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@absolutely-barry
⋆.˚ ⚡︎ .⭒˚ Introduction ˚⭒. ⚡︎ ˚.⋆
. 𖥔 ݁ ˖ ϟ ⚡︎ ϟ ˖ ݁ 𖥔 . 𖥔 ݁ ˖ ϟ ⚡︎ ϟ ˖ ݁ 𖥔 . ᝰ. hheeeyyyy!!! i'm barry allen!!! aka the flash ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
ᝰ. both hal and supes are on here so i decided to join as well (and to also pester them when i can't be physically around them) . 𖥔 ݁ ˖ ϟ ⚡︎ ϟ ˖ ݁ 𖥔 . 𖥔 ݁ ˖ ϟ ⚡︎ ϟ ˖ ݁ 𖥔 .
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uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
am i in trouble? @court--of--owls
Yes.
why?
what’d i do now??
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
am i in trouble? @court--of--owls
Gramps!
gramps? i'm not a grandpa!!!
....
Oldie
i’m not an oldie⁉️⁉️⁉️ i just turned nineteen 😔 wait who are you??
Gramps!
gramps? i'm not a grandpa!!!
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Remember in school when you tripped over seemingly nothing, and everyone laughed at you?
IT WAS ME BARRY!
I tripped you at super speed and spread Joker’s laughing gas around the hallways!
(@randomroleplayer4269 )
THAT’S HORRIBLE!!!???!! why would you do that to me? :(
//hi ! Uhm I’m Allie ! I made my first flash ov a few days ago and didn’t find any flash, until I asked a green lantern anon and told me about u ! (Pls don’t freak out this oc is a future kid like Nora and Bart west Allen)//
“hi ! Uhm this is random but… have u seen Nora..?”
@the-little-speedster
heeeyyy!!!! nice to meet you allie :D my barry’s in an au so he’s currently 19 years old!
—Oh- Hello! Nora? Who’s.. Who’s Nora?—
”oh ! well.. uhm.. Nora is kinda ur and iris west future kid..”
—Oh. I have a futur ki- Wait, did you say Iris West? Ohhh. She’s pretty but.. I’m.. I don’t really… swing that way? Maybe you’ve got the wrong Barry?—
//hi ! Uhm I’m Allie ! I made my first flash ov a few days ago and didn’t find any flash, until I asked a green lantern anon and told me about u ! (Pls don’t freak out this oc is a future kid like Nora and Bart west Allen)//
“hi ! Uhm this is random but… have u seen Nora..?”
@the-little-speedster
heeeyyy!!!! nice to meet you allie :D my barry’s in an au so he’s currently 19 years old!
—Oh- Hello! Nora? Who’s.. Who’s Nora?—
hal says i’m a baby… (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
do you agree?
yes you are a total baby
no hal’s the actual baby
I AM NOT A BABY!
@official-absolute-haljordan i blame you.
hal says i’m a baby… (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
do you agree?
yes you are a total baby
no hal’s the actual baby
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Barry gave the door a couple of knocks before just waiting for it to be open, wanting to let Clark be able to take his time. He was definitely worried for him, especially after that message he had sent in the group-chat they shared with Hal. - @absolutely-barry
Clark opens the door and smiled softly. If Barry looked hard enough he could tell that Clark had been crying earlier, as to how long before he had arrived was hard to tell. "Hi Barry." He let's the younger male into the apartment.
Barry smiles, brightly, back at Clark. Although his smile dimmed a little when he notice the slight redness in his eyes, he decided not to question him further because he wasn’t here to get answers or find out why the older was crying but rather he was just here to be.. here for him.
—Hi Supes! I brought some comfort food for you.—
He lifts up a plastic bag to show that he had stopped to get some takeout at one of Clark’s favourite places to eat before he walked into the apartment.
"Oh thank you Barry but you didn't have to bring food but I appreciate it regardless." He smiled softly and closed the door to the place. The apartment was alot cleaner than it usually was though that was more or less due to the fact that Hal was usually over before Barry was
He'd place the takeout on the table, shaking his head with a soft laugh. —Of course!!! It's no problem Supes. I figured you might've need the sustenance.— Barry then looked up at him before, hesitantly, opening up his arms to offer him a hug if he needed or wanted it.
"I'm okay. I don't need a hug." Clark responded with a faint smile before moving to the kitchen. "I appreciate the thought though."
He finds himself pouting a little at the pass on his offer but he doesn't push it, lowering his arms while following Clark to the kitchen. —Hmmm, okay then! If you need one just let me know. I'll come running to you.— He smiled, hoping his lame joke would make the other laugh a little. —.. Uh.. Uhm, how are yo- Are you oka- Mmm... I'm here for you, Supes, you know that right?—
"Yes I know you are here for me. It's just... A difficult time for me at the moment and I don't really feel up to speaking on it." Clark responded with a smile.
Barry nodded, giving Clark a small smile. —You don't have to talk about it. I am sorry that you're going through this, I wish there was a way I could... take your pain away and just let me be the one to deal with it.— He'd lean against one of the kitchen counters as he spoke. —Because you don't deserve to be hurting.—
Clark grabs two glasses. "What kind of drink do you want?" He asked somewhat avoiding what Barry had spoken about.
He nodded slightly, understanding what Clark was trying to non-verbally tell him. Barry then glanced at the empty glasses. Trying to think of what to drink.
—Mmmmm.. do you have chocolate milk or cherry cola?—
"I have the cherry cola." He replied grabbing a can of it from the fridge. "Do you want ice to go with it or do you want it as is?" He asked as he opened up the can
Barry looked at Clark a little bit more, trying to read his expression before answering.
—Yes, please.—
He then got a glance at the takeout food sitting on the dining table.
—Do you want me to start unpacking the food?—
"If you don't mind that would be nice." Clark puts ice into the cup meant for Barry before adding in the soda into the same cup. "If you don't mind me asking why did you show up? I'm not Hal."
He walks over to the dining table to open the bag and pull out the tupperware to place on the table, though Clark’s question made his heart shatter a little.
—Because I care about you, Supes.—
He’d offer him a small yet sad smile.
—I care about you as much as I care about Hal. Yo.. You saved me. You had no reason to but you still did it.—
Barry, once finished unpacking the food, took a moment to continue speaking.
—…. So, I’m just following the example you gave me.—
Clark sighed softly. "It does make me wonder why you even bothered to stay in contact with me considering I am wanted by several government organizations. Which puts you in even more danger. Both you and Hal are children, you have so much more going for you than I do so why bother when being here could kill you."
The way he spoke it felt as though Clark wasn't necessarily speaking solely about Hal and Barry put perhaps others.
Barry huffed, reaching to place a hand on Clark’s shoulder to give him a few comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—Those government organisations don’t know the good you’re doing but Hal and I do. That’s why we’re helping you even if that means putting ourselves in danger. We want to help and be with you Clark.—
He tried to reassure him.
—And we’re not children, I’m literally turning nineteen in two days! I’m basically an adult right now.—
"You're still a child Barry." The empty glass Clark had in his hand shatters taking his attention away from Barry and the conversation they were having as he opened his hand. A couple shards of glass were stuck in his hand. "Shit."
—I am no-….—
Barry interrupts himself before glancing from Clark’s face to his hands where shards of glass stuck to. He kept quiet for a second before speeding over to where Clark kept the tissue and then running back. Holding it out for the older hero.
"Thanks." He takes the tissue from him and carefully plucks the shards in his hands free before carefully covering the open wounds.
Barry nods at the gratitude and then running all over Clark’s apartment till he had found the medkit, walking back over to him once he was done finishing plucking the shards off his hand.
—Can I? My mom taught me how to stitch wounds when I was little… after.. Nevermind.—
He’d let his facial expression fall for a second before shaking his head, his usual 'happy' look back.
—Just know that if you want to, I can help close some of the wounds on your hand.—
"I can do it but since I know it will bug you if you can't do it yourself ill let you do it." Clark responded letting Barry go about fixing his hand.
Barry looked at Clark, a judging yet playful expression on his face, when he made that comment. Even squinting his eyes for a few second before reaching out to hold Clark’s hand with one of his and his other hand would start to sew one of the wounds.
—Sooo.. want to talk about it?—
"Talk about what exactly. Depending on what you want to know you may not get an answer from me as it's a rather touchy subject."
He stopped for a second before continuing and then nodding.
—Got it! Want to talk about how.. much …progress I’ve made since I first joined you on this mission?—
He’d give Clark a toothy smile.
—Do you want me to use my super speed to speed up this process? I haven’t tried sewing stitches with speed though.. fair warning.—
Clark gave him a look. "Don't use the speed to do it faster, this requires delicacy and slowness. I mean would you like it if I did that if you needed that?"
Barry pouted, his bottom-lip quivering a little. He took a couple of breaths. Reminding himself that Clark wasn’t anything like his Father and that he probably just wanted Barry to be careful.
—N.. No. Sorry. I’ll do it slowly.—
Finishing the first one, tying it, before moving onto the next.
"Here let me see it Barry." Clark stuck his non injured hand out to let Barry choose to give the needle up. "I can show you a faster method that's more affective for small wounds like this."
Barry’s eyes widened a little. He looked between Clark’s open hand and his eyes, trying to read his expression once more.
' Did I do it wrong? Maybe I hurt him and he just didn’t tell me because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. '
His thoughts echoed in his head before he blinked a couple of times, hesitantly giving Clark the needle.
"Watch close okay? I'll have you practice this later so you know how to do it should I not be available to help." Clark walks Barry through the faster stitching making sure Barry could see how to do it. Once he finished he looks to Barry.
"I'm not upset with you Barry."
—Got it!—
He’d focus and try to learn/memorise the way Clark stitched his injured hand. Making mental notes on what to change in his method and how to combine both his Mother’s and Clark’s way of stitching, although he was pulled out of his thoughts when he looked at Clark.
—.. I… I didn’t- I never said that you were..—
He would reply quietly, wrecking himself internally for wearing his heart on his sleeve.
"You and Hal are easy for me to read, I know others may have a hard time reading the two of you but I don't. I suppose you could call it the dad sense I have." Clark replied before smiling softly.
Barry smiled back, thankful that Clark wasn’t angry at him. He’d never admit, unless provoked, but for the time he’s gotten to know Clark- He’s been more of a father to Barry than his birth dad ever was.
—O.. Oh. Sorry, I’m just- You shouldn’t be offering to comfort me, I’m here to… to be here for you. Not the other way around.—
"It's fine Barry, I don't mind comforting you when you're feeling off okay? I'm not going to get upset over you simply being human either." He smiled softly
—I know but I’m here for you Supes.—
Barry sighed, hanging his head low.
—.. I just wanted to return the favour… you deserve it.—
"I know you do but you don't have to okay?" With the non injured hand he pats Barry's shoulder gently. "You do alot more than you think you do for me okay?"
He looks up, smiling softly at Clark.
—No I don’t.. see- You’re the one who’s feeling down today and you’re comforting me..—
His eyes tear up for a second before he quickly wiped them away.
—You deserve a lot more than what I’ve been giving you.—
"Oh come here Barry." He offers him a hug. "Just because I'm upset doesn't mean we can't comfort each other. I mean you're doing it right now by being here with me."
Barry scoffs, in a light-hearted manner, though he still accepts the hug. Melting instantly.
—Mm.. thank you. I like your hugs.—
He mumbled the last bit.
—I am sorry that you’re feeling upset, I hope that.. whatever’s bothering you.. will let you move past it.—
It took the speedster a couple of seconds before he randomly added.
—…You’re a good person Clark.—
That last sentence caught him off guard, made him tighten his hold just a little bit more. As if he needed to hear those words. "You think so?" He asked quietly showing a vulnerable side of him no one alive really got to see.
His smile grew when he noticed Clark’s hold on him tighten just a little, reminding him of the hugs his Mother used to give him.
—I mean yeah.. you still help the world, even if the world is cruel to you and you tolerate me. Some people would say that trait already.. makes you a.. good person… but you are known to go beyond the expectations.—
He giggled a little before quietening for a moment.
