Red Arrows, Gold Lightning

Chapter 8: Barry Allen

Author's Note: Hi... I'm back... I am SO sorry for leaving this story. I took a week off and that turned into even longer- But anyways, here's a new short chapter with some(a little?) fluff, even if it is a filler chapter. I can't believe that almost 230 people have read this story, and I hope that you're enjoying it, even with my wonky updating. Also, I know this is random, but my betta fish just ate my cherry shrimp and he's really bloated...

Disclaimer: I don't own the Flash or the Arrow, as well as any of the characters from them.

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Barry had mixed feelings about motorcycles. Most of the time, he was forced to run to places. But in some cases, he had to pretend to be a civilian. Hence him being taught how to use a motorcycle. He'd always wondered why he couldn't just use his speed, but he didn't dare voice his question.

He probably wasn't supposed to drive at 70 miles per hour on a city road, so he slowed down. Thea let out a sigh of relief. "And I thought that I was fast," Thea muttered.

Minutes later, they made it to the mall. Barry quickly parked and slid off, followed by Thea.

They walked over to a men's clothing store. There were belts, shirts, vests and lots of other stuff. It made his head spin. Thea's expectant yet amused look jerked him out of his confusion.

"Get whatever you want. It's on me," she said, pocketing her card. Barry opened his mouth to object, but was stopped by Thea. "Relax, I'm from a family of billionaires. Now shoo, and start shopping!" Thea said good-humoredly.

Barry got a ton of shirts and other stuff that some of the employees recommended. They walked out of the store, with some men looking at Thea weirdly. Must be because she's a billionaire.

Thea frowned as she looked into the bag of clothes he had picked out. "Why don't we get you a suit?" Thea suggested. Barry put up his hands. "Thea, I'm sure that a suit isn't necessary-" Thea waved him off. "Oh shut up. You're getting a suit whether you want it or not," she said. "But I probably won't ever use it!" Barry replied, flustered.

Thea just shook her head in exasperation and kept dragging him towards a very fancy-looking store. They stopped outside. "This is where Ollie used to get his suits. Now he has them all tailored-made. Something about how he's done growing and whatever." Barry just nodded along.

Thea kept dragging him into the shop and up to an old man in a suit arranging clothes.

"Hey, Mr. Romano!" Thea said to the old man. He looked up from his work to smile at Thea, a smile on his face.

"Thea! It's good to see you! I didn't think you'd be stopping by!" Mr. Romano said. "Who's this young man you've brought with you? Your boyfriend perhaps?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

Thea scoffed at him, while Barry looked down at his shoes. Mr. Romano laughed. "So. You need a suit, hmm? Let me measure you."

Barry stood still as he pulled out a measuring tape. His movements were refined, and he moved with practiced ease for an old man. But Barry still stood alert, ready to move.

The man led him towards a section and told him to browse. Barry stumbled around at first, but looked and saw a dark navy blue suit with a black tie. Barry frowned and looked closer. He walked up to it and touched it. It felt just like his dad's old suit-

Barry shook his head, desperate to remember. But he just couldn't. He clenched his fists in frustration. God, he wanted to hit something-

He stared at the suit for a while before silently pointing to it. Mr. Romano nodded and got it ready for him. He went to a changing room to try it on.

He came out and Thea whistled. "See, I told you this was a great idea," she said with a grin. "Thank you Mr. Rommano!" "Thank you," Barry said as well. Mr. Romano smiled as they left.

"Thea, please tell me we're done," Barry muttered. Thea looked around. "Not until we get a snack," Thea replied. "I'm starving." Barry raised an eyebrow, but his stomach growled and he caved. The only thing he had eaten in the last week was that bagel, and it was a miracle that he was still alive with his enhanced metabolism.

They walked over to a cafe. Thea quickly got them a place to sit down, and they looked at the menu. Barry ordered a sandwich and Thea ordered 3 sandwiches. Thea smirked. A waiter kept looking at him, and he awkwardly shifted in his seat until she finally turned away.

The food came faster than he expected. He scarfed down the sandwich and looked absentmindedly around the cafe while Thea finished off her second sandwich. Thea let out a groan, slumping in her seat.

"There is no way I'm finishing this last one," Thea moaned. Barry shrugged and quickly finished the sandwich. Thea stared at him. Barry met her gaze. "What's the question?" he asked dejectedly. "Also, your brother is going to kill us for going out without his permission," he added glumly. Thea shrugged. "What are your powers?" she asked quietly. "I mean, we all know that you knocked Spartan out. But how?" Barry sighed, and absentmindedly started tapping his finger on the surface of the table.

"You know about the particle accelerator?" Barry said quietly. Thea nodded. "Yeah. The one in Central City. It malfunctioned, right?" "Yes and no. Dr. Wells wanted it to explode. At least that's what I was told." he said quietly. "It wasn't a malfunction. I was given the statistics."

Thea nodded again. "I get that all the metas got their powers from the particle accelerator. But they all have different powers. But what about you?" she asked. Barry stood rigid at the table. "And you sure are going to answer me."

Barry bit his lip. "Look Thea, there are things that you don't understand-" he started. She glared at him and cut him off. "Go ahead. Try me. I've taken down a meta. I've dealt with Mirakuru soldiers. So try me."

Barry narrowed his eyes at her. "But that's just it. You don't understand what Mirakuru really is. Why don't you ask your brother? I'm sure that he'd be happy to answer that question."

He clenched his fists and tried to calm down. "Okay, then why can't you just tell me?!" Thea asked. "How hard is it?!" "Thea, it isn't my place to tell you." Barry ground out. "It's your brother's job. And I've done enough of your brother's work. Now can we just leave?" Thea pursed her lips, but tossed a fifty-dollar bill out onto the table, and got up to leave. Barry followed her in silence.

He'd already said too much.