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[ MISSION ] : for  our  muses  to  meet  on  a  mission @impclsivity​

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jordan said to the costumed hero. He was in civilian clothes. Sure, they weren’t exactly in the eyesight of the public… but what was this guy thinking approaching him like this? Besides, Jordan didn’t really do the hero thing anymore. He still had the cape but he didn’t feel all that worthy of it. Besides… this little Flash looking sidekick said Superman. “Even if I did… you got your Kents crossed. You’re not looking for me.”

There were many things Bart had seen and heard about in his future that did not carry over into this present, or this timeline, if he was lucky enough to have successfully changed it yet. One of those harder to believe things were that the kid in front of him would grow up to be such a BADASS. Not that Bart could ever mention it to him but nonetheless, it was a big leap from the present. “Woops.” The lie slipped through his teeth like oxygen itself. “You guys all just look so much alike with the blue eyes and black hair and-- I’m a time traveler, so for all I knew you could be the CK and not the JK.” He wondered faintly if dropping the time travel bomb into normal conversation wasn’t the best idea. 

“Hey–” Barry frowned as Bart implied that he was losing his grip on his faculties. “I’m sure I’m as sharp as ever in the future, thank you.” He raised his eyebrows as the younger man spoke. He got the feeling that he was trying too hard, but he couldn’t figure out why Bart was bothering to lie to him after being so open. Maybe he was trying not to change too much about the future by keeping Barry in the dark about the details – then again, if that were true, he’d already given away a pretty big one. “It’s not really any of your business who I’m with,” he said, and then frowned. “I mean, I guess it is, because it depends on – anyway, I don’t want to talk about that.” He felt his stomach flip as the younger man spoke and he looked at him. “Grandma? I don’t know, should you be calling her that?”

There was a fleeting moment of wistfulness at the thought of what his grandfather would have ACTUALLY been like in his old age hadn’t he died before making it there. He’d heard so many stories about the hero, but meeting him was something else entirely. All the elder heroes he’d ever met were pretty sharp though, so there was a good chance Barry would have remained so as well. If he’d been given the chance, that is. “Eh. Agree to disagree.” He continued the lie, enjoying the light banter of it all (banter with his grandpa!). “I mean-- actually, it kinda might be? Given that my whole existence technically depends on it.” So many technicities of it, but Bart couldn’t help but forgo to mention the biggest one. That he didn’t care if he ceased to exist, just as long as his future did along with him. “I mean---” It was kinda shocking his grandparents hadn’t hooked up yet, given how in love they supposedly were. It was a forgone conclusion in one world, but maybe not this one. “You and Grandma ending up together, from everything I’ve heard, it’s kinda like the sky being blue, grass being green.” It just was, something that wasn’t questioned because it just stood on it’s own naturally. 

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     Tommy grinned as the other agreed with him so easily, the two of them clearly on the same wavelength. “Right? You totally get it!” he shook his head gently. “Anyways, uh, I’m Tommy. It’s super nice to meet you Mr familiar face” the blonde chuckled, outstretching his hand to the other. He had a lot of energy, something that Tommy could definitely relate to much to his friends’ dismay. 

“Nice to meet you too Tommy!” Bart agreed quickly and with a speedy nod to his head. “You could call me Bart!” He couldn’t help his excitement, meeting new people was exciting. He took Tommy’s hand and shook it with fervor. “You new around here Tommy? I am. If you know the ins and outs you wanna teach em to me maybe?”

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“And the right word” Hal replied looking at the other knowing they were about to commit some lawbreaking. “Okay but if Barry asks I’m telling him you broke in” He mused using his ring to create a key to unlock the door, after all, it wasn’t the first time he’d broken into a friend’s place. “It would be easier and less expensive though I wonder why you forget both your keys and your things.”

“Yeppers, thats me. Always knowing the rightest of words.” It helped that he remembered every single word he’d ever read but twisted them to appear a bit less smart than he actually was (read: a LOT less smart looking). “Sounds crash!” He didn’t mind the bad blood forming, he could take it. Plus Bart doubted his super grandfather would be too offended. “Well there’s a thing you should know about speedsters and that it’s we’re very fast about doing everything we forget things we gotta do sometimes.” He tried to pass off as an explanation. 

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     “Crash?” he rose a brow, smirking softly. A lot of the time, Tim didn’t really know what Bart was talking about but he always did his best to keep up. “There was definitely sleep…” He was unable to determine how much he had had exactly, but Tim had woken up in his bed, indicating that at the very least he had moved up from the cave when exhaustion began to set in. “What kind of games did you have in mind?” He wasn’t alert enough for a patrol right now. 

“Yeup, you know, crash! Awesome, cool, amazing, the opposite of the mode, all that stuff!” He exclaimed with fierce nods of his head following his many words. “Okay but that is totally not an actual answer.” He pointed out just as jolly as he’d said anything else and without any judgement. “Uhhhh maybe this century's games? I don’t know how to actually play any of them so you’d need to put on your teaching goggles, which would be good practice for being team leader too so it works out for us both!”

