close and putting her face in the crook of his neck, her voice breathless with relief and with joy.
“Cute, you slept with my parka on,” Leonard hummed, only to feel Holly squeeze him tight but he chuckled in response, “Gee, when you’d get so sweet?”
“I’m your peaches, aren’t I?”
He didn’t expect that response but it didn’t stop the smile on his lips from growing wider, “Yeah...Of course you are, Peaches…”