—.. Why? You don’t think that you are?—
He pulls away from the hug, his face grim. "I... I have my reasons for thinking that." He sighed softly.
His pout returns when he’s finally able to read Clark’s expression, he hesitantly reaches his hand out to give the older some comforting pats and squeezes on his shoulder.
—I know you do.. and that’s valid. It’s your thoughts, I have no say in shaping what your opinions or thoughts are but.. I am here. I’m here to remind you, CONSTANTLY..—
He’d nudge the other’s shoulder lightly.
—.. That you are and will always be a good person to me, to Hal.—
"I don't think so. Not after what I caused." Clark responded with a sigh. "I really don't think that I should be held in such high regard."
He’d give Clark a couple more comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—That was.. That was in the past, Supes. You’re making up for whatever you did now. I can see it.—
Clark moves away from the table and to the doorway of the kitchen. "Come with me let me show you something."
Barry follows Clark.
—What’re you gonna show me?—
He's quiet for a long moment as he walked over to the usually locked door he had everyone avoid going into. Clark unlocks the door and opens it wide letting Barry look into it. Inside the room young children's toys could be seen, ones meant for a child no older than at least five were tucked away neatly in a toy box.
The room could be taken as a nursery of sorts, well the transition of a nursery to a proper bedroom for a young child. A couple of photos could be seen on the walls as well, in some the photos was a younger Clark and a young woman around his age who looked very pregnant, in others there was Clark with the same woman but with a baby in her arms, in the last two tucked away on a nearby table sat what looked to be the most recent photographs, the same woman with what looked to be a two year old.
"This is what I don't like to show. There's... Alot I haven't told you or Hal and this is it."
Barry’s eyes widened when he saw where Clark was leading him to, the room where the older had kept locked from other people for so long. He gasped a little, looking into the room and seeing how decorated it was. How a young child would definitely appreciate the room, he felt his own eyes tear a little when he noticed the pictures all over the room.
—Why.. Why are you showing me this? I.. I’m not forcing you to show me this, right?—
"No you're not forcing me to show this. This was the nursery I had made with my late wife for my late son. Today is the anniversary of their deaths, it's what is bothering me when you asked me what was wrong." Clark replied softly, almost depressed. "I wasn't there to keep them safe and it cost them their lives. I tried so fucking hard to keep them separated from everything I was doing and it just didn't work."
Barry felt his heart weigh heavier in his chest- He wasn’t able to stop himself, giving Clark a hug. A tight one, only pulling back after a minute.
—I.. I’m so sorry that happened Supes. Even though I’ve never met them, I can see from the pictures that you’ve given them a happy time when they were here with you. You love them and they know that.—
"I know that logically speaking but the guilt... It makes it so much worse. I can't even bring myself to get rid of anything that's in here..." Clark says, choking on his emotions as he spoke. It was very clear that Clark was very very close to simply breaking down and crying.
Barry huffed, placing his hand back on Clark’s shoulder to give him a squeeze.
—That’s very valid and you don’t have to get rid of it.. I think it’s nice to you kept it in here. It helps to… keep the memory of them alive.—
He then used his other hand to pull out a locket necklace, clicking it open to reveal a photo of him and his mother.
—It’s what helps to keep them close to our hearts.—
"You... God what did I ever do to deserve you Barry." Clark takes a deep breath to calm himself, to keep himself from crying as if he cried he knew that Barry would also start crying.
Barry huffs out a laugh, closing back the locket and tucking it into his shirt.
—The true question is.. what did I do to deserve to have met you and Hal.—
"The two of you have pulled me from a rather deep depression when I had finally given the two of you the time of day to actually let you get to know me. I mean it was only a matter of time before you found out about the room and tried to get in there." Clark replied with a sigh. "The two of you have kept me from doing very very stupid shit."
He’d smile a little, leaning a bit closer to Clark now. Feeling his sense of safety around the older get stronger, like he’s starting to trust him more and more.
—Well you keep us from doing stupid shit every day too, mainly Hal but you do that to me too.—
He’d joke.
—But I am happy that.. we did help you and we’ll continue to help you Clark. Always. We’re not going anywhere!—
"I know that you're not going anywhere unless you are forced to and or have a say in it." Clark replied with a smile hugging him gently
Barry scoffs, giggling as he let Clark hug him again.
—Pffft- Why would I ever willingly leave you. If I did, just know that I was brainwashed or that… that it’s my evil doppelgänger!—
"See exactly my point I know you well enough that you wouldn't leave unless there were other things at play and that... That does help alot." He says with a soft smile.
—Yeah, you do know me well enough!!!—
Barry smiled back, a soft one.
—Although…. it’s probably good that you didn’t know me when.. he was still around.—
"When who was around Barry." Clark asked his full attention now on him. He knew both Hal and Barry had their secrets when it came to their pasts just like Clark himself did so if Barry didn't want to talk about he wouldn't force him to.
Barry looked up, straightening his posture immediately before relaxing after a few seconds.
—.. My dad. You wouldn’t like him, he’s the exact and complete opposite of you.. which is a good thing! You wouldn’t want to be a man like he is..—
"I'm glad you think I wouldn't be like him." Clark replied with a small smile. "I try not to be mean unless the person absolutely deserves it. Or if you and Hal get hurt."
—See.. that's what I mean when you say you try to be a good person. You try your best.— Barry smiles, puffing out his chest like how Clark usually would when he would wear his super-suit. —I.. I am also glad that you're nowhere near like him..—
"I don't think I could physically be like him." Clark responded with a sigh
Barry squinted his eyes at Clark, though it was painfully obvious he was feeling a little playful.
—Only.. physically? What about verbally? You know verbal is still very much a thing considered!— He'd then ramble for a few more seconds, even sputtering with his speed ability, before stopping. —But on a serious note.. I know you could never be.. like him. You're too good.—
"I care far too much to ever be like that asshole of a man. If he wasn't already gone I would have killed him myself for what he did to you."
Barry’s eyes widened a little before letting out a quiet sigh.
—Yeah.. I still get nightmares sometimes about the way he would hit me. Or speak to me… but that part of my life is over, I’m here with you and Hal now. Doing good in the world!—
Clark pulls Barry into another hug. "I'm sorry you had to go through that and I would honestly hate myself if I ever hurt you or Hal."
Barry giggles when Clark pulls him into another hug, immediately wrapping his arms around the older. He never was one to feign away physical affection. —It's okay.. it wasn't your fault. Please don't apologise.— He spoke first before continuing after a beat.
—.. And you would never. We both know you wouldn't.—
"I know I wouldn't but there are creatures out there that know how to manipulate the mind into doing whatever they want regardless if we want to do it or not." Clark responded. "Which reminds me I need to teach the two of you how to safely put me out of commission."
Barry sighed. He knew Clark was right but he couldn’t see him as anything but the father-figure man he’s gotten to know.
—.. Alright, but if it gets to a point where I.. have to…—
His breathing shudders.
—I won’t be doing it.—
"You'll have to if it comes down to it. Will it kill me? Not if you do it how I show you." He says with a small sigh. "It's for your safety."
—Ok.. Okay, that’s good. I don’t know if I’d be able to… kill you if it does come down to it. I’d rather let you…—
Barry stopped himself, not even wanting to finish his own sentence as the thought ran in his brain.
Barry gave the door a couple of knocks before just waiting for it to be open, wanting to let Clark be able to take his time. He was definitely worried for him, especially after that message he had sent in the group-chat they shared with Hal. - @absolutely-barry
Clark opens the door and smiled softly. If Barry looked hard enough he could tell that Clark had been crying earlier, as to how long before he had arrived was hard to tell. "Hi Barry." He let's the younger male into the apartment.
Barry smiles, brightly, back at Clark. Although his smile dimmed a little when he notice the slight redness in his eyes, he decided not to question him further because he wasn’t here to get answers or find out why the older was crying but rather he was just here to be.. here for him.
—Hi Supes! I brought some comfort food for you.—
He lifts up a plastic bag to show that he had stopped to get some takeout at one of Clark’s favourite places to eat before he walked into the apartment.
"Oh thank you Barry but you didn't have to bring food but I appreciate it regardless." He smiled softly and closed the door to the place. The apartment was alot cleaner than it usually was though that was more or less due to the fact that Hal was usually over before Barry was
He'd place the takeout on the table, shaking his head with a soft laugh. —Of course!!! It's no problem Supes. I figured you might've need the sustenance.— Barry then looked up at him before, hesitantly, opening up his arms to offer him a hug if he needed or wanted it.
"I'm okay. I don't need a hug." Clark responded with a faint smile before moving to the kitchen. "I appreciate the thought though."
He finds himself pouting a little at the pass on his offer but he doesn't push it, lowering his arms while following Clark to the kitchen. —Hmmm, okay then! If you need one just let me know. I'll come running to you.— He smiled, hoping his lame joke would make the other laugh a little. —.. Uh.. Uhm, how are yo- Are you oka- Mmm... I'm here for you, Supes, you know that right?—
"Yes I know you are here for me. It's just... A difficult time for me at the moment and I don't really feel up to speaking on it." Clark responded with a smile.
Barry nodded, giving Clark a small smile. —You don't have to talk about it. I am sorry that you're going through this, I wish there was a way I could... take your pain away and just let me be the one to deal with it.— He'd lean against one of the kitchen counters as he spoke. —Because you don't deserve to be hurting.—
Clark grabs two glasses. "What kind of drink do you want?" He asked somewhat avoiding what Barry had spoken about.
He nodded slightly, understanding what Clark was trying to non-verbally tell him. Barry then glanced at the empty glasses. Trying to think of what to drink.
—Mmmmm.. do you have chocolate milk or cherry cola?—
"I have the cherry cola." He replied grabbing a can of it from the fridge. "Do you want ice to go with it or do you want it as is?" He asked as he opened up the can
Barry looked at Clark a little bit more, trying to read his expression before answering.
—Yes, please.—
He then got a glance at the takeout food sitting on the dining table.
—Do you want me to start unpacking the food?—
"If you don't mind that would be nice." Clark puts ice into the cup meant for Barry before adding in the soda into the same cup. "If you don't mind me asking why did you show up? I'm not Hal."
He walks over to the dining table to open the bag and pull out the tupperware to place on the table, though Clark’s question made his heart shatter a little.
—Because I care about you, Supes.—
He’d offer him a small yet sad smile.
—I care about you as much as I care about Hal. Yo.. You saved me. You had no reason to but you still did it.—
Barry, once finished unpacking the food, took a moment to continue speaking.
—…. So, I’m just following the example you gave me.—
Clark sighed softly. "It does make me wonder why you even bothered to stay in contact with me considering I am wanted by several government organizations. Which puts you in even more danger. Both you and Hal are children, you have so much more going for you than I do so why bother when being here could kill you."
The way he spoke it felt as though Clark wasn't necessarily speaking solely about Hal and Barry put perhaps others.
Barry huffed, reaching to place a hand on Clark’s shoulder to give him a few comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—Those government organisations don’t know the good you’re doing but Hal and I do. That’s why we’re helping you even if that means putting ourselves in danger. We want to help and be with you Clark.—
He tried to reassure him.
—And we’re not children, I’m literally turning nineteen in two days! I’m basically an adult right now.—
"You're still a child Barry." The empty glass Clark had in his hand shatters taking his attention away from Barry and the conversation they were having as he opened his hand. A couple shards of glass were stuck in his hand. "Shit."
—I am no-….—
Barry interrupts himself before glancing from Clark’s face to his hands where shards of glass stuck to. He kept quiet for a second before speeding over to where Clark kept the tissue and then running back. Holding it out for the older hero.
"Thanks." He takes the tissue from him and carefully plucks the shards in his hands free before carefully covering the open wounds.
Barry nods at the gratitude and then running all over Clark’s apartment till he had found the medkit, walking back over to him once he was done finishing plucking the shards off his hand.
—Can I? My mom taught me how to stitch wounds when I was little… after.. Nevermind.—
He’d let his facial expression fall for a second before shaking his head, his usual 'happy' look back.
