GOTTA RUN

( jordan fisher. 24. he/him. cismale. ) are you a HERO? something tells me that worn out sneakers, wind-tousled hair, lightning zipping through the streets make you who you are, BART ALLEN. with the powers of SUPERSPEED, you’re sure to have a curious, impulsive personality — and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to FLASH by KANG DANIEL on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next!

          BREATHES  A  SIGH  OF  relief  when  the  other  confirms  that  he’s  okay  .  “  i’m  good  .  fine  .  ”  tucks  a  strand  of  hair  behind  her  ear  .  “  honestly  i  was  trying  to  beat  the  crowds  but  it  seems  like  it’s  already  started  ,  ”  gwen  comments  with  a  light  laugh  .  “  but  i  heard  they  were  giving  away  free  donuts  at  the  shop  over  on  the  next  block  and  wanted  to  see  if  it  was  true  .  ”

“free donuts?” bart echoes, instantly grabbing his attention. if there was one thing better than donuts, it would be free donuts. “what are we waiting for? i’m pretty good at getting through crowds if you don’t mind some company?” he grins, eyebrow lifted in question. “i’m a great conversationalist too, a two-for-one package.”

          “   dude—you   mean   like   a    boyband?     absofuckinlutely!      my   teammates   hate   my   singing   in   the   shower,   but   i   know   i’m   a   good   singer.   ”

“well, i was thinking more like a... band-band, but a boyband works too. i’m pretty good at dancing. does this mean we’ll have to recruit more members? i wanna be the frontman.”

…

“so you only zone out when you’re hungry? hmm, interesting,” bernard teased as he pressed his cheek against his best friends arm. “easy, come to me to always have you stocked up. also it shouldn’t be too hard to make a portal for back home in small instances, think of it like one that’s set in a certain time loop so i just steal the same bags every single day.” he shrugged, in theory he could make that work but for now he was stuck on kitchen duty. “if you keep pouting at me those lips might be tasting something else…and that’ll be endless hunger.” he blushed. “alright, original flavor right? i can make that happen.”

“i zone out over a lot of things. i used to zone out every time max tried to teach me anything,” he smiles. at bernard’s idea, he imagines himself with a portal gun creating an infinite portal and falling through a never-ending supply of chicken whizzies. “i’m always hungry as it is, not sure what could make my appetite worse. need any help with the portal? whatever you need, i’ll get it in a flash.”

“ i’ve never thought of it this way until now but i should really start specifying what i mean when i ask people if they want to change the world. like, would they want to change it for the better or for worse? there’s a huge difference in between those two terms! “  –  (  @impulsiveflash​  )

“i think everyone wants to change it for the better. it’s just one person’s view of what’s better might be really really bad for someone else, right? so maybe you just need an objective opinion—or something like that. honestly, the best thing we could do for this world in introduce it to better snacks.”

“  uh  …  i’m no physicist  ,  but that sounds impossible  ,  ”  pietro says  .  “  i mean  ,  unless you want the world to collapse around our ears  .  ”  there are many unkind things that could be said about the state of sokovia’s education system when pietro attended school  ,  but he did pick up some things  .  “  fastest man alive  …  more like walking heat death of the universe  .  ”  he isn’t really sure if that makes sense  ,  but it sounds like it should make sense  .

“well...” bart gestures to himself with a shrug. “guess i’m living proof it is possible. it’s... admittedly not a regular thing, but not the most impossible thing i’ve ever done with my speed.” he’s never really had to think about the physics of his powers on that kind of scale. he wasn’t the the family speedster creating timeline shifts on accident during his daily work commute. maybe he should look into that, if it truly was their speed or if it was linked to the stability of the speedforce. he frowns sharply, a sudden thought occurring to him. “wait, does your speed not come from the speedforce? where did your get your powers?”

          “  I  MEANT  IT  IN  more  of  a  time  traveling  from  the  future  type  of  deal  ,  ”  he  comments  .  kinda  wild  but  he  really  should  be  used  to  it  given  how  insane  things  have  been  in  the  past  couple  months  .  “  i  will  admit  that  you  do  remind  me  A  LOT  of  barry  .  ”

“oh,” bart says, standing a little straighter at what he deems as praise from the other. though he was frequently compared to his grandfather by his mentors and other family, it was usually to point out how irresponsible he was in comparison. “well, he’s a pretty crash guy, and i’m even more crash, so that makes sense. did you know him well?”

…

“you’re so lucky you’re cute,” bernard said as he sighed taking bart’s arm and tugging him closer. “honestly, you might not find them by that name but there should be something that’s the exact same thing,” laughing he shook his head at the other. “of course you’d zone out thinking about food.”

“only when i’m hungry,” bart says, letting himself be pulled along. “what am i supposed to do if they don’t have my favorite snack? i don’t think i’ll survive another day without them,” he pouts at bernard, his shameless tactic to get what he wants.

"hey, you like music, i can play music—we're a pretty good combo to start a band, huh?"

