Quentin watched the man in the yellow suit retract his fist (and a good portion of his arm) from Malcolm Merlyn's body. Harrison Wells sped away before the corpse had finished hitting the ground.
All Lance could think was: 'Not another effing vigiliante!'
Not that I expect anyone to be interested, but: I grant permission to anyone interested in creating a podfic for any of my fics, with the exception of the two Harry Potter crossovers and the Card Captors piece and provided that I'm sent a notification with the link(s).