—Just know that if you want to, I can help close some of the wounds on your hand.—
"I can do it but since I know it will bug you if you can't do it yourself ill let you do it." Clark responded letting Barry go about fixing his hand.
Barry looked at Clark, a judging yet playful expression on his face, when he made that comment. Even squinting his eyes for a few second before reaching out to hold Clark’s hand with one of his and his other hand would start to sew one of the wounds.
—Sooo.. want to talk about it?—
"Talk about what exactly. Depending on what you want to know you may not get an answer from me as it's a rather touchy subject."
He stopped for a second before continuing and then nodding.
—Got it! Want to talk about how.. much …progress I’ve made since I first joined you on this mission?—
He’d give Clark a toothy smile.
—Do you want me to use my super speed to speed up this process? I haven’t tried sewing stitches with speed though.. fair warning.—
Clark gave him a look. "Don't use the speed to do it faster, this requires delicacy and slowness. I mean would you like it if I did that if you needed that?"
Barry pouted, his bottom-lip quivering a little. He took a couple of breaths. Reminding himself that Clark wasn’t anything like his Father and that he probably just wanted Barry to be careful.
—N.. No. Sorry. I’ll do it slowly.—
Finishing the first one, tying it, before moving onto the next.
"Here let me see it Barry." Clark stuck his non injured hand out to let Barry choose to give the needle up. "I can show you a faster method that's more affective for small wounds like this."
Barry’s eyes widened a little. He looked between Clark’s open hand and his eyes, trying to read his expression once more.
' Did I do it wrong? Maybe I hurt him and he just didn’t tell me because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. '
His thoughts echoed in his head before he blinked a couple of times, hesitantly giving Clark the needle.
"Watch close okay? I'll have you practice this later so you know how to do it should I not be available to help." Clark walks Barry through the faster stitching making sure Barry could see how to do it. Once he finished he looks to Barry.
"I'm not upset with you Barry."
—Got it!—
He’d focus and try to learn/memorise the way Clark stitched his injured hand. Making mental notes on what to change in his method and how to combine both his Mother’s and Clark’s way of stitching, although he was pulled out of his thoughts when he looked at Clark.
—.. I… I didn’t- I never said that you were..—
He would reply quietly, wrecking himself internally for wearing his heart on his sleeve.
"You and Hal are easy for me to read, I know others may have a hard time reading the two of you but I don't. I suppose you could call it the dad sense I have." Clark replied before smiling softly.
Barry smiled back, thankful that Clark wasn’t angry at him. He’d never admit, unless provoked, but for the time he’s gotten to know Clark- He’s been more of a father to Barry than his birth dad ever was.
—O.. Oh. Sorry, I’m just- You shouldn’t be offering to comfort me, I’m here to… to be here for you. Not the other way around.—
"It's fine Barry, I don't mind comforting you when you're feeling off okay? I'm not going to get upset over you simply being human either." He smiled softly
—I know but I’m here for you Supes.—
Barry sighed, hanging his head low.
—.. I just wanted to return the favour… you deserve it.—
"I know you do but you don't have to okay?" With the non injured hand he pats Barry's shoulder gently. "You do alot more than you think you do for me okay?"
He looks up, smiling softly at Clark.
—No I don’t.. see- You’re the one who’s feeling down today and you’re comforting me..—
His eyes tear up for a second before he quickly wiped them away.
—You deserve a lot more than what I’ve been giving you.—
"Oh come here Barry." He offers him a hug. "Just because I'm upset doesn't mean we can't comfort each other. I mean you're doing it right now by being here with me."
Barry scoffs, in a light-hearted manner, though he still accepts the hug. Melting instantly.
—Mm.. thank you. I like your hugs.—
He mumbled the last bit.
—I am sorry that you’re feeling upset, I hope that.. whatever’s bothering you.. will let you move past it.—
It took the speedster a couple of seconds before he randomly added.
—…You’re a good person Clark.—
That last sentence caught him off guard, made him tighten his hold just a little bit more. As if he needed to hear those words. "You think so?" He asked quietly showing a vulnerable side of him no one alive really got to see.
His smile grew when he noticed Clark’s hold on him tighten just a little, reminding him of the hugs his Mother used to give him.
—I mean yeah.. you still help the world, even if the world is cruel to you and you tolerate me. Some people would say that trait already.. makes you a.. good person… but you are known to go beyond the expectations.—
He giggled a little before quietening for a moment.
—.. Why? You don’t think that you are?—
He pulls away from the hug, his face grim. "I... I have my reasons for thinking that." He sighed softly.
His pout returns when he’s finally able to read Clark’s expression, he hesitantly reaches his hand out to give the older some comforting pats and squeezes on his shoulder.
—I know you do.. and that’s valid. It’s your thoughts, I have no say in shaping what your opinions or thoughts are but.. I am here. I’m here to remind you, CONSTANTLY..—
He’d nudge the other’s shoulder lightly.
—.. That you are and will always be a good person to me, to Hal.—
"I don't think so. Not after what I caused." Clark responded with a sigh. "I really don't think that I should be held in such high regard."
He’d give Clark a couple more comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—That was.. That was in the past, Supes. You’re making up for whatever you did now. I can see it.—
Clark moves away from the table and to the doorway of the kitchen. "Come with me let me show you something."
Barry follows Clark.
—What’re you gonna show me?—
He's quiet for a long moment as he walked over to the usually locked door he had everyone avoid going into. Clark unlocks the door and opens it wide letting Barry look into it. Inside the room young children's toys could be seen, ones meant for a child no older than at least five were tucked away neatly in a toy box.
The room could be taken as a nursery of sorts, well the transition of a nursery to a proper bedroom for a young child. A couple of photos could be seen on the walls as well, in some the photos was a younger Clark and a young woman around his age who looked very pregnant, in others there was Clark with the same woman but with a baby in her arms, in the last two tucked away on a nearby table sat what looked to be the most recent photographs, the same woman with what looked to be a two year old.
"This is what I don't like to show. There's... Alot I haven't told you or Hal and this is it."
Barry’s eyes widened when he saw where Clark was leading him to, the room where the older had kept locked from other people for so long. He gasped a little, looking into the room and seeing how decorated it was. How a young child would definitely appreciate the room, he felt his own eyes tear a little when he noticed the pictures all over the room.
—Why.. Why are you showing me this? I.. I’m not forcing you to show me this, right?—
"No you're not forcing me to show this. This was the nursery I had made with my late wife for my late son. Today is the anniversary of their deaths, it's what is bothering me when you asked me what was wrong." Clark replied softly, almost depressed. "I wasn't there to keep them safe and it cost them their lives. I tried so fucking hard to keep them separated from everything I was doing and it just didn't work."
Barry felt his heart weigh heavier in his chest- He wasn’t able to stop himself, giving Clark a hug. A tight one, only pulling back after a minute.
—I.. I’m so sorry that happened Supes. Even though I’ve never met them, I can see from the pictures that you’ve given them a happy time when they were here with you. You love them and they know that.—
"I know that logically speaking but the guilt... It makes it so much worse. I can't even bring myself to get rid of anything that's in here..." Clark says, choking on his emotions as he spoke. It was very clear that Clark was very very close to simply breaking down and crying.
Barry huffed, placing his hand back on Clark’s shoulder to give him a squeeze.
—That’s very valid and you don’t have to get rid of it.. I think it’s nice to you kept it in here. It helps to… keep the memory of them alive.—
He then used his other hand to pull out a locket necklace, clicking it open to reveal a photo of him and his mother.
—It’s what helps to keep them close to our hearts.—
"You... God what did I ever do to deserve you Barry." Clark takes a deep breath to calm himself, to keep himself from crying as if he cried he knew that Barry would also start crying.
Barry huffs out a laugh, closing back the locket and tucking it into his shirt.
—The true question is.. what did I do to deserve to have met you and Hal.—
"The two of you have pulled me from a rather deep depression when I had finally given the two of you the time of day to actually let you get to know me. I mean it was only a matter of time before you found out about the room and tried to get in there." Clark replied with a sigh. "The two of you have kept me from doing very very stupid shit."
He’d smile a little, leaning a bit closer to Clark now. Feeling his sense of safety around the older get stronger, like he’s starting to trust him more and more.
—Well you keep us from doing stupid shit every day too, mainly Hal but you do that to me too.—
He’d joke.
—But I am happy that.. we did help you and we’ll continue to help you Clark. Always. We’re not going anywhere!—
"I know that you're not going anywhere unless you are forced to and or have a say in it." Clark replied with a smile hugging him gently
Barry scoffs, giggling as he let Clark hug him again.
—Pffft- Why would I ever willingly leave you. If I did, just know that I was brainwashed or that… that it’s my evil doppelgänger!—
"See exactly my point I know you well enough that you wouldn't leave unless there were other things at play and that... That does help alot." He says with a soft smile.
—Yeah, you do know me well enough!!!—
Barry smiled back, a soft one.
—Although…. it’s probably good that you didn’t know me when.. he was still around.—
"When who was around Barry." Clark asked his full attention now on him. He knew both Hal and Barry had their secrets when it came to their pasts just like Clark himself did so if Barry didn't want to talk about he wouldn't force him to.
Barry looked up, straightening his posture immediately before relaxing after a few seconds.
—.. My dad. You wouldn’t like him, he’s the exact and complete opposite of you.. which is a good thing! You wouldn’t want to be a man like he is..—
"I'm glad you think I wouldn't be like him." Clark replied with a small smile. "I try not to be mean unless the person absolutely deserves it. Or if you and Hal get hurt."
—See.. that's what I mean when you say you try to be a good person. You try your best.— Barry smiles, puffing out his chest like how Clark usually would when he would wear his super-suit. —I.. I am also glad that you're nowhere near like him..—
"I don't think I could physically be like him." Clark responded with a sigh
Barry squinted his eyes at Clark, though it was painfully obvious he was feeling a little playful.
—Only.. physically? What about verbally? You know verbal is still very much a thing considered!— He'd then ramble for a few more seconds, even sputtering with his speed ability, before stopping. —But on a serious note.. I know you could never be.. like him. You're too good.—
"I care far too much to ever be like that asshole of a man. If he wasn't already gone I would have killed him myself for what he did to you."
Barry’s eyes widened a little before letting out a quiet sigh.
—Yeah.. I still get nightmares sometimes about the way he would hit me. Or speak to me… but that part of my life is over, I’m here with you and Hal now. Doing good in the world!—
Clark pulls Barry into another hug. "I'm sorry you had to go through that and I would honestly hate myself if I ever hurt you or Hal."
Barry giggles when Clark pulls him into another hug, immediately wrapping his arms around the older. He never was one to feign away physical affection. —It's okay.. it wasn't your fault. Please don't apologise.— He spoke first before continuing after a beat.
—.. And you would never. We both know you wouldn't.—
"I know I wouldn't but there are creatures out there that know how to manipulate the mind into doing whatever they want regardless if we want to do it or not." Clark responded. "Which reminds me I need to teach the two of you how to safely put me out of commission."
Barry sighed. He knew Clark was right but he couldn’t see him as anything but the father-figure man he’s gotten to know.
—.. Alright, but if it gets to a point where I.. have to…—
His breathing shudders.
—I won’t be doing it.—
Barry gave the door a couple of knocks before just waiting for it to be open, wanting to let Clark be able to take his time. He was definitely worried for him, especially after that message he had sent in the group-chat they shared with Hal. - @absolutely-barry
Clark opens the door and smiled softly. If Barry looked hard enough he could tell that Clark had been crying earlier, as to how long before he had arrived was hard to tell. "Hi Barry." He let's the younger male into the apartment.
Barry smiles, brightly, back at Clark. Although his smile dimmed a little when he notice the slight redness in his eyes, he decided not to question him further because he wasn’t here to get answers or find out why the older was crying but rather he was just here to be.. here for him.
—Hi Supes! I brought some comfort food for you.—
He lifts up a plastic bag to show that he had stopped to get some takeout at one of Clark’s favourite places to eat before he walked into the apartment.
