For the briefest of moments, Len thought the familiar rush of air was just a draft. But it wasn't. It never was.
"Private party, Flash." He muttered, inwardly groaning and pulling another drag off of his cigarette. How the hell had he found them so fast? Someone must have tipped him off-- and while Cold could think of several someone's who would want to do so, he couldn't think of one that was that stupid.
Wait no. He could think of one. God dammit, James.
To be fair, Len did actually like the kid. He wasn't nearly the asshole that the other Flash had been. It was around the time that this one took over that the Rogues enacted their 'No Killing Capes' rule which was particularly relevant to their main nemesis, The Flash.
Still, Snart would have liked to been able to have a welcoming party without the help of the Scarlet Speedster to muck it all up.