Bart Allen x Batsis!reader
Request: Actually if u can make a one shot were (bat!)reader is starting to have a crush on him without realizing he's too crushing in her and vice versa, while everyone know but them!!
A/N: I got a bit side tracked halfway while writing and deviated just a lil from the original plot. Hope that’s okay! And I’m so so sorry for the wait <3
You're draped across the couch as dramatically as possible, one arm thrown over your eyes, the other dangling off the edge.
The team's scattered around, gearing up, and every single one of them has made a point of rubbing in your benched status.
“I just think,” Gar starts, already grinning like he knows he’s about to say something annoying, “that maybe this is a natural consequence of your actions.”
You feel a hot rush of irritation spread from your chest outward. You lift your arm just enough to glare at him from beneath it. “Leave me alone.”
“I’m serious,” he says, holding both hands up. “If you hadn’t tried to see what happens when you microwave a power core–”
“It was not a power core.” You snap back, holding yourself back from sitting up and explaining your little experiment in detail.
“It exploded like a power core.”
“It was a battery.” You try to fill your words with as violent intentions as possible, warning him that you will throw something at him.
To your dismay, he hardly seems affected by your tone, even laughing in response "You blew a hole in two walls, Wayne."
“Whatever!” You huff and drop your arm back over your face. “The room needed another window anyway.”
Cassie snorts from across the room, not even bothering to hide it as she adjusts her mental gauntlets. “Tell that to the repair crew.”
Your arm rips away from your face as you turn to look at her, betrayed, but before you can even start to defend yourself, Jaime buts in, leaning over the back of the couch to look at you. “I think it’s sweet.”
“No–” Your eyes narrow almost immediately, one hand already dragging the throw pillow out from behind your head. “I know you’re about to be a prick.”
“I think it’s sweet,” he ducks with a laugh, the pillow sailing just over his head and smacking harmlessly against the wall behind him, “--that you’re so committed to science. It’s nice to see you get in trouble for once.”
“Ha ha.” You say flatly. “Fuck you, Jaime.”
Bart's half-laughing along with the others, his eyes keep lingering on your face a seemingly permanent smile on his face. As usual, he’s not too far from you.
Cassie sighs at you before grinning, leaning into Gar. “Remember when she built that tiny drone swarm and released it into the vents?”
You sit up halfway, pointing at her defensively. “They were supposed to map the air ducts.”
Jaime raises a brow, pulling away from the couch. “One of them watched me sleep.”
You pause for a second, your hand slowly dropping to the couch. “Okay,” you say much more quietly, “well, it wasn’t supposed to do that.”
Gar breaks first, laughing loud enough that he has to turn away, while Cassie presses her lips together, but her shoulders give her away almost immediately.
Even you feel your mouth twitch despite yourself. But then you catch Bart smiling with an almost fond look in your direction.
You feel your chest tighten immediately, your face heating up to the point that you feel like fanning yourself.
You have to pinch yourself under your sleeve to stop a small squeak from escaping when his gaze meets you. Instead, you instantly flop back down onto the couch and pretend to be dying again.
That’s been a new development as of late. The little flutter in your chest whenever you notice you have his attention.
It’s annoying, almost detrimental to your health at this point.
But still, you always find yourself looking his way when anything happens. Something funny? You glance at him to see if he laughs. Something scary? Your eyes are on him before you can even stop yourself from flinching.
No matter the mood, you somehow always manage to meet his gaze, because he’s already looking at you first.
You press your eyes shut for a moment, grateful that everyone had long since moved closer to the door and that you weren’t facing anyone directly.
You try to will your heart to slow down.
You’re a Wayne. You cannot be this hung up over a boy…
A really cute, caring, sweet, considerate, ridiculously funny, absolutely perfect boy–
You’re not sure whether or not you should be grateful when your pain-in-the-ass brother decides to get involved.
“I just don’t get how half your experiments end up that messy,” he says, tone dry. “At this point, it’s almost impressive. Like you’re trying to make Batman take away your lab again.”
Of course, that sets off a domino effect, which you promptly decide that you’re very much not grateful at all.
Gar brings up the smoke bomb incident. Cassie mentions the training sim glitch that locked everyone into a twenty-minute loop of fighting holographic ninjas.
Jaime adds the time you “improved” the comm system and accidentally made everyone’s voices come out in different pitches for an hour.
It’s all lighthearted with no genuine ill intent behind any of it. Even you can admit some of your little experiments and gadgets have a tiny, barely noticeable tendency to go south.
But Bart catches what the others are too slow to see.
