"Dystopia, dear, will you go get us some little cakes? You know how I adore those things. And visit some of our other friends, will you?" Pandemonia says sweetly. Dystopia nods and leaves without another word.
"And Chaos, would you mind making our guest a little more comfortable? He looks a little...distressed." She smiles at the large man. He then walks over to Barry, who is gripping his cup of tea and sipping cautiously.
Chaos reaches down and Barry feels cold steel clamp tightly around his legs, digging into his suit. He shifts uncomfortably before Chaos rests a heavy hand on his neck and squeezes slightly. Barry's vision goes dark for a moment before Chaos removes his hand.
"Just for safety precautions." Pandemonia sighs at the glare on Barry's face. "I have a bit to discuss. And remember, I don't bite." She smiled before adding, quietly, "That's Chaos's strong-suit."
Barry blanched, and gave the large man a terrified look, remembering the warning from before. He set down his cup of tea and then rested his hands on the table in front of him. A strange thought crosses his mind as he swallows his last sip.
What if it was poisoned?
Then he shakes his head, remembering he can't be poisoned.
Pandemonia gently reaches over and grabs his hand. He is uncomfortable with this, but is afraid to move. Chaos is still standing over him, blankly ignoring the conversation, but keeping a close watch on Barry.
"Well, I feel like I don't even know you yet, my dear little cherry!" Pandemonia comments and grabs his other hand. They look at each other, and he doesn't answer.
"Why are you ignoring me?" She pouts, gripping his hand tightly. Barry is not sure how to answer, so he changes the topic.
"How long have you been in Central?"
"Depends...You're avoiding the question though."
Chaos leans down to whisper in Barry's ear. "You might wanna answer her questions. Otherwise...well, it certainly won't end well for you." A shiver goes down Barry's spine as Chaos straightens up. He is still unsure as to answer the question, and hesitates long enough that she sighs.
"Fine. How's this? I will answer your question if you answer mine. Fair enough?" Pandemonia lets go of one of Barry's hands to flip her shock of purple hair away from her face.
"Sure." Barry responds half-heartedly.
"I've lived in Central my whole life...Though recently I've spent a lot of time on vacation, visiting family further East. How about you?" She smiles at him and lets go of his other hand. He watches as she stands to stretch and he answers her question as she stands on her head.
"Same. Lived here my whole life." Barry looks away from her as she giggles.
"So, what's the perks of being...The Flash? Are you like immune to crime or something?" She lifted herself onto her hands and began walking on them.
"Not exactly. Speed, obviously...and well, that's basically the only perk. How about you? Do you have...powers?" Barry replies hesitantly.
She simply smiles. "A girl can't reveal all her secrets. Let's save that one...for later." She winks and flips over to stand up straight. She greets Dystopia as she comes back into Barry's sight line, carrying a covered tray.
"Hello, Dystopia, darling." Pandemonia offers her a smile.
"I have the cakes, Mistress." Dystopia bows and places the tray on the table in front of Barry.
"Oh goody! Did you also get the album I asked for?"
Barry racks his brain to remember her mentioning an album, but he can't. When Pandemonia walks towards him, pulling her chair, he feels sweat building on his neck.
