Cold watched as the escapees who would form the rest of the 'Suicide Squad' filed into the room and quickly broke out into a fight. Deathstroke vs Ultraman. And, Cold thought Deathstroke was smart. Jesus, what was he thinking? A man who has trouble with Batman fighting someone who was basically Superman. He probably had some trick up his sleeve though, people like him usually do. He stifled a laugh when he saw a man dressed as a literally cat walk into the room. Cold wasn't informed that they started adding people who drew themselves as furries on deviantart to the suicide squad. He hardly knew anyone on his own team, let alone the others. But he did spot one face from the past in amongst the crowd. Digger Harkness, Boomerang. He hadn't expected this, guilt and sorrow quickly filled Cold and he predicted what was coming. A swift kick in the family jewels was probably what was coming, Cold could understand that. Nevertheless, Cold expected a punch in the face, Boomerang was never one to go for the nuts. 

He rose from his chair, rubbing his eyes with his hood down to reveal his spiked brown hair and spoke.
"I'm the artist formerly known as, Captain Cold, but you can all call me Leonard, Leonard Snart." He put on the slit glasses he had become vaguely known for. He grinned to the room, the grin was probably not going to be returned.