wholesome speedster shit

goodspeed:

Can't hide anything from the world's greatest detective. Yes, this is a giant middle finger to bat boy. Barry was always the reason why his cases didn't go cold in the past. Always. He just... sees things that August is too dumb or too stubborn to look at. Asking whether or not we should do things, instead of wondering if we can. Heart never had time for that. Barreling headfirst into a problem seems way more appealing than thinking about it. Notices that distant, far-off look. Speed thinking about something again, most likely. Just kinda waits and pats his head between the antlers until Barry's focus comes back; it wouldn't take too long. They've both had their fair share of regrets. Could probably string up a whole Christmas tree with them, to be honest. Bringing his brother back was a far off dream for a younger version of himself. He knew it'd cause more harm than good to muck up the timelines further- but the thought of that banana clad fucker running around, doing what <b>he</b> wanted for the sake of making him suffer? Making his friend suffer? Making <b>everyone</b> suffer? And for what? Because he's a pathetic wannabe that got jealous because he couldn't be Barry Allen? sparks. He didn't want to betray Barry, far from it to be honest. He wrestled with the demons that told him his partner was a fool for trusting Thawne the way he did, that he should pin the blame for his own death on the Flash just as much as he did for the Reverse Flash-- but then that would mean ridiculing the person who forgave his sins.. which he decided against, despite all of the protests from his bitterness. For a moment, he's quiet. Considering a multitude of things. This might be the redemption he's been looking for, or it could be the start of a flurry of problems. Much like the snowflakes that cling to the stray bits of hair poking out of his hat, he wasn't sure where they'd land. Doesn't know anyone that could predict something like that. "This doesn't mean I have to go to Super Club meetings, do I?" He hates meetings. Usually plays paper football through them.

Ballin:

Don't tell anyone -- But Batman deserved that middle finger, even if Barry considered him a friend, that man was too damn negative for his own good. August was headstrong, Barry wasn't. It was why they'd worked so well together in the past, even before they became Speedsters. They were hot and cold, polar opposites but that wasn't a bad thing, not by a long shot. A pat to his head, even after he'd came back, and he rolled his eyes with an indignant snort. Thawne did what he did because he wanted to spend time with Barry. Who actually does that???? Lord knows. Even if August doesn't blame him for anything, Barry blamed himself, and nothing anyone could say would

ever change that. The Speed force existed because of him, so who else was to blame besides himself? Nobody. Hell, Thawne's who he is because of Barry. If he could offer August redemption? He'd die doing it, August knows that. Barry can and would sacrifice himself to give his loved ones a second chance, even if that's a stupid thing to do, it's how he always has been, how he always would be. He does, though - Barry can predict things like that, even if he keeps it to himself most of the time, he sees things, he can see every possible outcome for a situation and thus far? He hasn't seen a bad outcome for this, not yet at least. "Not if you don't want to, no. I can alw

ays give you the 'too long; didn't read' of the meetings if you'd like." His now lukewarm hot coco was downed, before he pushed himself up onto his feet. He can feel it in his bones, the ache to move, the want to move. They'd been sitting for too long. His feet carry him to the trash, tossing the cup into it before he glanced back towards August. "You.. don't have to give me an answer now, I am asking for a lot." He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss having August by his side. "It's something to consider, though." A grin touched his lips, even if it was hidden by his scarf. "C'mon, there're more lights to look at, I know your legs ache, but I'm tired of sitting."

/me

They'd probably be a couple of negative Nancies if they lived in New Jersey too, to be fair. Barry wasn't far off from that back in the day, so maybe the caped crusader'd warm up some more with time. Anything is possible. Surround yourself with the right people and eventually they're gonna poke a couple of cracks in your shield. Oh- was the optimism spreading? Must've been the sugar. And, if he thinks that Heart's going to let him give up his life on his account? Nah. Not going to happen. The world can survive with one less jackass in it, but Barry? He's hope in a human being. That's a responsibility he's equally jealous and glad of not having. The way he leans really just depends on the day. Also, he's fairly sure the speed force would still exist, with or without any of them being able to take it for a ride. Then again, he's probably the least informed when it comes to knowledge of the speed force, so... maybe it's not his place to toss up such opinions. Eh. He'd still do it anyway. Nerds always need an opposing viewpoint to work from, or else they won't get anywhere. Speaking of things to think about- now it was time to consider the hero gig again. Taking a second chance and failing sounds a lot better than not taking the chance at all, but there's the wall: <b>doubt.</b> Something he's not used to in a wide capacity, so he's reluctant to say anything. Wheels a turnin' and all that. The longer he sat there, the more it hurt to sit. Welp, his bones were going to creak either way, hup.. comes to a stand and bounces on his toes, cracking his neck with one hand as the other flicks his flattened cup into the waste bin. "We can save the answer for after the holidays. That way I'll have an excuse to procrastinate. And c'mon, B. I'm not an old man yet. Sore muscles aside I'm still faster than you." There it was, that odd shift in his jaw that betrays his words. Peers off at a very i n t e r e s t i n g looking set of trees that were adorned with lights mimicking a dove's flight path through the branches, keeping his eyes affixed on the bird as it drifted alongside them. Neat little way to keep people on track while walking through the park at night.

