Bart studied all the history books he could get his hands on before he went back to the past. Of course, those history books were just stories from Nathan, but any info is good info.
"You know that's a one-way trip, right?"
Bart knew. He had known for weeks. You can't build a time machine without wondering whether or not you're coming back.
"Yep. Well, who would want to come back to this place anyway?" Bart would. He would want to know his soulmates, even if he couldn't have kids. He would want to meet his grandpa and be able to run freely for once in his life. Bart finished tightening the bolt he was working on and hopped in.
"WAIT!"
Oh, he almost forgot to say goodbye. "You'll need these." Nathan handed him a pair of black fingerless gloves. Puzzled, Bart took them.
"They're what I wore when I was your age. They still had bullies then. Even protests about how unnatural we bares were, covers your names ya see,"
Nathan looked at Bart's palms, where Jaime Reyes and Khaji Da were written. "Don't you worry though, squirt, you'll be fine,"
He looked forlornly in the distance, then Back at Bart again. "Much better than here." "Goodbye" That's all Bart could say. But that's all Nathan needed. He ruffled his hair again and smiled.
The past was weird. It was so colorful, and happy, and one look at the news saw that bares were fighting for their rights. Bare wasn't an insult, the word didn't even exist. Bares were allowed to actually live with their soulmates. The past was great. But soon, Bart thought it won't be. Soon the Reach will dull the color and will take away all bare's rights. Make them feel worthless and unloved. That made Bart turn the TV off.
"Something wrong, Bart?" Joan asked him from the kitchen, stopping making a huge pile of pancakes the size of the Chrysler building for a second. She was so great. She gave him all the food he wanted, talked to him, let him stay up late at night, and came into his room when he had nightmares.
"No," Bart lied through his teeth. "Just wasn't very interested in the program." He wasn't sure if program was the right word though, cause Joan scrunched her brows at it.
"Okay," she didn't ask questions though, and Bart was grateful for that. "You going to see Jaime today? You guys seem like pretty good friends."
"Yeah, I am, if I don't get a mission first," Bart smiled and glanced down at one of his gloved hands, where the name Jaime Reyes was hidden. He wondered whether when this was all over, he and Jaime could be friends.
"You and your missions," Joan shook her head, as if Bart didn't save the world on these missions, but played baseball out back. "if you do get one, Nightwing will probably put you in with Jaime anyway, he knows you two are friends."
"Yeah," Bart had noticed that they were on the same squads recently. "Well, I gotta go." He shoveled the rest of his pancakes into his mouth. "Thanks for breakfast!"
YOU ARE READING
Bare Love
Fanfiction-Keep in mind that Bart comes from a Reach ruled future, M/M would not be logical or productive, so it would have been punished- Bart Allen had done it. He'd traveled to the past, and now he was going to stop the Blue Beetle form causing the apocaly...