The flicker of your gaze, the way your fingers curl slightly into the couch cushions and the most heart-wrenching for him, the little pout of your lip into a genuine frown.
His grin falters almost instantly. A tight, uncomfortable feeling bubbles up in his chest on your behalf.
It’s stupid how much he hates it. It’s why he spent weeks figuring out which jokes actually made you laugh instead of just rolling your eyes.
Why he mentally categorized every little thing that earned him a real smile from you. Or why, making you laugh so hard you snorted, had basically given him enough energy to run across all seven seas.
He sees you shift, sitting up a little, already reaching for something mean enough to throw back at Tim.
Something that will make everyone laugh and make him regret opening his mouth, but there is a little insecure hesitation that stretches less than a millisecond, but is more than enough for him.
"C'mon, that's not fair." His voice cuts through the laughter silencing them.
He straightens a little, hands moving as he talks “She’s the reason the training sim actually works now.”
His eyes flick toward you for half a second before moving back to the others. “And that frequency dampener she built gave us the leverage we needed on the last mission.”
The team's reaction is instantaneous, Gar’s grin fades into something more curious, Tim’s brows lift, and Jaime looks between you and Bart, clearly beginning to enjoy the new direction of the conversation.
Bart shrugs; his ears are already red, but his mouth keeps going. “So she blew two holes in a wall. Big deal. Walls get rebuilt. The stuff she makes actually helps people.”
A beat passes, and his voice softens just slightly. “She’s good at it. Really good.”
You look at him before you can stop yourself, surprise cutting through the embarrassment still sitting tight in your chest.
“I’m just saying,” he adds quickly, gaze darting away. “Maybe give her some credit.”
The silence that follows is immediate and awful. But then Cassie’s mouth curves slowly.
“Well,” she says, amused. “Damn, Allen.”
His face goes scarlet, and that should probably be enough to make you leave him alone. Unfortunately for him, it has the exact opposite effect.
The pout melts off your face like it was never there, replaced by something warm and almost giddy that you don’t even try to hide.
A smile spreads across your lips as you push yourself to face him, far too interested in the way Bart is looking everywhere except at you.
“You,” you say, pointing at Bart, “are my new favourite Bart.”
Bart’s eyes snap back to you, his expression brightens in a way that makes your chest pull tight, pleased and startled and trying so badly to play it off.
“Oh, crash, really?” he says, already shifting on his feet as he needs somewhere to put all that sudden energy. “That’s funny, because you’re my favourite you.”
Your smile falters for half a second, as a new type of heat crawls up your neck before you can stop it, and you suddenly become very aware of the fact that everyone is still standing there, watching you get flustered in real time.
“Aw,” you say, a little quieter than you mean to. Your smile turns softer before you can stop it. “Thanks, Bart.”
Jaime’s grin sharpens immediately, and before Bart can even begin to process why the energy in the room has shifted, he claps a hand onto his shoulder and starts steering him toward the Zeta tube. “C’mon, lover boy. Save the flirting for after we save the city.”
Bart’s head whips toward him a whispered hiss escaping him. “I’m not flirting.”
Gar snickers, already heading toward the tube. “Sure.”
“C’mon, guys,” Cassie says, still laughing under her breath. “Let’s give the favourites some space before this gets painful.”
Bart looks like he wants to argue, but Jaime keeps walking him backwards. Still, Bart twists just enough to look back at you over his shoulder. You only lift your brows at him, fighting back a smile that is becoming harder and harder to hide.
His mouth opens like he’s about to say something else, but Jaime gives his shoulder a firm shove toward the Zeta tube before he can get the chance.
“Mission first,” Jaime reminds him.
Bart huffs, then disappears from Jaime’s grip in a flicker of red and yellow, stepping cleanly out of the beam just as it flashes.
The rest of the team vanishes without him, their complaints cutting off mid-sentence as the Zeta tube sends them away.
Bart rolls his eyes, muttering something about everyone acting like he can’t catch up in, like, three seconds.
Before you can even process the fact that he stayed behind, he’s suddenly in front of the couch again, standing a little too close with that bright, restless smile on his face.
You blink up at him. “What?”
“To make up for you being benched,” he says quickly. “You and me. After the mission. That place with the weird flavours.”
Your brows lift, and the corner of your mouth twitches despite yourself. “You ditched the team for ice cream?”
“No,” Bart says, “For you, I mean. I know you’re bummed, and everyone’s being annoying about it, so…” His eyes flick over your face for half a second before darting away again. “Wanted to cheer you up.”
