// yeets this ;)

// yeets this ;)

Barry takes off at once, catching up to his trail almost immediately. When he said he was fast, he meant it. He reaches for the man with metahuman cuffs, aiming to capture him before he could run any faster.

“I’m sorry,” Barry repeats, nodding slowly. “Where was the war?”

“Wha — seriously?? Me?? You, uh, you sure?”

So you — you HAVE fought Batman?! How was it?!

If anyone is planning on killing anybody tonight, they’ll have to go through me. (namely this… Tim Drake? Barry has no idea who that is. He should have Cisco run a scan, but he’s kind of puffing out his chest and hero’ing right now.)

Barry passes a coffee to your muse. “It’s still warm, I promise.” #dcrp #openrp

“Please don’t contaminate the… evidence…” Barry sighs. He eyes your muse heavily.

… ah. Yup. I should’ve guessed that. Okay. Here goes nothing…

Whew! That actually felt really good!

screams back.

Listen, I, uh… I’ll try it! Hit me. How do I eat it…?

Oh. OH! Uh… hello little dude… what’s your name?

Oh… oh that’s….

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“Yeah,” Barry says casually, taking in the tall man’s appearance almost like he’d evaluate a threat. “Ever heard of the Flash? That’s me.”

Your team….?

Huh. You sound like another masked crusader I know. (He’s not thinking of Batman.)

Yeah, her name’s Nora! I uh have a picture of her somewhere — here!

“Well, yeah, now I do if you’re saying I won’t be able to catch you.” Barry waves his hand slightly at the man, shooing him away. “Go ahead.”

R-right… right! Right… Listen, I’m sorry. My daughter’s gay, and I… well, she’s time traveled back to meet me before so we never really had the talk or anything so…

“Oh! Oh, I… I’m sorry he’s missing.” A small pause. “I’d be happy to help you search for him! My team has satellites and such we could employ — what’s his name? Where did you last see him?”

Well. I’m… sorry for your loss?

This? You call this overreacting? Nah, you’re fine. Trust me, I’ve seen worse. Don’t worry about it.

… You’ve really thought this out, haven’t you.

Can I get you anything?! Like a party, or — or — … I am truly botching this.

Barry still shakes his head. He doesn’t exactly think this guy knows how fast he runs. “Yeah, okay. Look, how about you even have a head start, got it?”

Ohmygodyouresoright. ARE YOU GAY.

. . . Well thank you, I got one of the Flash branded sets on sale, actually. Really cool, uh, superhero.

I’m a bad ally…

Oh god. Who do I know who’s gay?! Someone help me out!!!!

… uh

Why didn’t anyone tell me?!

Barry takes a step closer to the younger man, passing him his card. Not his CSI card. His other card, which he hands over with a small nod. “No pressure,” he says as he steps away again. “But we’re here if you need any support, Ashley.”

Barry smirks. “Sir, I don’t think you know who you’re talking to. If you run, I’m sure I’ll catch you.”

*frantically researching if being gay gives you a shoe radar*

. . . WHAT ?!

Man, you realize I gotta arrest you now, right?

Yeah… I know…. I saw…..

There is NO way you looked at the bottom of my Converse.

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… Dude. Okay, you know what? I’ll bite. Either one, your pick.

He speeds back around once he gets the sense he’s being observed, making sure his mask is in place. “Hi? Can I help you?”

Why does everybody have to choose violence around me when I literally work for CCPD?

HOW DO YOU KNOW

Oh — don’t do that….

running. running real fast

“Miss… Ivy?” Barry asks hesitantly. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Barry raises his hands in the air, cringing defensively. “I didn’t mean to, I promise. It’s just — your jacket… it’s… it’s cool! It’s cool.”