Impulse Readings

“I mean, I’d be so worried if they did mix dude. Don’t even worry bro, I’m all good.” Garfield looked at the dude and kinda, glanced him over, “you okay?”

“Totally, A-Ok.” Bart was fine as long as he didn’t hurt anyone. He could’ve been a lot quicker in stopping though. “ Hey I’m Bart by the way.”

“I’m not, I was reading. It happens.”

“Must have been a good book.”

Woah, okay, standing. Tim took a quick look around just to make sure he couldn’t see any Batfam members, glancing up for good measure as Bart shook his hand. Okay, he was chill, no one had to know about this. “Nah, you’re chill, it happens. This one time I wasn’t looking where I was going and I walked into three chairs and a wall.” It wasn’t one of his better moments.

Bart couldn’t help but snicker. The image was extremely hysterical and he felt bad afterwards for laughing, or doing some meager form of it. He wondered if he should regale one of his clumsy moments. “Dude you really don’t seem the clumsy type.” Maybe he’d regale later.

“Uh. Yes?” He didn’t mean for it to come out as a question but dude, the guy hit like a linebacker, even though he didn’t look like it and “my tailbone hurts.”

He could do one useful thing with the powers he was given, which would be not using them to hurt people. “Concrete and bones do not mix. You sure your okay?”

It was always one thing after another in New York, but Kara had to get back to the office before she was missed. She was speeding - definitely not in a car, definitely on foot because it was less conspicuous than flying around in the red cape and boots - distractedly thinking about her quick change and whether or not she needed to grab anything on the way to help make her excuse believable. What excuse had she used this time? When she turned the corner and smacked into someone. And felt it. “What just happened?” She asked, moving to sit up as she reclaimed her bearings. 

Right as he was bending down to help the poor girls he knocked down, Bart felt really odd. No wait, he felt pain. All on his chest and left shoulder. That was weird. It felt like that time he slipped and rolled into a building one time when he was younger. It took him about a day to heal the bruises but why did he feel as bad as he did then? “I am so sorry, I was running and just didn’t see you there.” More like he didn’t hit the breaks going hundreds and hundreds of miles above any speed limit anywhere, but that wasn’t something he should say out loud. Wincing a bit he offered her a hand up. “Again I am so sorry, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you when I bumped you did I?”

It said a lot about him that the first thing that went through his head when he was knocked onto his butt was ‘I really hope Bruce doesn’t find out about this’. Stunned and kicking himself for letting himself be knocked over, he blinked up at his assailant. Oh. That guy. “Um. No, I’m Tim. It’s okay, it happens. Um. What just happened?”

‘Oh nothing, I just hit you with the force of a semi truck but you know most of that force defected around us.’. It would have been funny to see the look on his face. Bart lifted the other up cause well he was just laying there and steadied him on a wall. “Hi Tim, I’m Bart.” He shock his hand too seeing as he had yanked him up.Maybe his body was still reacting off his speedforce, hopefully he wasn’t sparking or something. “Uh...I totally plowed into you while I was running man. Again so sorry.”

Wanda smiled at his response and nodded. For once, she felt at-ease in the presence of someone else. Everyone she had met in New York had been rather stand-offish; it was refreshing to see someone who had kind eyes and an endearing smile. “I like this idea,” she replied, “how shall we do this?” Her inquiry was quite important to her. After all, when she came to this place, she channeled her chaos magic and allowed it to release in any direction, as it was safe to do so away from prying eyes. She would not be able to do this with someone here. 

Bart unfortunately much to his displeasure, he fidgeted a little. He always fidgeted a bit when he had pent up speed building. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle though it was just more or less he was ready to let out the speed soon. He smiled though knowing his own limits and knew he would be fine for another couple of days if need be. He was pretty good about keeping himself in tact with his speedforce. “Well we could learn more about each other, or maybe play a game.” He said playfully but he was slightly serious he liked game and learning about mostly everything. He was very child like in that manner, especially considering he technically still could be considered a child.

She nodded in understanding. It seems that she’d found a fellow spirit in this part of the city. It was rare that she found someone she could connect to on a seemingly normal level. She offered a rather shy and dorky smile before shifting on her feet a little. “I did not mean to interrupt you,” she said, referring to the apparent distraction she’d caused by appearing in the vicinity, “but it seems we will have to share this spot today. If that is all right with you.”

"You didn't interrupt me and I'd love to share this spot with you if you wouldn't mind." Wanda was becoming very attractive in Bart's eyes. She seemed very different from the norm and her smile was something else. Bart mentally pulled himself back from those thoughts. "Maybe we can help each other distract one another from that crazy place we call New York and get lost for a few hours."

She nods. “That does happen. I normally just get take out. When I do remember to eat. Although that’s not a good idea. It’s just easier.”

“Oh it is easier, I love ordering a pizza or two. But mother asks I keep an eye out on what I eat. I can’t say no to her. She means well.”

“Lois Lane, Daily Planet.” It was almost natural for her to introduce herself like that.

“Reporter, Nice. Guess you have a lot of work as of recently. With...all the chaos the act seems to be bringing. Vice versa.”

“I mean that in the nicest way possible.”

“Don’t worry I’m laughing cause your right.”

Dick shook his head. He noticed the crowd getting a bit rowdy. “IT’s cool man. What brings you out to the protest today?” He  narrowed his eyes and laughed. “No offense, but you don’t seem the protesting type.”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t. I wasn’t sure if I’d make it out here.” Bart said chuckling. “But I do support the protest and if you don’t support what you believe is right then nothing gets accomplished. Least that’s what my dad says.”

“Yep. Sorry, babyface.”

“Babyface? Really?”

“Nice to meet you, Bart,” she smiles at him. “I’m good, better now thanks to you. And how are you?”

"Oh I'm fine. Just trucking along for the moment. Doing some shopping on the side." He said chuckling. "Gotta keep that fridge full. Always gets empty every few days."