Your teasing response gets caught somewhere in your throat, and you quickly look down at the pillow still sitting in your lap, fingers curling lightly into the fabric before shyly looking back at him. “Ice cream would help.”
Bart’s shoulders drop, all the tension vanishing from him so fast it almost looks like relief. “Crash. Mission first, then ice cream.”
He finger guns at you as he starts backing toward the Zeta Tube again, a grin returning in full force now that he has something to do with all that nervous energy. “I’ll come find you after?”
“Yeah,” you say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I might be napping when you get back, though. Nothing else to do since Dick took away my server access.”
“Gotcha. Beauty sleep makes sense since you’re so pret– ” He cuts himself off so abruptly his mouth stays open for half a second. “You’re… you know what? I hear Tim cussing me out right now, so I should go.”
You blink at him. “But you don’t have super hea-–”
“Speedster hearing,” he says immediately as he steps backward into the Zeta Tube, still facing you, “it’s a new thing– just realized I had it.”
Before you can question him further, the light swallows him. The second he’s gone, you collapse backward into the couch with a strangled noise.
Was he flirting with you? No. Surely not. Bart smiles at everyone. Even told a vending machine it was the love of his life once because it gave him two bags of chips by accident.
This was just Bart being Bart.
You let out a sigh as you stare up at the ceiling, cheeks still warm, mouth twitching despite yourself.
The next time you open your eyes, you’re not on the couch anymore. For a second, you just lie there, confused and heavy with sleep, trying to piece together how you got here… Right, after lying on the couch for another 30 minutes, you made your way to your room to nap.
You turn your head, staring at your window to find you hadn’t bothered to close the blinds and pause, seeing the sun up. A bit too high up to be the same day.
You sit up too fast, a hand going to clutch your head as the room spins at the motion. Still, you reach with your free hand for your phone is on the nightstand.
No messages or missed calls.
The disappointment hits hard enough that you lie back down, turning onto your side, opening and closing Bart’s contact.
The last message was him sending a stupid TikTok video, which you reacted to with a vomiting emoji.
You try to reason with yourself that maybe he is just exhausted after the mission and just crashed. He’d probably wake up any moment now and come speeding your way with apologies.
The entire day passes without a word from him, or even any sign of him at all.
At first, you try to be reasonable about it, maybe it was just something casual and in the moment, and he forgot. It happens, it’s not like it was a date. It kinda confirms that it was just something small.
Or maybe something went wrong?
It bothers you enough that you corner Cassie in the hallway where she stands texting someone. You walk up normally to her, looming into her sight of line, making her flinch, having not noticed you approach.
You stare at her, and she stares back a bit confused but surprisingly not disturbed by you before you blurt out, “Is Bart dead?”
Cassie’s brows furrow as she clicks off her phone to give you her full attention. “What?”
“Do not what me. Is he dead? Injured? Kidnapped? Blink twice if Tim told you not to tell me. And three times if it was my dad.”
Cassie’s mouth twitches, which makes your press into a flat, suspicious line. “He’s fine.”
Hearing the word fine was enough to make you pause and not protest her walking past you with a hum. Because if he’s fine, then that means he actually forgot about the plans you had. Your immediate next response was annoyance.
Standing you up? Sure, it wasn’t a date and sure, maybe you were wrong about the flirty connotations you convinced yourself weren’t there.
But this was just fucking rude. You turn on your heel, intent on finding him and giving him a piece of your mind.
However, you soon find that maybe there’s more to the situation because Bart Allen has the subtlety of a fire alarm.
The first time you see him after the mission, he spots you from across the hall, goes completely still, makes a noise like a dying barn owl, and vanishes in a blur.
The second time, you catch him near the kitchen. He looks at you, drops an entire protein bar, says, “I need to make my bed!” and runs away before you can blink.
The third time, he nearly vibrates through a wall.
Obviously, something is wrong, and everyone knows what it is except you.
Which pisses you off more than you can fathom, especially because you still don’t have server access, meaning you can’t even check the mission report yourself to see if it’s correlated.
This goes on for three days total before you cave and seek out someone as your last resort. You watch unamused, leaning against the wall while Tim finishes a set of pull-ups.
He drops from the bar with practiced ease, landing lightly before reaching for a towel. He wipes his face, not looking at you, but you see the twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“You’re enjoying this,” you accuse.
Tim shrugs, throwing his nasty towel at you. “A little.”
You scoff, batting his towel to the ground before it can hit you as you make your way to him. “What happened?”
“With what?” He replied, unscrewing his water bottle to take a greedy, fatass gulp from it.
