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Iris sighed as yet another interview went downhill fast. Every time she thinks there is potential they hit her with the ‘so when do I get to meet the Flash.’ She thought maybe hiring friends was the easier option. They seemed to be working out great. “This is never going to work...” she mumbled to herself as she opened to laptop to see if there was anyone else that day. A knock at the door took her out of her slum and she perked up a little. “Come in..” she said leaning back in her chair. 

Coffee || Open

Despite the fact their place was spotless - a combination of the fact it had yet to barely be lived in and his own rigorous once, twice and thrice, over before the party - Jason still swept his gaze around the room with a critical eye as he went to get the door. It may have just been an excuse to see people now that things were beginning to settle down, and he was sure most people were just there to take up some free booze, this was the first time Jason had properly hosted, well... anything. So sue him, he was a little nervous.

The months of suspension had been fitful, only brief moments of clarity before his system had been flooded in response, carefully sedated through every moment and unsure when or where he was. The memories were hazy - white walls, muttered words in languages he didn’t understand, all felt like they had happened one after the other with the blink of his eyes, but there was no telling if they had been the same day, week... year. One moment he had been fighting a man who wore his face, felt the sharp, tearing strike of a blade into his arm, then the next he had felt himself carried in familiar arms. A brief moment of comfort in the fear that gripped him with every moment of consciousness.