rp/parody account for barry allen from cw the flash. may contain darker themes. written by hallion. admin is 28
“oh — hey, sorry. did you need anything?”
“oh — hey, sorry. did you need anything?”
“I… I know. Thank you, Kara. I… I’m just…”
His voice breaks.
“… it’s been a long day.”
“I… I know. Thank you, Kara. I… I’m just…”
His voice breaks.
“… it’s been a long day.”
He forces a smile, and buries his head in her shoulder to cry the next moment.
“Can’t we break down just a little bit?”
He forces a smile, and buries his head in her shoulder to cry the next moment.
“Can’t we break down just a little bit?”
Barry slowly lowers his hands, then glances back at the body. He leans down and covers it with the sheet.
“Listen, I… I might have a place you can use your powers. Anyway you want, but… mostly for good.”
Ace quells the flames, wanting Barry to know that he means no harm. He was demonstrating his power, not threatening to use it.
"Why would you protect me? I may not be the person who stabbed him but I still... I'm dangerous, I... I'm not normal..."
Barry holds up a hand quickly, backing away from the young man.
“I swear, I’m not going to arrest you. But look around you! Look at how many other men are on the scene here. They could put you in jail! I believe you, but they might not.”
Barry slowly lowers his hands, then glances back at the body. He leans down and covers it with the sheet.
“Listen, I… I might have a place you can use your powers. Anyway you want, but… mostly for good.”
Barry turns to her, removing his mask. His eyes are wet. She’s right — it doesn’t really help anything. And Barry’s always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve.
He rubs his face tiredly.
“You’re… you’re right. But what do we do next?”
She says as she slowly flew down next to him with a concerned look
“All we can say really is…it could have been worse…which I can’t lie never really helps me either”
“I… I did what I could. I swear. But even the Flash can’t save everyone.”
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Barry turns to her, removing his mask. His eyes are wet. She’s right — it doesn’t really help anything. And Barry’s always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve.
He rubs his face tiredly.
“You’re… you’re right. But what do we do next?”
He can be bought easily with food.
❝ Yey, food! ❞
Barry smiles wanly at the other, extending a hand to help him up.
“Come on. Meal’s on me.”
Barry holds up a hand quickly, backing away from the young man.
“I swear, I’m not going to arrest you. But look around you! Look at how many other men are on the scene here. They could put you in jail! I believe you, but they might not.”
Ace holds out his hand towards Barry, and slowly, little flames begin to simmer in his palm before licking at the air.
"I was just defending myself..."
Barry drops the evidence bag and whirls around to face the boy.
“What?!”
He urgently walks closer to him, glancing between him and the rest of the officers on the scene.
“Kid, what — is that why you were here? Why did you — you shouldn’t have told me that! Come on!”
Barry holds up a hand quickly, backing away from the young man.
“I swear, I’m not going to arrest you. But look around you! Look at how many other men are on the scene here. They could put you in jail! I believe you, but they might not.”
We banded together to stop a god.
“Look, I don’t care if I’m able to reason with you, man. But you are gonna come with me.”
He tracks the movements of the unknown killer faster than light, making his move to grab him at the very last moment. Barry attempts to slap the metahuman handcuffs on the other, +
Freddy taunted, another snide cackle belts from him while his gloved hand twitched.
“Look, I don’t care if I’m able to reason with you, man. But you are gonna come with me.”
He tracks the movements of the unknown killer faster than light, making his move to grab him at the very last moment. Barry attempts to slap the metahuman handcuffs on the other, +
Barry drops the evidence bag and whirls around to face the boy.
“What?!”
He urgently walks closer to him, glancing between him and the rest of the officers on the scene.
“Kid, what — is that why you were here? Why did you — you shouldn’t have told me that! Come on!”
Ace takes a few calming breaths, trying to find composure and quell the urge to confess. He doesn't want to go to prison, he's heard terrible stories about it.
"I started the fire but I didn't stab him!"
Barry makes a mental note of the other’s first question, slowly taking a sample of the grime and putting it into a bag. He turns back around to face the other, hoping his face looks curious and not suspicious.
“What did you say your name was?”
Barry drops the evidence bag and whirls around to face the boy.
“What?!”
He urgently walks closer to him, glancing between him and the rest of the officers on the scene.
“Kid, what — is that why you were here? Why did you — you shouldn’t have told me that! Come on!”
“Look, man. It’s really late, and you can threaten me if you want, but we both know I’m faster than you. And that you’re going to jail.”
Freddy snapped, his gloved hand twitched as his eyes narrowed at him. A look of disgust, and cold distain was on his burned features. He slowly held up his gloved hand, the blades reflected in the street light.
"First, and final warning piglet.."
“You… you good there, man?”
“Look, man. It’s really late, and you can threaten me if you want, but we both know I’m faster than you. And that you’re going to jail.”