Omake: Leonard Snart and the Power of Friendship (ft. Samuel Scudder)
Leonard Snart was the kind of person who'd get nothing from unionizing.
For some schmuck from Central he was pretty up high there in the ranks, ran his own team, had many professional achievements, was highly respected (if only for said achievements, ain't nobody at Lexcorp gives two shits about anybody otherwise. Might as well be company policy), and was making some pretty damn good money while at it.
He had good benefits, lived in a pretty nice house in a pretty nice part of town, and got just about enough in compensation that if people knew they'd start saying that he should pay his fair share in taxes like he was some damn corporate sleazeball.
The point is, he did not need collective bargaining power, but rather, his workers did.
Leonard did all sorts of things for Lexcorp and worked with all kinds of people, from the PR department all the way to managing a construction site and building a damn school for people that could fly and benchpress his van twice over.
He worked with all kinds of people in his life and he knew that working people were his kind of people.
Even if he disliked them personally he'd still have their backs regardless out of sheer principle alone, that's just the kind of solidarity he took for granted when it came to these sorts of things.
Lexcorp took the idea of solidarity and unity as a personal insult, building a literal inquisition in the form of the DIR and turning everyone into a corporate shill and a potential backstabber.
How can people work together if anyone can get you fired over something you told them during lunch?
Leonard Snart did not need the other little guys, the other little guys needed Leonard Snart.
He'll light the spark which will start the flame and get the people to stop treating each other as enemies, and the first step to it all was arranging a night for the guys to hang out, play some games and get to know each other.
Then the trouble started brewing.
In hindsight he should've been grateful that the guy was so damn obvious.
Some fat pompous scab-looking shithead came to him, somehow both all casual-like and self-important at the same time, and asked him about this gathering and what it was all about.
The guy couldn't have been more obvious - Why *do* people gather together to play games and drink beer? It's like he never had friends in his life.
Well, looking at him now and at how little integrity he seemed to have, he may very well never had any friends.
Leonard couldn't call him out on being Luthor's bitch so he just needed to bullshit him some way.
Just as he was about to do so, Sam opened his dumbass mouth and vomited some crap about how this was a get-together for people to make new friends, chill and hang out.
The guy looked positively thrilled at the opportunity to ruin everyone's day and Leonard was just about to dunk Sam's head in a beer keg before being cut off by the sellout.
"Oh?" he asked, "Make new friends, you say?"
The dumbass did not have the tact not to answer "Yeah. When people are with friends they work together the best. Look at Leonard, he couldn't do shit at work without me and Mick and Lisa. We couldn't do shit without him either, that's the power of friendship that makes it all happen"
What kind of literal fountain of shit did this moron just spew out, Leonard couldn't help but wonder, yet he only stayed silent.
Why? Because the Corporate bitch actually looked... contemplative? Did he actually...?
"That does seem to hold some truth to it. After all, all of your greatest achievements did come from fairly particular team-ups of seemingly otherwise unremarkable individuals ..." he wondered out loud as though they couldn't hear him. What a moron. Who else would know about Leonard's 'PrOfeSsioNaL aChIeVeMenTs' and the people he worked with other than those who read his damn file? With brains like these they might as well hire Sam to be their damn department head.
The conversations kind of evolved into a more casual vibe from then on and everyone had a good time. Even the scumbag seemed to enjoy himself, maybe he'll get some sense from all of this.
The best part was that nobody came down on his head for organizing this event, and as long as he could have nights like these he did not care if Lex Luthor thought that he was a unicorn that farted rainbows as he went.
Hell, knowing the guy he'll probably make a field of study out of it and then monetize it with some funky new cellphones.
Heh. What a time to be alive.
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This probably requires some editing and maybe rewriting but I wanted to get this idea out there before going to bed.