Young Justice One Shots / Imagines

Bart Allen || A Cliff??

Title: A Cliff??

Y/n - Your Name
Y/s/n - Your Superhero Name
Note - yeesh 

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"Are you sure they'll like me, Canary?" You ask her for what seems the millionth time of the day.

"You'll be fine, even if they don't accept you today they are bound to sooner or later. Plus there's a lot of them, one of them are bound to want to know you."

"Ahahah, can't catch me!" Somebody shouts. You don't see them, but you do see the colors of their suit for less than a split second, beige and red.

Whatever it is bumps into your shoulder, and although it was a small bump, it had much force in it and you stagger back, tripping over own feet - it be ya own feet sometimes - and falling back.

In the same second that you fall, you hands around your back and suddenly the beige and red boy is hovering over you. The position you're in closely resembles that of a tango dance where one would dip the other person.

It's not like you'd willingly shout it for the world to hear, but his facial features definitely are high up on the scale.

"Well, hello beautiful." He smirks, biting his lips before blinking twice. "I feel like we should kiss. Do you feel it? I feel it. Its probably because of the position we're in and how like in every movie when they're in position the guy just, okay. That's gone on long enough. Just, yeah, let's stand now." He helps you up, his arm draped around your shoulder.

"Names Impulse, you can call me Bart. And you are?"

You glance over at Canary who seems to be holding back a laugh.
"Y/s/n. Nice to meet you." You smile, "and... you're holding a football."

"That's not fair, you have speed!" A voice with a Mexican accent laced within it yells.

You tense up when the person stops and stares, and more flood into the room. "Oh, who's the new kid?" Somebody asks.

Impulse, feeling you tense up underneath him, decides to step up just as black canary does, but he talks faster.

"Hey, guys, this is y/s/n." He then turns to you, well, your ear since you keep your eyes glued to the floor. "You're joining us right?"

You nod, and he grins, gripping you a bit harder. "And she'll be joining this team." You feel very grateful that he's speaking for you. The grip on your shoulder ensures you that you'll be fine.

They each introduce themselves. You're not actually sure if you'll remember all of their names bur you're not about to ask them to repeat it.

"Want me to show you around?" He offers you.

You look at Canary, who shrugs. "Yeah, sure."

As you both walk past the group, the infamous batgirl who inspired you to become a fighter, speaks up, "Oh so she has a voice box."

Your face reddens when you think that you possibly just made a fool of yourself for not even talking.

"Hey are you good? You looked pretty nervous back there."

"I'm not all that good with crowds."

"You tensed up when blue beetle joined."

"My definition of crowd is three or more people." You mumble.