"Oh thank you Barry but you didn't have to bring food but I appreciate it regardless." He smiled softly and closed the door to the place. The apartment was alot cleaner than it usually was though that was more or less due to the fact that Hal was usually over before Barry was
He'd place the takeout on the table, shaking his head with a soft laugh. —Of course!!! It's no problem Supes. I figured you might've need the sustenance.— Barry then looked up at him before, hesitantly, opening up his arms to offer him a hug if he needed or wanted it.
"I'm okay. I don't need a hug." Clark responded with a faint smile before moving to the kitchen. "I appreciate the thought though."
He finds himself pouting a little at the pass on his offer but he doesn't push it, lowering his arms while following Clark to the kitchen. —Hmmm, okay then! If you need one just let me know. I'll come running to you.— He smiled, hoping his lame joke would make the other laugh a little. —.. Uh.. Uhm, how are yo- Are you oka- Mmm... I'm here for you, Supes, you know that right?—
"Yes I know you are here for me. It's just... A difficult time for me at the moment and I don't really feel up to speaking on it." Clark responded with a smile.
Barry nodded, giving Clark a small smile. —You don't have to talk about it. I am sorry that you're going through this, I wish there was a way I could... take your pain away and just let me be the one to deal with it.— He'd lean against one of the kitchen counters as he spoke. —Because you don't deserve to be hurting.—
Clark grabs two glasses. "What kind of drink do you want?" He asked somewhat avoiding what Barry had spoken about.
He nodded slightly, understanding what Clark was trying to non-verbally tell him. Barry then glanced at the empty glasses. Trying to think of what to drink.
—Mmmmm.. do you have chocolate milk or cherry cola?—
"I have the cherry cola." He replied grabbing a can of it from the fridge. "Do you want ice to go with it or do you want it as is?" He asked as he opened up the can
Barry looked at Clark a little bit more, trying to read his expression before answering.
—Yes, please.—
He then got a glance at the takeout food sitting on the dining table.
—Do you want me to start unpacking the food?—
"If you don't mind that would be nice." Clark puts ice into the cup meant for Barry before adding in the soda into the same cup. "If you don't mind me asking why did you show up? I'm not Hal."
He walks over to the dining table to open the bag and pull out the tupperware to place on the table, though Clark’s question made his heart shatter a little.
—Because I care about you, Supes.—
He’d offer him a small yet sad smile.
—I care about you as much as I care about Hal. Yo.. You saved me. You had no reason to but you still did it.—
Barry, once finished unpacking the food, took a moment to continue speaking.
—…. So, I’m just following the example you gave me.—
Clark sighed softly. "It does make me wonder why you even bothered to stay in contact with me considering I am wanted by several government organizations. Which puts you in even more danger. Both you and Hal are children, you have so much more going for you than I do so why bother when being here could kill you."
The way he spoke it felt as though Clark wasn't necessarily speaking solely about Hal and Barry put perhaps others.
Barry huffed, reaching to place a hand on Clark’s shoulder to give him a few comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—Those government organisations don’t know the good you’re doing but Hal and I do. That’s why we’re helping you even if that means putting ourselves in danger. We want to help and be with you Clark.—
He tried to reassure him.
—And we’re not children, I’m literally turning nineteen in two days! I’m basically an adult right now.—
"You're still a child Barry." The empty glass Clark had in his hand shatters taking his attention away from Barry and the conversation they were having as he opened his hand. A couple shards of glass were stuck in his hand. "Shit."
—I am no-….—
Barry interrupts himself before glancing from Clark’s face to his hands where shards of glass stuck to. He kept quiet for a second before speeding over to where Clark kept the tissue and then running back. Holding it out for the older hero.
"Thanks." He takes the tissue from him and carefully plucks the shards in his hands free before carefully covering the open wounds.
Barry nods at the gratitude and then running all over Clark’s apartment till he had found the medkit, walking back over to him once he was done finishing plucking the shards off his hand.
—Can I? My mom taught me how to stitch wounds when I was little… after.. Nevermind.—
He’d let his facial expression fall for a second before shaking his head, his usual 'happy' look back.
—Just know that if you want to, I can help close some of the wounds on your hand.—
"I can do it but since I know it will bug you if you can't do it yourself ill let you do it." Clark responded letting Barry go about fixing his hand.
Barry looked at Clark, a judging yet playful expression on his face, when he made that comment. Even squinting his eyes for a few second before reaching out to hold Clark’s hand with one of his and his other hand would start to sew one of the wounds.
—Sooo.. want to talk about it?—
"Talk about what exactly. Depending on what you want to know you may not get an answer from me as it's a rather touchy subject."
He stopped for a second before continuing and then nodding.
—Got it! Want to talk about how.. much …progress I’ve made since I first joined you on this mission?—
He’d give Clark a toothy smile.
—Do you want me to use my super speed to speed up this process? I haven’t tried sewing stitches with speed though.. fair warning.—
Clark gave him a look. "Don't use the speed to do it faster, this requires delicacy and slowness. I mean would you like it if I did that if you needed that?"
Barry pouted, his bottom-lip quivering a little. He took a couple of breaths. Reminding himself that Clark wasn’t anything like his Father and that he probably just wanted Barry to be careful.
—N.. No. Sorry. I’ll do it slowly.—
Finishing the first one, tying it, before moving onto the next.
"Here let me see it Barry." Clark stuck his non injured hand out to let Barry choose to give the needle up. "I can show you a faster method that's more affective for small wounds like this."
Barry’s eyes widened a little. He looked between Clark’s open hand and his eyes, trying to read his expression once more.
' Did I do it wrong? Maybe I hurt him and he just didn’t tell me because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. '
His thoughts echoed in his head before he blinked a couple of times, hesitantly giving Clark the needle.
"Watch close okay? I'll have you practice this later so you know how to do it should I not be available to help." Clark walks Barry through the faster stitching making sure Barry could see how to do it. Once he finished he looks to Barry.
"I'm not upset with you Barry."
—Got it!—
He’d focus and try to learn/memorise the way Clark stitched his injured hand. Making mental notes on what to change in his method and how to combine both his Mother’s and Clark’s way of stitching, although he was pulled out of his thoughts when he looked at Clark.
—.. I… I didn’t- I never said that you were..—
He would reply quietly, wrecking himself internally for wearing his heart on his sleeve.
"You and Hal are easy for me to read, I know others may have a hard time reading the two of you but I don't. I suppose you could call it the dad sense I have." Clark replied before smiling softly.
Barry smiled back, thankful that Clark wasn’t angry at him. He’d never admit, unless provoked, but for the time he’s gotten to know Clark- He’s been more of a father to Barry than his birth dad ever was.
—O.. Oh. Sorry, I’m just- You shouldn’t be offering to comfort me, I’m here to… to be here for you. Not the other way around.—
"It's fine Barry, I don't mind comforting you when you're feeling off okay? I'm not going to get upset over you simply being human either." He smiled softly
—I know but I’m here for you Supes.—
Barry sighed, hanging his head low.
—.. I just wanted to return the favour… you deserve it.—
"I know you do but you don't have to okay?" With the non injured hand he pats Barry's shoulder gently. "You do alot more than you think you do for me okay?"
He looks up, smiling softly at Clark.
—No I don’t.. see- You’re the one who’s feeling down today and you’re comforting me..—
His eyes tear up for a second before he quickly wiped them away.
—You deserve a lot more than what I’ve been giving you.—
"Oh come here Barry." He offers him a hug. "Just because I'm upset doesn't mean we can't comfort each other. I mean you're doing it right now by being here with me."
Barry scoffs, in a light-hearted manner, though he still accepts the hug. Melting instantly.
—Mm.. thank you. I like your hugs.—
He mumbled the last bit.
—I am sorry that you’re feeling upset, I hope that.. whatever’s bothering you.. will let you move past it.—
It took the speedster a couple of seconds before he randomly added.
—…You’re a good person Clark.—
That last sentence caught him off guard, made him tighten his hold just a little bit more. As if he needed to hear those words. "You think so?" He asked quietly showing a vulnerable side of him no one alive really got to see.
His smile grew when he noticed Clark’s hold on him tighten just a little, reminding him of the hugs his Mother used to give him.
—I mean yeah.. you still help the world, even if the world is cruel to you and you tolerate me. Some people would say that trait already.. makes you a.. good person… but you are known to go beyond the expectations.—
He giggled a little before quietening for a moment.
—.. Why? You don’t think that you are?—
He pulls away from the hug, his face grim. "I... I have my reasons for thinking that." He sighed softly.
His pout returns when he’s finally able to read Clark’s expression, he hesitantly reaches his hand out to give the older some comforting pats and squeezes on his shoulder.
—I know you do.. and that’s valid. It’s your thoughts, I have no say in shaping what your opinions or thoughts are but.. I am here. I’m here to remind you, CONSTANTLY..—
He’d nudge the other’s shoulder lightly.
—.. That you are and will always be a good person to me, to Hal.—
"I don't think so. Not after what I caused." Clark responded with a sigh. "I really don't think that I should be held in such high regard."
He’d give Clark a couple more comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—That was.. That was in the past, Supes. You’re making up for whatever you did now. I can see it.—
Clark moves away from the table and to the doorway of the kitchen. "Come with me let me show you something."
Barry follows Clark.
—What’re you gonna show me?—
He's quiet for a long moment as he walked over to the usually locked door he had everyone avoid going into. Clark unlocks the door and opens it wide letting Barry look into it. Inside the room young children's toys could be seen, ones meant for a child no older than at least five were tucked away neatly in a toy box.
The room could be taken as a nursery of sorts, well the transition of a nursery to a proper bedroom for a young child. A couple of photos could be seen on the walls as well, in some the photos was a younger Clark and a young woman around his age who looked very pregnant, in others there was Clark with the same woman but with a baby in her arms, in the last two tucked away on a nearby table sat what looked to be the most recent photographs, the same woman with what looked to be a two year old.
"This is what I don't like to show. There's... Alot I haven't told you or Hal and this is it."
Barry’s eyes widened when he saw where Clark was leading him to, the room where the older had kept locked from other people for so long. He gasped a little, looking into the room and seeing how decorated it was. How a young child would definitely appreciate the room, he felt his own eyes tear a little when he noticed the pictures all over the room.
—Why.. Why are you showing me this? I.. I’m not forcing you to show me this, right?—
"No you're not forcing me to show this. This was the nursery I had made with my late wife for my late son. Today is the anniversary of their deaths, it's what is bothering me when you asked me what was wrong." Clark replied softly, almost depressed. "I wasn't there to keep them safe and it cost them their lives. I tried so fucking hard to keep them separated from everything I was doing and it just didn't work."
Barry felt his heart weigh heavier in his chest- He wasn’t able to stop himself, giving Clark a hug. A tight one, only pulling back after a minute.
—I.. I’m so sorry that happened Supes. Even though I’ve never met them, I can see from the pictures that you’ve given them a happy time when they were here with you. You love them and they know that.—
"I know that logically speaking but the guilt... It makes it so much worse. I can't even bring myself to get rid of anything that's in here..." Clark says, choking on his emotions as he spoke. It was very clear that Clark was very very close to simply breaking down and crying.
Barry huffed, placing his hand back on Clark’s shoulder to give him a squeeze.
—That’s very valid and you don’t have to get rid of it.. I think it’s nice to you kept it in here. It helps to… keep the memory of them alive.—
He then used his other hand to pull out a locket necklace, clicking it open to reveal a photo of him and his mother.
—It’s what helps to keep them close to our hearts.—
"You... God what did I ever do to deserve you Barry." Clark takes a deep breath to calm himself, to keep himself from crying as if he cried he knew that Barry would also start crying.
Barry huffs out a laugh, closing back the locket and tucking it into his shirt.
—The true question is.. what did I do to deserve to have met you and Hal.—
"The two of you have pulled me from a rather deep depression when I had finally given the two of you the time of day to actually let you get to know me. I mean it was only a matter of time before you found out about the room and tried to get in there." Clark replied with a sigh. "The two of you have kept me from doing very very stupid shit."