“Do not play stupid with me, Drake. I will actually kill you.”
That gets the tiniest smile out of him as he shifts his weight to one leg, tilting his head at you, prompting you to continue.
You narrow your eyes, crossing your arms. “What happened with Bart? Why has he been avoiding me for three days, and why does everyone keep looking at me like I’m missing some massive joke?”
Tim studies you for a moment before hhe sighs. “He got hit with truth spell.”
You blink almost dumbly, out of all things you didn’t expect that. “What?”
“Klarion,” Tim says, closing the lid to his bottle. “Long story. Zatanna said it would take four days to fully wear off.”
Your brows pull together. “So he’s avoiding me because he’s worried he’ll blurt out something embarrassing?”
His mouth twitches yet again, and you want to hit him immediately. “He’s avoiding you because he already embarrassed himself in front of the whole team. He’s probably trying not to do it in front of you, too.”
Now that sparks your interest immediately as the nosey little sister you are, “What did he say?”
“That’s between him, his dignity and everyone else on the team but you.” He stretches nonchalantly reaching above his head, closing his eyes.
He cracks an eye open dropping his arms. “What?”
“He ran away from me twice today.”
Tim’s smile finally breaks through. “Yeah. He did.”
You take one step toward him. “Timothy.”
He points at you. “Careful, Dick talked to you about being aggressive with me.”
“I will get more aggressive.”
He just laughs walking past you, patting your shoulder once “One more day. Then he’ll be outside your door on his knees."
“Tim-.” You try to grab his arm but miss
He keeps walking, you swear he even starts to speed walk.
“Good luck,” he calls over his shoulder with a shit eating grin before he disappears out the door, leaving you alone with nothing but your irritation, curiosity, and a horrible, burning case of FOMO.
For several seconds, you just stand there. Partly planning Tim’s slow painful murder and on the other hand being haunted by whatever truth Bart is so desperate to hide from you.
You take a deep breath in- you should just let it go. I mean it’s not the end of the world if you don’t know right?
You immediately start moving, you’re going to find that speedy fuck even if it kills you.
The issue is making sure he doesn’t run from you. Which is a bit difficult considering the whole speedster thing he has going on.
You start peering into different rooms trying to think.
Maybe you could grab a power dampener cuff?
But that’s just a bit extreme- and you also have to get close enough to put it on him without him running so that’s out the window.
You could send him a text threatening to tell your dad?… and your dad would probably laugh at you and everyone knows it. Okay next idea.
You pause as you turn a corner as it suddenly comes to you.
Whether it be during training, a small mishap in the kitchen or on a mission when you’d otherwise fall to your certain death. Bart is there before anyone else can blink.
A mischievous grin crosses your face as a plan forms. You’ll fake a fall and he’ll have no choice but to catch you, and then you’ll attack!
All that’s left to do is find him :)
It’s takes you an annoying 15 minutes until you finally hear his voice coming from one of the training stimulation rooms.
You creep up the stairwell slowly, keeping your footsteps light, and peer through the glass just enough to see inside.
Bart is pinned near the railing. Jaime stands on one side, arms crossed, wearing a smirk while Gar stands on the other, phone in hand, recording with the shameless glee.
Bart looks more flustered than ever before. His ears are red with his hands opening and closing at his sides.
“C’mon, Bart,” Gar says, his voice almost sugar sweet. “Just one more question.”
Bart shakes his head very fast. “Nope. No. I already told you five things. Five is a lot of things.”
Jaime tilts his head leaning in. “This one’s important.”
“No, it’s not.” Bart hisses back desperately
“It is,” Gar insists, phone still raised. “Now, out of everyone on the team who would you make out with if you had to pick one?”
Barts eyes go wide, panicked. One hand flies up to cover his mouth a muffled name coming out.
Jaime raises an eyebrow scoffing. “Oh come on, don’t be a pussy, Allen.”
Gar’s grin widens wiggling his brows. “We already know. Just say it for the camera”
Bart’s grip tightens on the railing, part of you feels bad but the other part is more than aware Bart could easily run away if he really wanted to.
You have the urge to stay hidden and hear what his answer is. But you’re also anxious and you’re not so sure why.
Maybe there’s is even a tiny part that hopes he says uour name? The idea hits hard enough to make your stomach twist.
Fortunately for you you’re not in the mood to unpack that. You shake it off focussing back on your goal of cornering him as you reveal yourself.