“I believe it would be the combined experience.” she answered him. She let out a small giggle at his response. She envied his innocence, though some would argue she was just as innocent in her own right. It was then at that moment she realized he was not asking for a comparison. But rather, advice. “Bart…have you never been kissed?” she asked curiously. It was not to embarrass him but genuine curiosity. Kori was quite open about her love life and sometimes forgot not all were like her.

Bart nodded, inwardly taking notes. In his future something as simple as a kiss was the last thing on his mind. Hell, he half expected to be exposed or partake in other things before kisses. Though he’d been lucky enough to avoid those. If anyone understood the fear though it’d be the woman standing before him (he didn’t like to think about it often, that they’d both been slaves, but it was a truth). “Of course I’ve--” His first compulsion was to LIE, of course. But seeing the lack of judgment on her face, Bart realized this was the last person he needed to lie to. “... not really. I’ve never been... that.” He confessed sheepishly. 

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     “ - Okay, and please hear me out because this is going to sound really random and weird but…” Tommy sighed, shaking his head as he realized he’d definitely been caught tailing the other. “Do you ever get a weird deja vu feeling about a face? Like you’ve seen it before somewhere but you have absolutely no idea where? Cause…You just have one of this faces, I guess. I don’t know”

“Weird and random might be my middle names,” Bart joked though the words were fitting for the young man all the same. He was weird and random. Came with the trauma. ”No no I totally get it! Like some faces look s much the same and other faces look familiar but not exact and then some faces look alike and it’s all genetics too because people look like eachother but also age makes them look different and so its a whole thing!” He knew it well, knowing what people would look like into their old age was a fun thing. Mostly. Really not, actually. 

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“Math,” Barry repeated. “Math implies an equation of some sort, knowing what year it is just basically means being able to read. Or count, at most.” He raised his eyebrows. “Did I?” he said, and despite himself, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “That’s pretty convenient for you and pretty good advice from me.” Not that it really sounded like something he would say, but he was already doubting enough of the kid’s story. He figured he should give him a little something. He snorted. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let you not-exist,” he said. “As long as your grandmother is willing, of course.” Consent being extremely important and all. Barry’s frown deepened as Bart spoke. “I’m guessing it’s not Iris,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning down a little. He always held a kernel of hope for him and Iris West, even if they were with other people. Maybe it wasn’t fair to either one of them, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Man gramps you’re super smart like they all said, in your youth I mean cause obviously I knew you as an oldie and your math skills aren’t as sharp there.” Lie lie lie, Bart felt a stab of guilt in his stomach for how easily they came out of his mouth. No, he only heard Barry of being good at math he’d never met the man. Not to mention Bart’s skills in maths were just as sharp, but he needed to underplay it (no matter how much he wanted to show off and have his gramps be proud of him, then again Barry might not really be believing him right now). “Yeah you’re the best at advice! When you’re making sense.” He joked, and though the smile felt nice he didn’t feel great about the lying. Actually I’m here to change the future, not not-existing isn’t my priority. But he didn’t say that, he couldn’t. “Wha- so you ARE with Iris?” He mentally patted himself on the back for not letting grandma slip in there. Oh come on Bart, knowing they’re endgame won’t change anything. “Or I guess I should call her Grandma?” 

     Tim rose in brows, holding back a smirk as he watched Bart try to explain the plethora of reasons that he was obligated to hang out with him right now, waiting patiently for him to finish before he finally smirked, folding his book closed. “You ever heard of just saying hey man, wanna go do something fun?” he teased. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, hoping that his boredom hadn’t inspired any reckless ideas. 

“Yeah man that would be crash.” Well, Tim hadn’t actually been asking him, more so showing Bart the easier way to be asking someone to hang out than all lame ones he had used prior. In Bart’s defense, asking someone to hang out wasn’t really a lesson in the little amount of school he learned as a kid. He would remember for next time though, he was determined to say it right in the future. “Are we in the mood for something mission-y or game-type fun? Hold on, let me rephrase that question: how much sleep did you get last night?” It did impact what they would be doing after all. 

[ BREAK  IN ] :  for  our  muses  to  break  in  somewhere  together  | @impclsivity​

Hal sighed looking at the other he should’ve known Barry would’ve given them a key if he wanted them in his apartment but at the same time speedsters were just in their own world. “Let me get this straight you want me to use my ring, which was a great honor given to me by aliens to craft a key to break into Barry’s place while he is at work?” He questions the other raising an eyebrow at them.

“Break in is such a STRONG word.” Really, it was. Had all the bad connotations and everything. “It’s more likeeeeeee entering without a key.” Not really great either but it was better than breaking! “And it’s more like I forgot my key, and left my stuff in there and you could get the door open without breaking anything and I mean I could vibrate my molecules through the door but I figured this might be uh, easier?”