He’d smile a little, leaning a bit closer to Clark now. Feeling his sense of safety around the older get stronger, like he’s starting to trust him more and more.
—Well you keep us from doing stupid shit every day too, mainly Hal but you do that to me too.—
He’d joke.
—But I am happy that.. we did help you and we’ll continue to help you Clark. Always. We’re not going anywhere!—
"I know that you're not going anywhere unless you are forced to and or have a say in it." Clark replied with a smile hugging him gently
Barry scoffs, giggling as he let Clark hug him again.
—Pffft- Why would I ever willingly leave you. If I did, just know that I was brainwashed or that… that it’s my evil doppelgänger!—
"See exactly my point I know you well enough that you wouldn't leave unless there were other things at play and that... That does help alot." He says with a soft smile.
—Yeah, you do know me well enough!!!—
Barry smiled back, a soft one.
—Although…. it’s probably good that you didn’t know me when.. he was still around.—
"When who was around Barry." Clark asked his full attention now on him. He knew both Hal and Barry had their secrets when it came to their pasts just like Clark himself did so if Barry didn't want to talk about he wouldn't force him to.
Barry looked up, straightening his posture immediately before relaxing after a few seconds.
—.. My dad. You wouldn’t like him, he’s the exact and complete opposite of you.. which is a good thing! You wouldn’t want to be a man like he is..—
"I'm glad you think I wouldn't be like him." Clark replied with a small smile. "I try not to be mean unless the person absolutely deserves it. Or if you and Hal get hurt."
—See.. that's what I mean when you say you try to be a good person. You try your best.— Barry smiles, puffing out his chest like how Clark usually would when he would wear his super-suit. —I.. I am also glad that you're nowhere near like him..—
"I don't think I could physically be like him." Clark responded with a sigh
Barry squinted his eyes at Clark, though it was painfully obvious he was feeling a little playful.
—Only.. physically? What about verbally? You know verbal is still very much a thing considered!— He'd then ramble for a few more seconds, even sputtering with his speed ability, before stopping. —But on a serious note.. I know you could never be.. like him. You're too good.—
"I care far too much to ever be like that asshole of a man. If he wasn't already gone I would have killed him myself for what he did to you."
Barry’s eyes widened a little before letting out a quiet sigh.
—Yeah.. I still get nightmares sometimes about the way he would hit me. Or speak to me… but that part of my life is over, I’m here with you and Hal now. Doing good in the world!—
Clark pulls Barry into another hug. "I'm sorry you had to go through that and I would honestly hate myself if I ever hurt you or Hal."
Barry giggles when Clark pulls him into another hug, immediately wrapping his arms around the older. He never was one to feign away physical affection. —It's okay.. it wasn't your fault. Please don't apologise.— He spoke first before continuing after a beat.
—.. And you would never. We both know you wouldn't.—
Barry gave the door a couple of knocks before just waiting for it to be open, wanting to let Clark be able to take his time. He was definitely worried for him, especially after that message he had sent in the group-chat they shared with Hal. - @absolutely-barry
Clark opens the door and smiled softly. If Barry looked hard enough he could tell that Clark had been crying earlier, as to how long before he had arrived was hard to tell. "Hi Barry." He let's the younger male into the apartment.
Barry smiles, brightly, back at Clark. Although his smile dimmed a little when he notice the slight redness in his eyes, he decided not to question him further because he wasn’t here to get answers or find out why the older was crying but rather he was just here to be.. here for him.
—Hi Supes! I brought some comfort food for you.—
He lifts up a plastic bag to show that he had stopped to get some takeout at one of Clark’s favourite places to eat before he walked into the apartment.
"Oh thank you Barry but you didn't have to bring food but I appreciate it regardless." He smiled softly and closed the door to the place. The apartment was alot cleaner than it usually was though that was more or less due to the fact that Hal was usually over before Barry was
He'd place the takeout on the table, shaking his head with a soft laugh. —Of course!!! It's no problem Supes. I figured you might've need the sustenance.— Barry then looked up at him before, hesitantly, opening up his arms to offer him a hug if he needed or wanted it.
"I'm okay. I don't need a hug." Clark responded with a faint smile before moving to the kitchen. "I appreciate the thought though."
He finds himself pouting a little at the pass on his offer but he doesn't push it, lowering his arms while following Clark to the kitchen. —Hmmm, okay then! If you need one just let me know. I'll come running to you.— He smiled, hoping his lame joke would make the other laugh a little. —.. Uh.. Uhm, how are yo- Are you oka- Mmm... I'm here for you, Supes, you know that right?—
"Yes I know you are here for me. It's just... A difficult time for me at the moment and I don't really feel up to speaking on it." Clark responded with a smile.
Barry nodded, giving Clark a small smile. —You don't have to talk about it. I am sorry that you're going through this, I wish there was a way I could... take your pain away and just let me be the one to deal with it.— He'd lean against one of the kitchen counters as he spoke. —Because you don't deserve to be hurting.—
Clark grabs two glasses. "What kind of drink do you want?" He asked somewhat avoiding what Barry had spoken about.
He nodded slightly, understanding what Clark was trying to non-verbally tell him. Barry then glanced at the empty glasses. Trying to think of what to drink.
—Mmmmm.. do you have chocolate milk or cherry cola?—
"I have the cherry cola." He replied grabbing a can of it from the fridge. "Do you want ice to go with it or do you want it as is?" He asked as he opened up the can
Barry looked at Clark a little bit more, trying to read his expression before answering.
—Yes, please.—
He then got a glance at the takeout food sitting on the dining table.
—Do you want me to start unpacking the food?—
"If you don't mind that would be nice." Clark puts ice into the cup meant for Barry before adding in the soda into the same cup. "If you don't mind me asking why did you show up? I'm not Hal."
He walks over to the dining table to open the bag and pull out the tupperware to place on the table, though Clark’s question made his heart shatter a little.
—Because I care about you, Supes.—
He’d offer him a small yet sad smile.
—I care about you as much as I care about Hal. Yo.. You saved me. You had no reason to but you still did it.—
Barry, once finished unpacking the food, took a moment to continue speaking.
—…. So, I’m just following the example you gave me.—
Clark sighed softly. "It does make me wonder why you even bothered to stay in contact with me considering I am wanted by several government organizations. Which puts you in even more danger. Both you and Hal are children, you have so much more going for you than I do so why bother when being here could kill you."
The way he spoke it felt as though Clark wasn't necessarily speaking solely about Hal and Barry put perhaps others.
Barry huffed, reaching to place a hand on Clark’s shoulder to give him a few comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—Those government organisations don’t know the good you’re doing but Hal and I do. That’s why we’re helping you even if that means putting ourselves in danger. We want to help and be with you Clark.—
He tried to reassure him.
—And we’re not children, I’m literally turning nineteen in two days! I’m basically an adult right now.—
"You're still a child Barry." The empty glass Clark had in his hand shatters taking his attention away from Barry and the conversation they were having as he opened his hand. A couple shards of glass were stuck in his hand. "Shit."
—I am no-….—
Barry interrupts himself before glancing from Clark’s face to his hands where shards of glass stuck to. He kept quiet for a second before speeding over to where Clark kept the tissue and then running back. Holding it out for the older hero.
"Thanks." He takes the tissue from him and carefully plucks the shards in his hands free before carefully covering the open wounds.
Barry nods at the gratitude and then running all over Clark’s apartment till he had found the medkit, walking back over to him once he was done finishing plucking the shards off his hand.
—Can I? My mom taught me how to stitch wounds when I was little… after.. Nevermind.—
He’d let his facial expression fall for a second before shaking his head, his usual 'happy' look back.
—Just know that if you want to, I can help close some of the wounds on your hand.—
"I can do it but since I know it will bug you if you can't do it yourself ill let you do it." Clark responded letting Barry go about fixing his hand.
Barry looked at Clark, a judging yet playful expression on his face, when he made that comment. Even squinting his eyes for a few second before reaching out to hold Clark’s hand with one of his and his other hand would start to sew one of the wounds.
—Sooo.. want to talk about it?—
"Talk about what exactly. Depending on what you want to know you may not get an answer from me as it's a rather touchy subject."
He stopped for a second before continuing and then nodding.
—Got it! Want to talk about how.. much …progress I’ve made since I first joined you on this mission?—
He’d give Clark a toothy smile.
—Do you want me to use my super speed to speed up this process? I haven’t tried sewing stitches with speed though.. fair warning.—
Clark gave him a look. "Don't use the speed to do it faster, this requires delicacy and slowness. I mean would you like it if I did that if you needed that?"
Barry pouted, his bottom-lip quivering a little. He took a couple of breaths. Reminding himself that Clark wasn’t anything like his Father and that he probably just wanted Barry to be careful.
—N.. No. Sorry. I’ll do it slowly.—
Finishing the first one, tying it, before moving onto the next.
"Here let me see it Barry." Clark stuck his non injured hand out to let Barry choose to give the needle up. "I can show you a faster method that's more affective for small wounds like this."
Barry’s eyes widened a little. He looked between Clark’s open hand and his eyes, trying to read his expression once more.
' Did I do it wrong? Maybe I hurt him and he just didn’t tell me because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. '
His thoughts echoed in his head before he blinked a couple of times, hesitantly giving Clark the needle.
"Watch close okay? I'll have you practice this later so you know how to do it should I not be available to help." Clark walks Barry through the faster stitching making sure Barry could see how to do it. Once he finished he looks to Barry.
"I'm not upset with you Barry."
—Got it!—
He’d focus and try to learn/memorise the way Clark stitched his injured hand. Making mental notes on what to change in his method and how to combine both his Mother’s and Clark’s way of stitching, although he was pulled out of his thoughts when he looked at Clark.
—.. I… I didn’t- I never said that you were..—
He would reply quietly, wrecking himself internally for wearing his heart on his sleeve.
"You and Hal are easy for me to read, I know others may have a hard time reading the two of you but I don't. I suppose you could call it the dad sense I have." Clark replied before smiling softly.
Barry smiled back, thankful that Clark wasn’t angry at him. He’d never admit, unless provoked, but for the time he’s gotten to know Clark- He’s been more of a father to Barry than his birth dad ever was.
—O.. Oh. Sorry, I’m just- You shouldn’t be offering to comfort me, I’m here to… to be here for you. Not the other way around.—
"It's fine Barry, I don't mind comforting you when you're feeling off okay? I'm not going to get upset over you simply being human either." He smiled softly
—I know but I’m here for you Supes.—
Barry sighed, hanging his head low.
—.. I just wanted to return the favour… you deserve it.—
"I know you do but you don't have to okay?" With the non injured hand he pats Barry's shoulder gently. "You do alot more than you think you do for me okay?"
He looks up, smiling softly at Clark.
—No I don’t.. see- You’re the one who’s feeling down today and you’re comforting me..—
His eyes tear up for a second before he quickly wiped them away.
—You deserve a lot more than what I’ve been giving you.—
"Oh come here Barry." He offers him a hug. "Just because I'm upset doesn't mean we can't comfort each other. I mean you're doing it right now by being here with me."
Barry scoffs, in a light-hearted manner, though he still accepts the hug. Melting instantly.
—Mm.. thank you. I like your hugs.—
He mumbled the last bit.
—I am sorry that you’re feeling upset, I hope that.. whatever’s bothering you.. will let you move past it.—
It took the speedster a couple of seconds before he randomly added.
—…You’re a good person Clark.—
That last sentence caught him off guard, made him tighten his hold just a little bit more. As if he needed to hear those words. "You think so?" He asked quietly showing a vulnerable side of him no one alive really got to see.
His smile grew when he noticed Clark’s hold on him tighten just a little, reminding him of the hugs his Mother used to give him.
—I mean yeah.. you still help the world, even if the world is cruel to you and you tolerate me. Some people would say that trait already.. makes you a.. good person… but you are known to go beyond the expectations.—
He giggled a little before quietening for a moment.
