#speedingsecond

“Obviously…you’ve never noticed the…the color of my suit.” The Speedster said with a slight grin on his face.

“---- Funny, I would have thought the color of your suit was a different shade, but that can be changed.” A faint grin pulled across his lips, “Care to test that theory out?”

“Oh? I think I’ve been doing alright so far. You having trouble keeping up?”

“---You wish, Flash.” There was a pause, “Catch me and you will see what happens next.”

Another Speedster..

While the specific facts of the situation shouldn’t have mattered too much Eobard knew with out a doubt this would pose a specific problem. It was clear the person in question wasn’t the Flash --- that mus was true, but there was no mention anywhere of another speedster. If anything, he should have KNOWN something about the girl in question, but for the time being, he didn’t know anything, and he would have to go with what he knew.

Yes, it was DANGEROUS, but since he already conformed this wasn’t Barry, there was no real reason for him to NOT go after the other ---- if the Flash didn’t know, he could use her, and then extinguish not just the Flash’s Speed Force, but this ‘new’ threat’s as well... that was if he didn’t do it the moment they met.

Yet, for now, it seemed the time for waiting was over, and the only way forward was simply to talk to the person with-out going for anything flash; no suit, no thousand questions, but simply a few answers he thought the other would want.

However, for now, he decided to throw all formalities out the window as he folded his arms across his chest with a slight chuckle.

“Wing it?” He repeated, turning to face the other man. “You want us to wing, escaping Bats, with no weapons and you without your freaky speed power?” He summed up. “If I get tossed back into Arkham because of this I will find you and I will kill you myself.”

“It’s called WING It for a reason.” He shot back with a grunt. While he knew this would eventually happen, it was thought to be later, and not with the BAT right on their backs. If he had his SPEED, he could get out of there, but for now, he would just have to work with what he had as best as possible.

“We won’t get tossed into Arkham. I can fix this.... I JUST need a bit of time.” If he could get his device to work, he should be enough speed to get them out of the situation and if not? Well, he could always fight with out his speed.

“Considering how many names you’ve called yourself, I almost find that hard to believe.”

“Oh, you should believe it, ‘flash’. Everything you are or will ever be is due to me... I know exactly what I am, but you? I doubt it.”