@impulsiveflash​

“Hey, Earth to Bart, what are you staring at?”

bart blinks back into focus, glancing over at bernard. “sorry, i was thinking about chicken whizzies. do you think they have those here? i haven’t had much luck finding them. the snacks here are so moded.”

she hesitates for a moment as she studies him, glancing up and down. elektra wasn’t one to work in teams and if she had learnt anything from her past mistakes, she knew she wasn’t the best leader. it was just easier for her to work alone (that way when people get hurt, she won’t have to spend all night blaming herself those mistakes). but she had a feeling he wasn’t going to back down just because she said no. “i am also very capable of cleaning up my own messes. isn’t it past your bedtime or something?” he looks young but elektra knows that she was far more capable than most when she was probably younger than he is. “if you must stay, just don’t blow our cover, and if you get hurt, that’s on you.”

“i don’t have a bed time,” he reassures quickly, waving off her sarcasm, “and i don’t get hurt either. most of the time.” most other vigilantes would turn bart away in an instant, an he grins as the other lets him join her. not that he’d leave if she told him to, but at least he doesn’t have to argue with her. usually he has to dig in his heels and refuse to leave. he was great help, if other heroes would just give him a chance. he mimes zipping his lips shut in an acknowledgement of staying quiet. it doesn’t last long, though, as he peers over her shoulder and asks, “so what ‘mess’ are you cleaning up? did you piss off some bad guys, or something? what kind of mission are we on?”

“  fastest man alive  ,  huh  ?  ”  pietro snickers  .  “  name like that  ,  makes me think you’re overcompensating and you’re not actually that fast  .  ”  he shrugs  .  “  i’ve broken the speed of sound on morning jogs  ,  sooo  …  beat that  ?  ”

bart scoffs, rolling his eyes, “don’t say that like it isn’t easy,” he dismisses. “talk to me when you’ve at least run faster than light. then maybe we can compare.”

“you think we’ve got the supplies to make another cosmic treadmill? between the two of us we could make something totally crash!”

“so can you read my entire mind? or just what number i’m thinking of? trick question—i’m not thinking of a number. but you knew that, right?”

closed starter  \  w.  @impulsiveflash​

appearing out of seemingly nowhere  —  at least to those who process things at an ordinary speed  :  “  so i hear you’re fast  …  the question is  ,  how fast  ?  ”

"fast enough to have the name fastest man alive," he boasts, eyes bright with the excitement of a challenge. "you wanna test me?"

·.·★      “   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞  𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞  𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 !  “   she  exclaimed  ,  a  huffed  sigh  as  she  settled  into  the  haphazard  set  up   – knowing  full  well  she’d  have  to  get  up  soon  to  get  the  delivery  guy  /  she’s  been  on  the  receiving  end  of  this  treatment  often  enough  (  having  to  skip  on  anita  ;  cissie  ;  greta  ; traya  for  titans  business   ,   amazon  business   )   to  know  that  these  snapchat  stories  really  rub  salt  in  the  wounds.   whatever  canoodling  the  missing  two  members   of  the  “  kour  fore”   found  themselves  up  to …  surely,  it  couldn’t  be  better  than  this  ?      and  cassie  had  to  earn  herself  a  role  in  the  friendship  group  somehow   ,    outside  of  being  the  token  “  girl  “    (   the  amy  to  the  rest  of  the  sonic  heroes.  )  “  as  long  as  it’s  not  mario  kart.   yes.     loser  has  to  get  the  delivery  food  when  it’s  here ?  “     competitive  streak  she  could  never  kill  ,  except  maybe  if  bart  flashed  her  the  pouty  lips  moments  before  his  crushing  defeat.       “  soooo …. smash  bros  ?  “ 

bart didn’t use social media as much as his friends, but he trusted cassie’s word. they don’t often get the opportunity to guilt tim and conner like this, and bart would also love to rub it in their faces. of any of them, those two knew best how to make others feel excluded—even if it wasn’t (always entirely) on purpose—and bart is intent to take the opportunity to turn the tables on them. he snaps a selfie of the two of them in the fort and posts it to his snapchat story.

“you’re on!” bart agrees at the mention of a bet, flashing a confident grin. video games were one of the few things in which his speed was both a blessing and a curse. on one hand, fast reflexes and movements only benefitted him in keeping the upper hand in digital battles. quick reactions and counters could mean the difference between life or death. on the other hand, if bart got overexcited and went too fast, the controller would ultimately stop reading his button inputs and even sonic the hedgehog, fastest smash bros character alive, would lag behind. bart’s mastered that balance after plenty of practice. he’s also memorized every characters’ abilities and move lists, so he’s never worried about betting on his own abilities.

the game is booted up in record time, with bart quickly selecting his fighter of choice. he tips his head back to look at cassie, a loose smirk on his face. he knows cassie's good at games. in fact, she's his top pick whenever they split into teams (though, her skill is only partially why. he and kon argue more than they work together, and it's more fun to rub tim's losses in his face). but he's not even slightly worried about losing to her—not with his unparalleled mastery of the controller. "should i play a new character this time? give you a better chance?"

.

tim was reading something on his phone when a familiar voice pulled his attention up. “huh?” he blinked for a second, letting it register that it was bart. “yeah, go for it.” he moved his bag out of the empty chair and reached for his coffee again. “is one donut going to fill you?”

“is one coffee enough to keep you awake?” bart quips back as he sits down at the table. this was about the experience. besides, he currently did not have the funds to buy enough expensive donuts to satisfy his appetite. “what are you doing outside this early in the morning?”