—.. Why? You don’t think that you are?—
He pulls away from the hug, his face grim. "I... I have my reasons for thinking that." He sighed softly.
His pout returns when he’s finally able to read Clark’s expression, he hesitantly reaches his hand out to give the older some comforting pats and squeezes on his shoulder.
—I know you do.. and that’s valid. It’s your thoughts, I have no say in shaping what your opinions or thoughts are but.. I am here. I’m here to remind you, CONSTANTLY..—
He’d nudge the other’s shoulder lightly.
—.. That you are and will always be a good person to me, to Hal.—
"I don't think so. Not after what I caused." Clark responded with a sigh. "I really don't think that I should be held in such high regard."
He’d give Clark a couple more comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—That was.. That was in the past, Supes. You’re making up for whatever you did now. I can see it.—
Clark moves away from the table and to the doorway of the kitchen. "Come with me let me show you something."
Barry follows Clark.
—What’re you gonna show me?—
He's quiet for a long moment as he walked over to the usually locked door he had everyone avoid going into. Clark unlocks the door and opens it wide letting Barry look into it. Inside the room young children's toys could be seen, ones meant for a child no older than at least five were tucked away neatly in a toy box.
The room could be taken as a nursery of sorts, well the transition of a nursery to a proper bedroom for a young child. A couple of photos could be seen on the walls as well, in some the photos was a younger Clark and a young woman around his age who looked very pregnant, in others there was Clark with the same woman but with a baby in her arms, in the last two tucked away on a nearby table sat what looked to be the most recent photographs, the same woman with what looked to be a two year old.
"This is what I don't like to show. There's... Alot I haven't told you or Hal and this is it."
Barry’s eyes widened when he saw where Clark was leading him to, the room where the older had kept locked from other people for so long. He gasped a little, looking into the room and seeing how decorated it was. How a young child would definitely appreciate the room, he felt his own eyes tear a little when he noticed the pictures all over the room.
—Why.. Why are you showing me this? I.. I’m not forcing you to show me this, right?—
"No you're not forcing me to show this. This was the nursery I had made with my late wife for my late son. Today is the anniversary of their deaths, it's what is bothering me when you asked me what was wrong." Clark replied softly, almost depressed. "I wasn't there to keep them safe and it cost them their lives. I tried so fucking hard to keep them separated from everything I was doing and it just didn't work."
Barry felt his heart weigh heavier in his chest- He wasn’t able to stop himself, giving Clark a hug. A tight one, only pulling back after a minute.
—I.. I’m so sorry that happened Supes. Even though I’ve never met them, I can see from the pictures that you’ve given them a happy time when they were here with you. You love them and they know that.—
"I know that logically speaking but the guilt... It makes it so much worse. I can't even bring myself to get rid of anything that's in here..." Clark says, choking on his emotions as he spoke. It was very clear that Clark was very very close to simply breaking down and crying.
Barry huffed, placing his hand back on Clark’s shoulder to give him a squeeze.
—That’s very valid and you don’t have to get rid of it.. I think it’s nice to you kept it in here. It helps to… keep the memory of them alive.—
He then used his other hand to pull out a locket necklace, clicking it open to reveal a photo of him and his mother.
—It’s what helps to keep them close to our hearts.—
"You... God what did I ever do to deserve you Barry." Clark takes a deep breath to calm himself, to keep himself from crying as if he cried he knew that Barry would also start crying.
Barry huffs out a laugh, closing back the locket and tucking it into his shirt.
—The true question is.. what did I do to deserve to have met you and Hal.—
"The two of you have pulled me from a rather deep depression when I had finally given the two of you the time of day to actually let you get to know me. I mean it was only a matter of time before you found out about the room and tried to get in there." Clark replied with a sigh. "The two of you have kept me from doing very very stupid shit."
He’d smile a little, leaning a bit closer to Clark now. Feeling his sense of safety around the older get stronger, like he’s starting to trust him more and more.
—Well you keep us from doing stupid shit every day too, mainly Hal but you do that to me too.—
He’d joke.
—But I am happy that.. we did help you and we’ll continue to help you Clark. Always. We’re not going anywhere!—
"I know that you're not going anywhere unless you are forced to and or have a say in it." Clark replied with a smile hugging him gently
Barry scoffs, giggling as he let Clark hug him again.
—Pffft- Why would I ever willingly leave you. If I did, just know that I was brainwashed or that… that it’s my evil doppelgänger!—
"See exactly my point I know you well enough that you wouldn't leave unless there were other things at play and that... That does help alot." He says with a soft smile.
—Yeah, you do know me well enough!!!—
Barry smiled back, a soft one.
—Although…. it’s probably good that you didn’t know me when.. he was still around.—
"When who was around Barry." Clark asked his full attention now on him. He knew both Hal and Barry had their secrets when it came to their pasts just like Clark himself did so if Barry didn't want to talk about he wouldn't force him to.
Barry looked up, straightening his posture immediately before relaxing after a few seconds.
—.. My dad. You wouldn’t like him, he’s the exact and complete opposite of you.. which is a good thing! You wouldn’t want to be a man like he is..—
"I'm glad you think I wouldn't be like him." Clark replied with a small smile. "I try not to be mean unless the person absolutely deserves it. Or if you and Hal get hurt."
—See.. that's what I mean when you say you try to be a good person. You try your best.— Barry smiles, puffing out his chest like how Clark usually would when he would wear his super-suit. —I.. I am also glad that you're nowhere near like him..—
"I don't think I could physically be like him." Clark responded with a sigh
Barry squinted his eyes at Clark, though it was painfully obvious he was feeling a little playful.
—Only.. physically? What about verbally? You know verbal is still very much a thing considered!— He'd then ramble for a few more seconds, even sputtering with his speed ability, before stopping. —But on a serious note.. I know you could never be.. like him. You're too good.—
"I care far too much to ever be like that asshole of a man. If he wasn't already gone I would have killed him myself for what he did to you."
Barry’s eyes widened a little before letting out a quiet sigh.
—Yeah.. I still get nightmares sometimes about the way he would hit me. Or speak to me… but that part of my life is over, I’m here with you and Hal now. Doing good in the world!—
Barry gave the door a couple of knocks before just waiting for it to be open, wanting to let Clark be able to take his time. He was definitely worried for him, especially after that message he had sent in the group-chat they shared with Hal. - @absolutely-barry
Clark opens the door and smiled softly. If Barry looked hard enough he could tell that Clark had been crying earlier, as to how long before he had arrived was hard to tell. "Hi Barry." He let's the younger male into the apartment.
Barry smiles, brightly, back at Clark. Although his smile dimmed a little when he notice the slight redness in his eyes, he decided not to question him further because he wasn’t here to get answers or find out why the older was crying but rather he was just here to be.. here for him.
—Hi Supes! I brought some comfort food for you.—
He lifts up a plastic bag to show that he had stopped to get some takeout at one of Clark’s favourite places to eat before he walked into the apartment.
"Oh thank you Barry but you didn't have to bring food but I appreciate it regardless." He smiled softly and closed the door to the place. The apartment was alot cleaner than it usually was though that was more or less due to the fact that Hal was usually over before Barry was
He'd place the takeout on the table, shaking his head with a soft laugh. —Of course!!! It's no problem Supes. I figured you might've need the sustenance.— Barry then looked up at him before, hesitantly, opening up his arms to offer him a hug if he needed or wanted it.
"I'm okay. I don't need a hug." Clark responded with a faint smile before moving to the kitchen. "I appreciate the thought though."
He finds himself pouting a little at the pass on his offer but he doesn't push it, lowering his arms while following Clark to the kitchen. —Hmmm, okay then! If you need one just let me know. I'll come running to you.— He smiled, hoping his lame joke would make the other laugh a little. —.. Uh.. Uhm, how are yo- Are you oka- Mmm... I'm here for you, Supes, you know that right?—
"Yes I know you are here for me. It's just... A difficult time for me at the moment and I don't really feel up to speaking on it." Clark responded with a smile.
Barry nodded, giving Clark a small smile. —You don't have to talk about it. I am sorry that you're going through this, I wish there was a way I could... take your pain away and just let me be the one to deal with it.— He'd lean against one of the kitchen counters as he spoke. —Because you don't deserve to be hurting.—
Clark grabs two glasses. "What kind of drink do you want?" He asked somewhat avoiding what Barry had spoken about.
He nodded slightly, understanding what Clark was trying to non-verbally tell him. Barry then glanced at the empty glasses. Trying to think of what to drink.
—Mmmmm.. do you have chocolate milk or cherry cola?—
"I have the cherry cola." He replied grabbing a can of it from the fridge. "Do you want ice to go with it or do you want it as is?" He asked as he opened up the can
Barry looked at Clark a little bit more, trying to read his expression before answering.
—Yes, please.—
He then got a glance at the takeout food sitting on the dining table.
—Do you want me to start unpacking the food?—
"If you don't mind that would be nice." Clark puts ice into the cup meant for Barry before adding in the soda into the same cup. "If you don't mind me asking why did you show up? I'm not Hal."
He walks over to the dining table to open the bag and pull out the tupperware to place on the table, though Clark’s question made his heart shatter a little.
—Because I care about you, Supes.—
He’d offer him a small yet sad smile.
—I care about you as much as I care about Hal. Yo.. You saved me. You had no reason to but you still did it.—
Barry, once finished unpacking the food, took a moment to continue speaking.
—…. So, I’m just following the example you gave me.—
Clark sighed softly. "It does make me wonder why you even bothered to stay in contact with me considering I am wanted by several government organizations. Which puts you in even more danger. Both you and Hal are children, you have so much more going for you than I do so why bother when being here could kill you."
The way he spoke it felt as though Clark wasn't necessarily speaking solely about Hal and Barry put perhaps others.
Barry huffed, reaching to place a hand on Clark’s shoulder to give him a few comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—Those government organisations don’t know the good you’re doing but Hal and I do. That’s why we’re helping you even if that means putting ourselves in danger. We want to help and be with you Clark.—
He tried to reassure him.
—And we’re not children, I’m literally turning nineteen in two days! I’m basically an adult right now.—
"You're still a child Barry." The empty glass Clark had in his hand shatters taking his attention away from Barry and the conversation they were having as he opened his hand. A couple shards of glass were stuck in his hand. "Shit."
—I am no-….—
Barry interrupts himself before glancing from Clark’s face to his hands where shards of glass stuck to. He kept quiet for a second before speeding over to where Clark kept the tissue and then running back. Holding it out for the older hero.
"Thanks." He takes the tissue from him and carefully plucks the shards in his hands free before carefully covering the open wounds.
Barry nods at the gratitude and then running all over Clark’s apartment till he had found the medkit, walking back over to him once he was done finishing plucking the shards off his hand.
—Can I? My mom taught me how to stitch wounds when I was little… after.. Nevermind.—
He’d let his facial expression fall for a second before shaking his head, his usual 'happy' look back.
—Just know that if you want to, I can help close some of the wounds on your hand.—
"I can do it but since I know it will bug you if you can't do it yourself ill let you do it." Clark responded letting Barry go about fixing his hand.
Barry looked at Clark, a judging yet playful expression on his face, when he made that comment. Even squinting his eyes for a few second before reaching out to hold Clark’s hand with one of his and his other hand would start to sew one of the wounds.
—Sooo.. want to talk about it?—
"Talk about what exactly. Depending on what you want to know you may not get an answer from me as it's a rather touchy subject."
He stopped for a second before continuing and then nodding.
—Got it! Want to talk about how.. much …progress I’ve made since I first joined you on this mission?—
He’d give Clark a toothy smile.
—Do you want me to use my super speed to speed up this process? I haven’t tried sewing stitches with speed though.. fair warning.—
Clark gave him a look. "Don't use the speed to do it faster, this requires delicacy and slowness. I mean would you like it if I did that if you needed that?"
Barry pouted, his bottom-lip quivering a little. He took a couple of breaths. Reminding himself that Clark wasn’t anything like his Father and that he probably just wanted Barry to be careful.
—N.. No. Sorry. I’ll do it slowly.—
Finishing the first one, tying it, before moving onto the next.
