You were a thief.
You had never been caught or even accused.
People never even knew what you looked like.
People called you "Ghost."
Your work was widely known because you always left a heart written in invisible ink behind.
That was the only trace you left.
You were working on stealing a painting you had traced to Central City.
Your childhood home.
You manage to avoid the place for years, and it all comes back to bite you in the ass.
You had left after the your long time boyfriend left town without saying goodbye.
You were supposed to run away together, but he left you at the train station, waiting.
You never saw him again.
Leonard Snart.
You remembered your love for the man.
You remembered your anger.
You holed up in a motel near a dark bar.
You mapped out your plans.
A knock sounded on your door.
You answered to see a woman there.
"Your car is blocking my bike," she said.
Your rental was in the way of a motorcycle.
"Right. Sorry," you said kindly.
You exited your room, locking it behind you.
You pulled your car forward.
"Again, so sorry," you apologized.
"Do I know you?" she asked.
"I don't think so," you replied honestly.
"Holy crap, Y/N?" she asked, squinting.
"How do you know my name?" you asked, uncomfortable.
"It's me, Lisa Snart. You used to date my brother, Leonard?" she tried to get you to remember.
"I'm sorry. I don't know you, and I don't know any Leonard," you lied, "I'm going to go back to my room now. Have a nice night."
She watched you leave.
You had to act tonight.
You wanted to leave the city as quickly as possible.
You waited outside the museum where the painting was being kept.
You had just gotten inside and packed the painting, when you heard a cough behind you.
"One moment please," you said, writing your signature G.
You turned to see man in a parka, holding a strange gun.
"You're a new guard," you stated.
"I'm no guard. I'm a thief. And I want that painting," he spoke.
"Well, you see, you can't have it. Someone else deserves it more," you replied.
"Y/N? You're the Ghost?" Lisa asked.
"Why do you keep popping up everywhere?" you hissed.
"Y/N?" the man repeated.
"And what of it?" you asked.
"Leonard, it's her," Lisa said.
You stared at him.
"You're the Ghost?" he repeated.
"Obviously," you repeated.
"What happened to you?" he asked.
"You don't need to know. Get out of my way," you ordered.
"Not possible. I still want that painting," he said.
You smirked.
You tossed the bag behind you.
"Fight me for it," you said.
"No problem," Lisa said stepping forward.
You easily bound her to a sculpture as she tried to kick you.
"Sorry, dear. You have gotten so big. Good to see you again," You smiled.
Leonard stepped forward.
He tossed his gun to the side.
"Now it's a fair fight," he said.
He swung at you and you easily dodged it.
You kicked his legs out from under him.
You heard a guard coming.
You just bound his feet together.
You grabbed the bag and headed to the window.
Your backup plan was waiting.
You put on the gear.
"Nice seeing you again. Shame it ended this way. See you never," you waved.
You jumped down, keeping a tight grip on the package.
You released yourself as you heard the alarm go off.
You ran back to your motel room.
The next day, you were waiting at the train station.
A mother and her son approached you.
You handed them the painting, still in the bag.
The mother tearfully hugged you.
She offered your money, but you did not accept.
You knelt to the boy's level.
"You're going to be okay," you promised, giving him a little pat on the head.
You watched as they rushed off.
"They deserved the painting more?" you heard behind you.
You sighed as you turned to greet Leonard.
"Fancy meeting you here," you said.
"Why did you give them the painting?" he asked.
"It was theirs," you answered, "It belonged to the great-great-grandfather, who had it stolen from him. They need the money from selling it properly. The boy, he's sick. It'll pay for his treatments."
Leonard stared at you.
"So, you steal... to help people?" he asked.
"Obviously," you said.
He stared at you.
You grabbed your bag, waiting for the next train.
"Stay," he said.
"What?" you questioned.
"Stay. With me," he repeated, softly., "Or I could go with you."
"Why?" you scoffed.
"Because I messed up. I let you go all those years ago. You were too good for me, and I couldn't just leave Lisa with our father," he explained, acting out of character, "But I'm free now. And I'm not about to let you go again."
You stared at him.
Throughout the whole four years you two had been together, he had never said anything with that much emotion.
You believed him.
Your train arrived and you readied yourself to enter.
"I'm headed to New York City. I guess if you wanted to tag along, no one's stopping you," you said, entering the train as the doors opened.
Leonard wasted no time, entering with you.
He remained at your side.
"Ready to become a Ghost?"