Alright so veganpunkers sent me a prompt about Lisa giving Len a polar bear and it was too cute to pass up
“Lisa.. What is this?”
“Do you need glasses, Len? It’s a polar bear. It’s for the lair.”
“We don’t have a lair, Lisa. Hartley called the hideout a lair once because he was being sarcastic.”
“Then it’s for the hideout. Either way he’s yours now.” Before he could say anything else she spun on her heels and walked out of the room, leaving the polar bear on the floor.
How did she even get a live polar bear? He wasn’t very sure and frankly, he didn’t want to know.
It couldn’t have been an adult, it wasn’t big enough for that. But it was also too small for it to be a cub so… He’ll just assume that the polar bear is a young adult in human years.
Leonard couldn’t keep a live polar bear here. It might maul one of the other Rogues or tear stuff up. He could think of a hundred different ways why keeping a polar bear is a horrible idea… But it was kinda cute he guessed.
The bear looked up at him, ears perked up as he looked at Leonard curiously. He opened his mouth and let out a yawn then put his head back on the ground.
Shit. This bear was adorable as hell.
After a few days Len called Barry about the polar bear in the middle of the hideout. He actually had to send a picture for him to believe he wasn’t lying.
“How did she even-?!”
“I don’t know and I’m not asking. Will you help me move Pepsi to a zoo before she hurts of the others?”
“… You named the polar bear ‘Pepsi’?” Barry smiled a bit when he heard Len’s irritated sigh on the other end of the phone.
“I like Pepsi and Coke doesn’t deserve a polar bear mascot. What’s your po- shit. No. Dammit Pepsi, get off. I don’t- Fuck.”
“What happened?” A couple seconds later Len hung up and sent Barry another picture. This time the bear was laying on top of Len and you could clearly see he was trying not to smile when he took the photo.
That’s definitely his new contact photo.
He sent him a quick text and ran out of the house, towards the direction of the hideout.
But he needed to make a quick stop first.
“I can’t believe you, Scarlet. You actually bought him a Pepsi themed collar.. I’m not keeping him you know.”
“You should.” Barry smiled, petting the bears head. “You could freeze one of the spear rooms in the hideout and he can sleep there.” He offered. This bear was just too cute to give to a zoo.
“We’re sending him to the zoo. I’m not keeping him.” Barry’s kicked puppy look could rival Pepsi’s yawn. Both were equally adorable.
So they did just that. Central City Zoo got a new polar bear from an anonymous donor with the request his name stays Pepsi.
But a few weeks later the bear was gone with a note by the shattered remains of one of the exhibit windows.
‘Pepsi looked unhappy. -CC’
((If it’s bad I’m super sorry but I tried my best while typing it on a phone ))