"Here let me see it Barry." Clark stuck his non injured hand out to let Barry choose to give the needle up. "I can show you a faster method that's more affective for small wounds like this."
Barry’s eyes widened a little. He looked between Clark’s open hand and his eyes, trying to read his expression once more.
' Did I do it wrong? Maybe I hurt him and he just didn’t tell me because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. '
His thoughts echoed in his head before he blinked a couple of times, hesitantly giving Clark the needle.
"Watch close okay? I'll have you practice this later so you know how to do it should I not be available to help." Clark walks Barry through the faster stitching making sure Barry could see how to do it. Once he finished he looks to Barry.
"I'm not upset with you Barry."
—Got it!—
He’d focus and try to learn/memorise the way Clark stitched his injured hand. Making mental notes on what to change in his method and how to combine both his Mother’s and Clark’s way of stitching, although he was pulled out of his thoughts when he looked at Clark.
—.. I… I didn’t- I never said that you were..—
He would reply quietly, wrecking himself internally for wearing his heart on his sleeve.
"You and Hal are easy for me to read, I know others may have a hard time reading the two of you but I don't. I suppose you could call it the dad sense I have." Clark replied before smiling softly.
Barry smiled back, thankful that Clark wasn’t angry at him. He’d never admit, unless provoked, but for the time he’s gotten to know Clark- He’s been more of a father to Barry than his birth dad ever was.
—O.. Oh. Sorry, I’m just- You shouldn’t be offering to comfort me, I’m here to… to be here for you. Not the other way around.—
"It's fine Barry, I don't mind comforting you when you're feeling off okay? I'm not going to get upset over you simply being human either." He smiled softly
—I know but I’m here for you Supes.—
Barry sighed, hanging his head low.
—.. I just wanted to return the favour… you deserve it.—
"I know you do but you don't have to okay?" With the non injured hand he pats Barry's shoulder gently. "You do alot more than you think you do for me okay?"
He looks up, smiling softly at Clark.
—No I don’t.. see- You’re the one who’s feeling down today and you’re comforting me..—
His eyes tear up for a second before he quickly wiped them away.
—You deserve a lot more than what I’ve been giving you.—
"Oh come here Barry." He offers him a hug. "Just because I'm upset doesn't mean we can't comfort each other. I mean you're doing it right now by being here with me."
Barry scoffs, in a light-hearted manner, though he still accepts the hug. Melting instantly.
—Mm.. thank you. I like your hugs.—
He mumbled the last bit.
—I am sorry that you’re feeling upset, I hope that.. whatever’s bothering you.. will let you move past it.—
It took the speedster a couple of seconds before he randomly added.
—…You’re a good person Clark.—
That last sentence caught him off guard, made him tighten his hold just a little bit more. As if he needed to hear those words. "You think so?" He asked quietly showing a vulnerable side of him no one alive really got to see.
His smile grew when he noticed Clark’s hold on him tighten just a little, reminding him of the hugs his Mother used to give him.
—I mean yeah.. you still help the world, even if the world is cruel to you and you tolerate me. Some people would say that trait already.. makes you a.. good person… but you are known to go beyond the expectations.—
He giggled a little before quietening for a moment.
—.. Why? You don’t think that you are?—
He pulls away from the hug, his face grim. "I... I have my reasons for thinking that." He sighed softly.
His pout returns when he’s finally able to read Clark’s expression, he hesitantly reaches his hand out to give the older some comforting pats and squeezes on his shoulder.
—I know you do.. and that’s valid. It’s your thoughts, I have no say in shaping what your opinions or thoughts are but.. I am here. I’m here to remind you, CONSTANTLY..—
He’d nudge the other’s shoulder lightly.
—.. That you are and will always be a good person to me, to Hal.—
"I don't think so. Not after what I caused." Clark responded with a sigh. "I really don't think that I should be held in such high regard."
He’d give Clark a couple more comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—That was.. That was in the past, Supes. You’re making up for whatever you did now. I can see it.—
Clark moves away from the table and to the doorway of the kitchen. "Come with me let me show you something."
Barry follows Clark.
—What’re you gonna show me?—
He's quiet for a long moment as he walked over to the usually locked door he had everyone avoid going into. Clark unlocks the door and opens it wide letting Barry look into it. Inside the room young children's toys could be seen, ones meant for a child no older than at least five were tucked away neatly in a toy box.
The room could be taken as a nursery of sorts, well the transition of a nursery to a proper bedroom for a young child. A couple of photos could be seen on the walls as well, in some the photos was a younger Clark and a young woman around his age who looked very pregnant, in others there was Clark with the same woman but with a baby in her arms, in the last two tucked away on a nearby table sat what looked to be the most recent photographs, the same woman with what looked to be a two year old.
"This is what I don't like to show. There's... Alot I haven't told you or Hal and this is it."
Barry’s eyes widened when he saw where Clark was leading him to, the room where the older had kept locked from other people for so long. He gasped a little, looking into the room and seeing how decorated it was. How a young child would definitely appreciate the room, he felt his own eyes tear a little when he noticed the pictures all over the room.
—Why.. Why are you showing me this? I.. I’m not forcing you to show me this, right?—
"No you're not forcing me to show this. This was the nursery I had made with my late wife for my late son. Today is the anniversary of their deaths, it's what is bothering me when you asked me what was wrong." Clark replied softly, almost depressed. "I wasn't there to keep them safe and it cost them their lives. I tried so fucking hard to keep them separated from everything I was doing and it just didn't work."
Barry felt his heart weigh heavier in his chest- He wasn’t able to stop himself, giving Clark a hug. A tight one, only pulling back after a minute.
—I.. I’m so sorry that happened Supes. Even though I’ve never met them, I can see from the pictures that you’ve given them a happy time when they were here with you. You love them and they know that.—
"I know that logically speaking but the guilt... It makes it so much worse. I can't even bring myself to get rid of anything that's in here..." Clark says, choking on his emotions as he spoke. It was very clear that Clark was very very close to simply breaking down and crying.
Barry huffed, placing his hand back on Clark’s shoulder to give him a squeeze.
—That’s very valid and you don’t have to get rid of it.. I think it’s nice to you kept it in here. It helps to… keep the memory of them alive.—
He then used his other hand to pull out a locket necklace, clicking it open to reveal a photo of him and his mother.
—It’s what helps to keep them close to our hearts.—
"You... God what did I ever do to deserve you Barry." Clark takes a deep breath to calm himself, to keep himself from crying as if he cried he knew that Barry would also start crying.
Barry huffs out a laugh, closing back the locket and tucking it into his shirt.
—The true question is.. what did I do to deserve to have met you and Hal.—
"The two of you have pulled me from a rather deep depression when I had finally given the two of you the time of day to actually let you get to know me. I mean it was only a matter of time before you found out about the room and tried to get in there." Clark replied with a sigh. "The two of you have kept me from doing very very stupid shit."
He’d smile a little, leaning a bit closer to Clark now. Feeling his sense of safety around the older get stronger, like he’s starting to trust him more and more.
—Well you keep us from doing stupid shit every day too, mainly Hal but you do that to me too.—
He’d joke.
—But I am happy that.. we did help you and we’ll continue to help you Clark. Always. We’re not going anywhere!—
"I know that you're not going anywhere unless you are forced to and or have a say in it." Clark replied with a smile hugging him gently
Barry scoffs, giggling as he let Clark hug him again.
—Pffft- Why would I ever willingly leave you. If I did, just know that I was brainwashed or that… that it’s my evil doppelgänger!—
"See exactly my point I know you well enough that you wouldn't leave unless there were other things at play and that... That does help alot." He says with a soft smile.
—Yeah, you do know me well enough!!!—
Barry smiled back, a soft one.
—Although…. it’s probably good that you didn’t know me when.. he was still around.—
"When who was around Barry." Clark asked his full attention now on him. He knew both Hal and Barry had their secrets when it came to their pasts just like Clark himself did so if Barry didn't want to talk about he wouldn't force him to.
Barry looked up, straightening his posture immediately before relaxing after a few seconds.
—.. My dad. You wouldn’t like him, he’s the exact and complete opposite of you.. which is a good thing! You wouldn’t want to be a man like he is..—
"I'm glad you think I wouldn't be like him." Clark replied with a small smile. "I try not to be mean unless the person absolutely deserves it. Or if you and Hal get hurt."
—See.. that's what I mean when you say you try to be a good person. You try your best.— Barry smiles, puffing out his chest like how Clark usually would when he would wear his super-suit. —I.. I am also glad that you're nowhere near like him..—
"I don't think I could physically be like him." Clark responded with a sigh
Barry squinted his eyes at Clark, though it was painfully obvious he was feeling a little playful.
—Only.. physically? What about verbally? You know verbal is still very much a thing considered!— He'd then ramble for a few more seconds, even sputtering with his speed ability, before stopping. —But on a serious note.. I know you could never be.. like him. You're too good.—
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Barry gave the door a couple of knocks before just waiting for it to be open, wanting to let Clark be able to take his time. He was definitely worried for him, especially after that message he had sent in the group-chat they shared with Hal. - @absolutely-barry
Clark opens the door and smiled softly. If Barry looked hard enough he could tell that Clark had been crying earlier, as to how long before he had arrived was hard to tell. "Hi Barry." He let's the younger male into the apartment.
Barry smiles, brightly, back at Clark. Although his smile dimmed a little when he notice the slight redness in his eyes, he decided not to question him further because he wasn’t here to get answers or find out why the older was crying but rather he was just here to be.. here for him.
—Hi Supes! I brought some comfort food for you.—
He lifts up a plastic bag to show that he had stopped to get some takeout at one of Clark’s favourite places to eat before he walked into the apartment.
"Oh thank you Barry but you didn't have to bring food but I appreciate it regardless." He smiled softly and closed the door to the place. The apartment was alot cleaner than it usually was though that was more or less due to the fact that Hal was usually over before Barry was
He'd place the takeout on the table, shaking his head with a soft laugh. —Of course!!! It's no problem Supes. I figured you might've need the sustenance.— Barry then looked up at him before, hesitantly, opening up his arms to offer him a hug if he needed or wanted it.
"I'm okay. I don't need a hug." Clark responded with a faint smile before moving to the kitchen. "I appreciate the thought though."
He finds himself pouting a little at the pass on his offer but he doesn't push it, lowering his arms while following Clark to the kitchen. —Hmmm, okay then! If you need one just let me know. I'll come running to you.— He smiled, hoping his lame joke would make the other laugh a little. —.. Uh.. Uhm, how are yo- Are you oka- Mmm... I'm here for you, Supes, you know that right?—
"Yes I know you are here for me. It's just... A difficult time for me at the moment and I don't really feel up to speaking on it." Clark responded with a smile.
Barry nodded, giving Clark a small smile. —You don't have to talk about it. I am sorry that you're going through this, I wish there was a way I could... take your pain away and just let me be the one to deal with it.— He'd lean against one of the kitchen counters as he spoke. —Because you don't deserve to be hurting.—
Clark grabs two glasses. "What kind of drink do you want?" He asked somewhat avoiding what Barry had spoken about.
He nodded slightly, understanding what Clark was trying to non-verbally tell him. Barry then glanced at the empty glasses. Trying to think of what to drink.
—Mmmmm.. do you have chocolate milk or cherry cola?—
"I have the cherry cola." He replied grabbing a can of it from the fridge. "Do you want ice to go with it or do you want it as is?" He asked as he opened up the can
Barry looked at Clark a little bit more, trying to read his expression before answering.
—Yes, please.—
He then got a glance at the takeout food sitting on the dining table.
—Do you want me to start unpacking the food?—
"If you don't mind that would be nice." Clark puts ice into the cup meant for Barry before adding in the soda into the same cup. "If you don't mind me asking why did you show up? I'm not Hal."
He walks over to the dining table to open the bag and pull out the tupperware to place on the table, though Clark’s question made his heart shatter a little.
—Because I care about you, Supes.—
He’d offer him a small yet sad smile.