It's physically impossible for Barry to be a negative nancy. He's too used to looking at the positives in life, -- at least now, that if he started being negative? That'd point to something being very.. very wrong. Heart can think whatever he wants, it wouldn't stop Barry, nothing could stop him once he'd set his mind on something, he of all people should know that. He might be a jackass, but he was a very important jackass, at least to Barry he was. Nah, Barry created the speed force when he became a speedster, so if he'd never became one, it'd never exist, yadayada, nothing can be done about it now. "You can procrastinate for as long as you'd like, I'm not going anywhere." The lie flowed effortlessly out of his mouth, and the only reason it was a

lie was because Barry wasn't immortal, or invincible. Eventually, he would die, but for now? He wasn't going anywhere. ".. Yeah." They both knew it was a lie. At one point, he had been faster than Barry was, but that was only because of the excess Speed Force in his body. Mind you, if Barry wanted August to be as fast as he was, he could always speed-lock him, but that wasn't important right now. Barry didn't notice it until now, but the park had become breathtakingly decorated since the sun had finally decided to set. His eyes widened in awe, and he was reminded that he needed to take moments to enjoy the little things, despite being a hero. He missed moments like this, where he could pretend that he was a normal person-- That he was Barry before the

accident, that him and August were still partners. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his coat, arms crooked outward. "You know, I missed this." He inclined his head towards his friend. "The little things, being able to forget, even for a second that I have superpowers." They're alone, so he has no real reason to pretend. A cloud of hot air wafted from his lips, curling around his head before dispersing into the cold air. He stopped abruptly, like he'd suddenly come to a realization. "This.. This could count as a date, I hope you know that." A shit-eating grin spread across his face, before he broke down into a fit of snickering; like he was a teenager instead of being a full-grown man. If Barry thought of it as a date, he kept that to himself.

augie:

You bet your ass he's going to be concerned the minute Barry stops smiling. Brusque and standoffish behavior aside, he knew who his friends were and there wasn't a question in his mind who he'd choose to put his life on the line for. Maybe his loyalty ran a little too hot, and that's what brought him to make his mistakes, but all he could do was prevent himself from making the same ones again. Yeah yeah, he wasn't going to take <b>that</b> long to make his decision, come on. His mind was almost made up, to be honest. He just had to get his personal affairs in order. All right, maybe he wasn't as limber as he used to be, but he'll figure something out. The last thing he wants to be is dead weight if they're actually going to team up again. What would be the point, if he was only a hindrance, y'know? Meh... thinking about it too much was going to give him a headache, and he didn't need that on top of everything else. Better to just let his gaze float along the cozy little wonderland around them. That was the whole reason why they were there, after all. Oh no, he wasn't about to get all sappy on him, was he?-- wait, he was laughing. Okay, maybe it <b>did</b> kind of seem like a date, but he-- Fuck. Knew he should've just picked a pub or something.. but at least it was enough to get him to loosen up for a while. "Looks like my evil plan was a success: Get Barry to relax for more than five minutes." Chuckles to himself, bringing a hand to the back of his neck. He's some villain. Shame he's trying to hang that bit of him up, huh? "But it only counts as a date if you think it is. I was in it for the hot chocolate. My mother used to drag us out to these kinds of things all the time when I was a kid. I didn't appreciate it back then as much as I used to." Furrowed brows accompany a glance to the side, followed by a... mildly sheepish grin after a bit of contemplation. If August thought it was a date- he wouldn't say a damned thing. He saves something special for the end of dates anyway, and why would he want to spoil that kind of surprise?

ballin:

August would never be a hindrance, ever-- He already had a surprisingly good grasp on working the Speed Force in his favour, not that Barry would say that aloud, August didn't need the ego boost, he knew that much. He'd been sappy for a few seconds, but to avoid making things awkward, he laughed. Probably for his own good, he doesn't know. It would've still looked like a date if he picked a pub, maybe -- Barry doesn't know jack shit about this kind of things, he's too damned busy for his own good. "I mean-" He has a point. "You're right, I'm more relaxed than I have been in a long time, I think we both needed this, even if one of us is too stubborn to admit to it." And no, he wasn't talking about himself. August was the stubborn mule between the two

of them, lets be real. Oh, what a terrible villain he truly is. "Only in it for the hot chocolate? You wound me, August! I'm heartbroken!" A hand over his chest, accompanied by fake sniffles, the works. "There's a lot of stuff we don't appreciate in the past that we appreciate now, I've come to realize. Probably because we're old farts." Another snicker -- real mature, Barry. He caught the furrowing of his brows, and the side-glance. The sheepish grin made his brows rise slowly, until they disappeared under his hat. A part of him wanted to know why he was grinning like that, but a part of him also didn't want to know. "I don't think I'll ever understand you, August." A fond smile made its way onto his face, and there it'd remain until his cheeks hurt.