“Hey, guys,” you say casually just as Jaime repeats the question to Bart. “What are we-”
Your foot catches on absolutely nothing and you stumble forward harder than expected, arms flailing, the floor suddenly rushing up to meet you. “Fuck—“
Then suddenly you’re upright, hands catch your waist and you hear your name suddenly blurted out from Barts lips.
He’s in front of you, fingers curled securely around your sides. For a solid moment he looks happy to see you, and you can only mirror his smile.
“You caught me,” you say and you see the truth serum pull at him. “Ill always catch you,” he says, voice strained.
Then he clamps his mouth shut. Eyes widening just a fraction as if he’s just processing the girl he’s been avoiding is in his arms.
Before he let you go and run away again, you grab the front of his shir and yank him closer fast enough to possibly rival his supersped.“Oh no, you don’t.”
Bart tenses, his eyes widen looking slightly panicked. Behind him, Gar lets out a low whistle lifting his phone in your direction while jaime leans to watch through the camera.
You ignore them completely and tighten your grip on Bart’s collar. “You and I are going to have a little chat speedy.”
Bart stammers his eyes darting toward the door. Jaime casually shifts to block it and you make a mental note in your head to treat him to ice coffee.
Bart eyes narrow slightly at his friend before looking back at you and swallowing. “Maybe later? Big fan of later, like tomorrow or the after to be safe-.”
“Nope.” You lean closer. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
His mouth snaps shut again his teeth digging into his bottom lip and he looks physically pained.
You hear Gar mutter something to Jaime along th lines of not having seen Bart hold back this long and you can’t help but soften your voice, just slightly. Beneath the annoyance you’re beginning to feel a bit guilting for prying.
“You know I have FOMO, Bart,” you say, trying to sound joking. “Everyone seems to know what’s going on except me.”
He looks at you, really looks at you, and something complicated flashes across his face.
“I thought we were friends,” you add, quieter maybe you can try for a faux guilt trip? That always gets him to laugh.
Bart’s face crumples and you straighten, this must be it! finally you’ll get to hear-
“I don’t want to just be friends with you.”
Your fingers loosen on his collar as the rushed out words barely register in your mind.
‘I don’t want to be friends with you.’
The observation deck goes dead silent immediately, Bart’s eyes widen in instant horror, but the words keep coming, “I haven’t wanted to for a long time.”
You blink hard before your hands fall away completely.
“What?” you ask, barely above a whisper. “You don’t mean that.”
Bart shakes his head hard, panic splitting across his face his voice cracking. “No- I do- I mean, I do- fuck, I- being called your friend drives me insane!”
“Okay,” Gar says quickly, all amusement gone. “That’s enough dude.”
Jaime moves forward too, expression sharpening with concern. “Bart.”
Bart backs away, one hand clamped over his own mouth, until his hips hit the railing. “I can’t be around you sometimes,” he says, muffled behind his palm. “It’s too much.”
The one guy who stood up to everyone just days ago, the one who would always listen to whatever nonsense you planned in the lab or for missions.
You are too much for him? A fucking speedster?
Your vision blurs and you blink fast, but one tear slips free anyway. You wipe it away immediately with the back of your hand.
“I-” Your voice cracks. You clear your throat and force it steadier. “Okay- wow, uh I’ll just go?”
Bart makes a strangled sound but you don’t look at him, already turning away and you walk out as quickly as you can without running.
The door hisses shut behind you. You swipe at your cheeks, angry now, but more tears keep coming.
You don’t even know where you’re going you just want to get away from Bart and the horrible, undeniable truth that he said because he couldn’t lie.
You turn a corner too fast and slam directly into someone solid. “Whoa- hey-”
Tim’s eyes widen the second he sees your face. Whatever smartass comment he had ready dies immediately.
His expression sharpens both hands gripping your arms. “What the hell happened?”
You laugh once, but it comes out broken.
“It was really funny, Tim” you say, voice raw. “The secret everyone’s been in on for three days but me? Hilarious.”
His grip tightens slightly, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Just leave me alone,” you snap, shoving past him.
Tim turns after you. “Wait- come on why are you crying,”
You keep walking now feeling even more humiliated than you were before.
He manages to catch your arm pulling you back “Hey— please? What happened?”
You yank free, not looking back. “Ask Bart.”
Then you disappear down the corridor before he can stop you again.
A/N: this was supposed to be a one-shot but I got very carried away </3. Reader has subjective hearing it seems :(
In other wordssss, I wanna try writing 1 one-shot a day (about 1K words) to get in the habit of writing more consistently :D. Occasionally I will end up way more than I meant to but it’s okay <3