—I care about you as much as I care about Hal. Yo.. You saved me. You had no reason to but you still did it.—
Barry, once finished unpacking the food, took a moment to continue speaking.
—…. So, I’m just following the example you gave me.—
Clark sighed softly. "It does make me wonder why you even bothered to stay in contact with me considering I am wanted by several government organizations. Which puts you in even more danger. Both you and Hal are children, you have so much more going for you than I do so why bother when being here could kill you."
The way he spoke it felt as though Clark wasn't necessarily speaking solely about Hal and Barry put perhaps others.
Barry huffed, reaching to place a hand on Clark’s shoulder to give him a few comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—Those government organisations don’t know the good you’re doing but Hal and I do. That’s why we’re helping you even if that means putting ourselves in danger. We want to help and be with you Clark.—
He tried to reassure him.
—And we’re not children, I’m literally turning nineteen in two days! I’m basically an adult right now.—
"You're still a child Barry." The empty glass Clark had in his hand shatters taking his attention away from Barry and the conversation they were having as he opened his hand. A couple shards of glass were stuck in his hand. "Shit."
—I am no-….—
Barry interrupts himself before glancing from Clark’s face to his hands where shards of glass stuck to. He kept quiet for a second before speeding over to where Clark kept the tissue and then running back. Holding it out for the older hero.
"Thanks." He takes the tissue from him and carefully plucks the shards in his hands free before carefully covering the open wounds.
Barry nods at the gratitude and then running all over Clark’s apartment till he had found the medkit, walking back over to him once he was done finishing plucking the shards off his hand.
—Can I? My mom taught me how to stitch wounds when I was little… after.. Nevermind.—
He’d let his facial expression fall for a second before shaking his head, his usual 'happy' look back.
—Just know that if you want to, I can help close some of the wounds on your hand.—
"I can do it but since I know it will bug you if you can't do it yourself ill let you do it." Clark responded letting Barry go about fixing his hand.
Barry looked at Clark, a judging yet playful expression on his face, when he made that comment. Even squinting his eyes for a few second before reaching out to hold Clark’s hand with one of his and his other hand would start to sew one of the wounds.
—Sooo.. want to talk about it?—
"Talk about what exactly. Depending on what you want to know you may not get an answer from me as it's a rather touchy subject."
He stopped for a second before continuing and then nodding.
—Got it! Want to talk about how.. much …progress I’ve made since I first joined you on this mission?—
He’d give Clark a toothy smile.
—Do you want me to use my super speed to speed up this process? I haven’t tried sewing stitches with speed though.. fair warning.—
Clark gave him a look. "Don't use the speed to do it faster, this requires delicacy and slowness. I mean would you like it if I did that if you needed that?"
Barry pouted, his bottom-lip quivering a little. He took a couple of breaths. Reminding himself that Clark wasn’t anything like his Father and that he probably just wanted Barry to be careful.
—N.. No. Sorry. I’ll do it slowly.—
Finishing the first one, tying it, before moving onto the next.
"Here let me see it Barry." Clark stuck his non injured hand out to let Barry choose to give the needle up. "I can show you a faster method that's more affective for small wounds like this."
Barry’s eyes widened a little. He looked between Clark’s open hand and his eyes, trying to read his expression once more.
' Did I do it wrong? Maybe I hurt him and he just didn’t tell me because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. '
His thoughts echoed in his head before he blinked a couple of times, hesitantly giving Clark the needle.
"Watch close okay? I'll have you practice this later so you know how to do it should I not be available to help." Clark walks Barry through the faster stitching making sure Barry could see how to do it. Once he finished he looks to Barry.
"I'm not upset with you Barry."
—Got it!—
He’d focus and try to learn/memorise the way Clark stitched his injured hand. Making mental notes on what to change in his method and how to combine both his Mother’s and Clark’s way of stitching, although he was pulled out of his thoughts when he looked at Clark.
—.. I… I didn’t- I never said that you were..—
He would reply quietly, wrecking himself internally for wearing his heart on his sleeve.
"You and Hal are easy for me to read, I know others may have a hard time reading the two of you but I don't. I suppose you could call it the dad sense I have." Clark replied before smiling softly.
Barry smiled back, thankful that Clark wasn’t angry at him. He’d never admit, unless provoked, but for the time he’s gotten to know Clark- He’s been more of a father to Barry than his birth dad ever was.
—O.. Oh. Sorry, I’m just- You shouldn’t be offering to comfort me, I’m here to… to be here for you. Not the other way around.—
"It's fine Barry, I don't mind comforting you when you're feeling off okay? I'm not going to get upset over you simply being human either." He smiled softly
—I know but I’m here for you Supes.—
Barry sighed, hanging his head low.
—.. I just wanted to return the favour… you deserve it.—
"I know you do but you don't have to okay?" With the non injured hand he pats Barry's shoulder gently. "You do alot more than you think you do for me okay?"
He looks up, smiling softly at Clark.
—No I don’t.. see- You’re the one who’s feeling down today and you’re comforting me..—
His eyes tear up for a second before he quickly wiped them away.
—You deserve a lot more than what I’ve been giving you.—
"Oh come here Barry." He offers him a hug. "Just because I'm upset doesn't mean we can't comfort each other. I mean you're doing it right now by being here with me."
Barry scoffs, in a light-hearted manner, though he still accepts the hug. Melting instantly.
—Mm.. thank you. I like your hugs.—
He mumbled the last bit.
—I am sorry that you’re feeling upset, I hope that.. whatever’s bothering you.. will let you move past it.—
It took the speedster a couple of seconds before he randomly added.
—…You’re a good person Clark.—
That last sentence caught him off guard, made him tighten his hold just a little bit more. As if he needed to hear those words. "You think so?" He asked quietly showing a vulnerable side of him no one alive really got to see.
His smile grew when he noticed Clark’s hold on him tighten just a little, reminding him of the hugs his Mother used to give him.
—I mean yeah.. you still help the world, even if the world is cruel to you and you tolerate me. Some people would say that trait already.. makes you a.. good person… but you are known to go beyond the expectations.—
He giggled a little before quietening for a moment.
—.. Why? You don’t think that you are?—
He pulls away from the hug, his face grim. "I... I have my reasons for thinking that." He sighed softly.
His pout returns when he’s finally able to read Clark’s expression, he hesitantly reaches his hand out to give the older some comforting pats and squeezes on his shoulder.
—I know you do.. and that’s valid. It’s your thoughts, I have no say in shaping what your opinions or thoughts are but.. I am here. I’m here to remind you, CONSTANTLY..—
He’d nudge the other’s shoulder lightly.
—.. That you are and will always be a good person to me, to Hal.—
"I don't think so. Not after what I caused." Clark responded with a sigh. "I really don't think that I should be held in such high regard."
He’d give Clark a couple more comforting squeezes before pulling his hand back.
—That was.. That was in the past, Supes. You’re making up for whatever you did now. I can see it.—
Clark moves away from the table and to the doorway of the kitchen. "Come with me let me show you something."
Barry follows Clark.
—What’re you gonna show me?—
He's quiet for a long moment as he walked over to the usually locked door he had everyone avoid going into. Clark unlocks the door and opens it wide letting Barry look into it. Inside the room young children's toys could be seen, ones meant for a child no older than at least five were tucked away neatly in a toy box.
The room could be taken as a nursery of sorts, well the transition of a nursery to a proper bedroom for a young child. A couple of photos could be seen on the walls as well, in some the photos was a younger Clark and a young woman around his age who looked very pregnant, in others there was Clark with the same woman but with a baby in her arms, in the last two tucked away on a nearby table sat what looked to be the most recent photographs, the same woman with what looked to be a two year old.
"This is what I don't like to show. There's... Alot I haven't told you or Hal and this is it."
Barry’s eyes widened when he saw where Clark was leading him to, the room where the older had kept locked from other people for so long. He gasped a little, looking into the room and seeing how decorated it was. How a young child would definitely appreciate the room, he felt his own eyes tear a little when he noticed the pictures all over the room.
—Why.. Why are you showing me this? I.. I’m not forcing you to show me this, right?—
"No you're not forcing me to show this. This was the nursery I had made with my late wife for my late son. Today is the anniversary of their deaths, it's what is bothering me when you asked me what was wrong." Clark replied softly, almost depressed. "I wasn't there to keep them safe and it cost them their lives. I tried so fucking hard to keep them separated from everything I was doing and it just didn't work."
Barry felt his heart weigh heavier in his chest- He wasn’t able to stop himself, giving Clark a hug. A tight one, only pulling back after a minute.
—I.. I’m so sorry that happened Supes. Even though I’ve never met them, I can see from the pictures that you’ve given them a happy time when they were here with you. You love them and they know that.—
"I know that logically speaking but the guilt... It makes it so much worse. I can't even bring myself to get rid of anything that's in here..." Clark says, choking on his emotions as he spoke. It was very clear that Clark was very very close to simply breaking down and crying.
Barry huffed, placing his hand back on Clark’s shoulder to give him a squeeze.
—That’s very valid and you don’t have to get rid of it.. I think it’s nice to you kept it in here. It helps to… keep the memory of them alive.—
He then used his other hand to pull out a locket necklace, clicking it open to reveal a photo of him and his mother.
—It’s what helps to keep them close to our hearts.—
"You... God what did I ever do to deserve you Barry." Clark takes a deep breath to calm himself, to keep himself from crying as if he cried he knew that Barry would also start crying.
Barry huffs out a laugh, closing back the locket and tucking it into his shirt.
—The true question is.. what did I do to deserve to have met you and Hal.—
"The two of you have pulled me from a rather deep depression when I had finally given the two of you the time of day to actually let you get to know me. I mean it was only a matter of time before you found out about the room and tried to get in there." Clark replied with a sigh. "The two of you have kept me from doing very very stupid shit."
He’d smile a little, leaning a bit closer to Clark now. Feeling his sense of safety around the older get stronger, like he’s starting to trust him more and more.
—Well you keep us from doing stupid shit every day too, mainly Hal but you do that to me too.—
He’d joke.
—But I am happy that.. we did help you and we’ll continue to help you Clark. Always. We’re not going anywhere!—
"I know that you're not going anywhere unless you are forced to and or have a say in it." Clark replied with a smile hugging him gently
Barry scoffs, giggling as he let Clark hug him again.
—Pffft- Why would I ever willingly leave you. If I did, just know that I was brainwashed or that… that it’s my evil doppelgänger!—
"See exactly my point I know you well enough that you wouldn't leave unless there were other things at play and that... That does help alot." He says with a soft smile.
—Yeah, you do know me well enough!!!—
Barry smiled back, a soft one.
—Although…. it’s probably good that you didn’t know me when.. he was still around.—
"When who was around Barry." Clark asked his full attention now on him. He knew both Hal and Barry had their secrets when it came to their pasts just like Clark himself did so if Barry didn't want to talk about he wouldn't force him to.
Barry looked up, straightening his posture immediately before relaxing after a few seconds.
—.. My dad. You wouldn’t like him, he’s the exact and complete opposite of you.. which is a good thing! You wouldn’t want to be a man like he is..—
"I'm glad you think I wouldn't be like him." Clark replied with a small smile. "I try not to be mean unless the person absolutely deserves it. Or if you and Hal get hurt."
—See.. that's what I mean when you say you try to be a good person. You try your best.— Barry smiles, puffing out his chest like how Clark usually would when he would wear his super-suit. —I.. I am also glad that you're nowhere near like him..—
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Happy Birthday Mini Barry!!!
:O thank you lady with the pretty hair!!!!!
Did you had a good day? Did you had cake?
i had an okay day!!! i bought a small slice of apple pie from a bakery shop if that counts as cake :D
Can i bake you a cake?
nnnnooooo don’t waste your time on me! i’m fine with having just the apple pie
this is me ^ after eating the pie
But you deserve a Birthday cake
i’ll be fineeee!!!!
really, it’s all good (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
thank you for offering though, i appreciate it!!!!!
Happy birthday Barry 🥺
thank you ♥️♥️♥️♥️