Don't speak so soon on that one, jury's still out on whether or not he wants to be a legitimate thorn in his side or a playful one. No no, feel free to provide each and every ego boost you'd like- he'll eat it up with a spoon. Awkward? Barry? Never ever. He's watched so many flirty lines fly straight over his head, you'd think he built a ramp on his face or something. Also... what place could he pick that wouldn't sound like a date? Chuck E Cheese? Actually, that sounds like an awesome place for a date. Whatever. He'll leave the location of their next outing to him, then he can figure out what is and what doesn't qualify as such. Ay dios, he really is a teenager- just as goofy as ever, but that's something that hasn't changed that he's glad about. He remains in place, but the static at his back told another tale- something... much more treacherous. "Guess that means you can call me your greatest mystery, huh?" Takes one step forward, then two, til there's little more barrier between them than the layers of clothing they both wore. "I'm always happy to bounce theories back and forth between us. You know that." Tilts his chin up, to stare at the spiderweb of white lights bordering the silver glow of the moon overhead. "Until then..." ...-- PAF. If you didn't think he wasn't as childish as Barry was, you're dead wrong. Wasn't about to let all of this perfectly good snow go to waste. It was perfect snowball fighting material, and also the perfect way to snap that tension building up in his jaw.


ballin:  He'd be a thorn in his side regardless, and Barry wouldn't have it any other way, c'est la vie. Barry was- Okay, he was little bit of a himbo when it came to the affairs of the heart, if someone wasn't as blunt about it as humanly possible, it'd probably go over his head. Technically speaking, anywhere you took someone could be viewed as a date, depending on the thoughts of the two people, but that's something he can think about when he's alone, food for thought in a way. Barry'll probably be a goofy dumbass on his deathbed, it's just how he was. Nothing could change that about him, well - maybe something could change that, you never know. Barry couldn't read minds, and while he could empathetically feel the feelings of other speedsters, he ignored it out of respect for said speedsters, so while he could fee

l whatever it was that August had been feeling, he brushed it off - wasn't his business, right? Right. "Bold of you to assume I don't already call you that when you're not around!" Oh- August is close, closer than he'd expected him to be, and he blinked owlishly, as clueless as ever, or at least, appearing to be clueless. "Well, yeah! That was our favour pa-" PAF! The sound of the p e r f e c t snowball making snow hitting the ground where he had been standing. The back of August's jacket was yoinked away from the nape of his neck, and a big ole handful of snow was shoved into it before the offending hands + person doing it were gone. The park was deserted, so Barry wasn't worried about them getting caught. If August looked, Barry was nowhere to be found, but there was laughter from somewhere behind him.

goodsped:

A little bit of a himbo's an understatement, but he wasn't going to deny the fact that Barry barely had time to himself, let alone a moment to consider being with someone. Not that he could really say anything about his own romantic life; which was pretty much just fling after fling with whoever looked nice enough to keep him warm. Always said there wasn't anyone around who deserved him; though his thoughts would say the inverse opinion. What was it his brother always used to say to him? Hearts were never meant to love. Brotherly motto, followed by a sick fist bump. So, maybe his second evil plan didn't go off as well as he anticipated, because now he's nearly knocked off balance and granted the wonderful gift of a snowball --- fuckfuckfuck. Immediately slaps at his back to free the offending ice crystals with the grumpiest mug he could ever muster. "You- God dammit Barry-" Tilts his head in the direction of his laughter, and bolts toward it, surely it'd be easy to spot a red streak in all of this white, right? Conveniently enough, that would also be the direction in which there was a giant f r e a k i n g snowglobe!! Don't worry though, this isn't the work of your Central City rogues- it's just an inflatable, and a rather impressive one at that. Had a model of Central City nestled inside of a pile of fake snow, which made sense since they'd finally managed to get to the middle of the park. Must've been the big... centerpiece of the affair. Fuck. He pauses, snowball in hand, because this thing is actually pretty cool. But he's ready to smack a bitch with some snow if he comes around to stuff his shirt with ice again. :snowball: