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Samar was sitting in the cafe, waiting for Barry. They'd planned this a while ago, but now that it was actually happening she could barely stay still. She was excited to have coffee with him.
The traffic had been absolutely horrendous, so Barry was late getting to his date. If he could call it that. It was just coffee, he told himself. Nothing special. Barry texted Samar to keep her updated and his driver finally managed to get the car up to the curb so he could hop out and get inside.
“Sorry, I’m late. I have no idea what’s going on but the roads are a nightmare right now.”
@confidxnteveryday || Professor Bedlam
Barry always met prospective clients on neutral ground. It was simply easier and safer that way. He could get a good cup of coffee and discuss business in a public area.
His typical clients weren’t usually affiliated with the government, however. He decided to hear them out because Barry was curious. He needed to know why anyone with the resources of federal agencies needed his help. They had to have a rather unique problem.
He sipped his drink and glanced up as a shadow cast down upon his table. “Yes?” he casually asked.
♂ with Fabian because I am AWFUL 8)
Send ♂ to my inbox and I will write out a "bodice ripper" title and story synopsis of our two characters as the protagonists of a romance novel.
Bravado
Fabian Cortez loves power but he also loves the ladies. He seeks the assistance of a super scientist to enhance his own abilities, and Barry Lambert can certainly aid Fabian in his quest. What Fabian didn’t expect that the women in his life would be attracted to brains, not brawn, and the scientist’s allure has his ponytail in a knot.
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💌 from Barry
Send a ‘💌’ to receive a love letter from my muse.
Mar,
I hate the way you make me feel. I wanted to break off from you because I really care about you and I know you don’t see me the same way. It haunts me, the fact that I care this much. I shouldn’t feel like this, given what you’ve done to me, but I do. I thought I was over it, but seeing you again made all of those emotions appear again.
I don’t expect you to understand the conflict that’s I’m feeling. I love you and I hate myself for it.
Barry
@saferintheshadows
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Barry turned and gazed at Mar with a cool expression. “I’m actually not suffering from buyers remorse. It might have sounded that way but no. I was merely stating a fact. It was me coming to a realization. I have a woman locked in my basement without a second thought. I am a monster.”
@theyoungergraham
Barry walked out of a small parlor near the front door of his home, carrying a small photo box. One of his bodyguards was carrying several file boxes loaded with assorted items, the other set a vase of red roses on the side table next to a sofa in the entry to his hundred-year old home. “Start calling all the comic shops, I want this stuff unloaded as soon as possible. It’s value is going to plummet as soon as everyone finds out G-Girl is no more.”
His eyes suddenly caught sight of Maddison on the other side of his clear, glass front door. “She’s early! Go.” The scientist shoed his henchmen away and they vanished into the house.
Stepping up to the door, Barry opened it for her, then slid the pocket door closed to the parlor. “You’re running a bit early...”