Two updates in one day! I'm actually quite proud of myself right now!

So this is something I dreamed up while I was trying to go to bed... which tends to be when my best ideas come, but this... well, this is a little weird.

When I originally came up with the idea, I had envisioned it with an actual villain, one who's worthy of carrying that title, but then I decided it would be fun to write with this cringey bad comic book type "villain."

AFanofYourStory: I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for your review!

She was hanging upside down, hands bound behind her back.

They'd used rope.

That was their first mistake.

And honestly? Sara wanted to roll her eyes at the whole thing.

Did they really think they were intimidating?

That this was intimidating?
The man in front of her was a small, weaselly looking imp. His eyes, an almost colorless blue, were set deep into his face, and the only hair he had left stuck out in several clumps behind his ears.

Whatever this man thought he was doing, he was an insult to the art of interrogation.

Sara tested the ropes around her wrists.

They were tight.

She had to give them points for trying.

They just weren't tight enough.

"Tell me…" The man leaned in close, close enough for Sara to feel his breath on her face. His voice was barely a hiss. It sounded like someone had taken sandpaper to the back of his throat. "Tell me what you were doing here. Why were you breaking into our facility? It's supposed to be impenetrable!"

"Guess not." Even hanging upside down, with her hands bound behind her back, Sara still managed a shrug. "And seriously, back up. Don't they give you people breath mints in this place?"

"I have no time for your games!" The man whipped out a knife, brandishing it as a threat, but not quite ready to use it. "Tell me! Tell me or I'll have no choice!"

And… a knife- it seemed a little… low tech.

But then again, so did the rope.

And his methods… well, she'd seen better.

A lot better.

She'd already started working on the knots. It was a lot harder when she didn't have the use of a knife (and she didn't. None she could reach anyways. The ones she would have been able to reach had been taken from her already.)

Once she had her hands free, however, things would be a lot simpler.

And she was very, very close to getting her hands free.

"I asked you a question!" the man screeched, grabbing her hair and forcing her to look him in the eyes.

Sara grunted, thinning her lips as she glowered.

The discomfort she could handle. This was humiliating.

"No," she corrected, "you didn't ask a question. You made several demands. None of which I feel like answering right now."

It should be just a second now, and… there!

She was free.

She kept the rope clutched in her hands.

Where would the fun be if he discovered she had freed herself too soon?

Sara almost smirked, but she carefully schooled her expression.

It wouldn't do to give herself away either.

The man (who Sara was certain could single handedly ruin the reputation of supervillainy) seemed ready to explode.

Or maybe implode.

Sara really didn't think he'd make all that dramatic an explosion at all.

He might just… light a spark and then crumple to the floor in a pile of ashes.

And that was being generous.

"You… you…!" He was really sputtering now.

And Sara was getting bored.

Which meant it was time for the games to end.

She sighed. "Look, I'm sure you're trying really hard here and I'm certainly having fun, but…" She held her hands out. "All good things have to come to an end."

The man's eyes practically popped out of his head. "What? How…"

"You tell me," Sara said. She reached out, grabbing the man's shoulders and yanking him forward, bashing her forehead into his.

The man fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.

He hadn't stood a chance.

The door burst open and she glanced up.

Ray still had his fists raised, weapons pointed into the room in case another threat leapt out at them.

When he saw Sara and the man on the floor, he lowered them.

"Sara!" Even through the visor, she could see his look of surprise.

"You could have spared the manpower," she said. "I could have handled this under control."

By then, she'd gotten ahold of one of her remaining knives, reaching up to slash the ropes still holding her up and allowing herself to drop to the ground unhurt.

"Yes, I'm sure, but…" Ray stopped, as if suddenly unsure how to continue.

That was a first.

"What he means," Snart pushed his way to the front, "is that we all care too much to leave you hanging around all by yourself."

"Aw, thanks." Sara rolled her eyes, but she smiled despite her sarcasm.

"Don't mention it." Snart cocked his head, as she reached their side.

He gestured. "After you."

Sara fixed him with a glare, but allowed herself to leave first.

She was sick of this place already.

She stepped into a very familiar hallways, one she'd helped infiltrate earlier that same day.

Two men lay sprawled on the floor, no doubt courtesy of her two teammates.

Goons most definitely, but they'd have put up a fight.

"You didn't leave any for me?"

Too bad the man hadn't brought them in for the interrogation. Things might have been a little more interesting if he had.

Ray glanced back at the room. "Why? He not fit your standards?"
"Not even a little bit."