Soothsayer ⚡ Barry Allen

Don't Touch

Terra

"Do you have a boyfriend or something?" Terra asked as I was drawing. I often drew smiles, but this one was Barry's and it was drastically different than all the rest.

"No. When I get close to people they realize how crazy I am," I replied defensively, closing my sketchpad.

"Ever since you got back from solitary you've been a lot more giddy," she pointed out.

I shrugged and grinned, "There's something about stabbing a man in the neck that brings out my happy side." Terra was still cautious around me, had even poked around my things while I was gone. I don't blame her though. However, I no longer have any contraband. Something about our cell felt off, it was the same but something about it had shifted and I couldn't decipher what.

"I'm talking about when you had a visitor. Who was it?" she pegged, causing my brow to raise.

"A new friend, what's it to ya?"

"You said we should be on good terms, I'm trying to get to know you. So far, I think if we worked together, we could get out of here," she added the last sentence in a whisper, adding a lick of adrenaline to my blood.

"Hon, you can't waltz out of here all willy nilly, you have to have a plan and you have to have skills. I have plenty of plans and skills and I still haven't managed," I explained. "So as long as you can bring plans and skills of your own, we can absolutely work together." I chuckled when Terra grew a small smile and summed her up. She had some decent muscle mass, and not everyone is just a face, after my life in Gotham I knew that.

There was something special to her, especially if they bunked her with me. It was one of the guards' easier ways to punish people in here, when it does work. However, I don't think that'd be the case with Terra. I opened my mouth to speak but stopped and turned my head, a guard appearing at our door a short moment later. "Andy," Boles greeted, clearly still unhappy with my behavior, "you know the drill."

"We'll talk later," I hummed, standing and crossing my hands at the small of my back. For once, I was quiet as Boles led me through the prison, back to the visiting area. "They questioned you," was the first thing out of my mouth after picking up the phone. I sat across from Barry, a week after the stabbing and a couple days after getting out of solitary. Though, I must say, he was a good change of scenery.

"You stabbed some guy in the neck directly after talking to me, they thought I gave you the weapon." I shrugged in understanding and he softly scoffed. "Why did you even do that?" I felt a small tug on the corner of my lips and met his eyes.

"You think I'd lose loyalty just because I got locked up?" I chuckled. I'll admit, I was extremely angry that Joker had left me as the fall guy. Still am. But if I didn't do what he asked, life in here would be more difficult than the normal survival tactics. "Even in here, I have a job to do." Barry didn't know what to say to that, I could tell. He wanted to say something, but he was thinking twice about it.

"They caught you after a robbery." Well, whatever he was debating, he was going with it. "You were one of the Joker's underlings?" I sighed and shrugged.

"I wouldn't say 'underling' but yes, I worked for him. I didn't know it was part of the plan to have me locked in here, though," I explained. "How do you know all these things, Barry?" I asked with my eyes narrowing a bit.

"You know my dad's in here, no one but me believes he's innocent, but he is," he answered, causing me to frown. He could see the question on my face, like he recognized it fairly well. "I saw it kill my mother. I just don't know what it was." My face pulled into a sympathetic frown but he just sort of smiled through it. "I'm trying to prove he's innocent, I had some time to look for things about you."

"My condolences," I murmured, unsure of how to respond to that. "From what I understand, Henry's a good man." Barry's lips pulled back in a little smile and he nodded. There was a short quiet moment and I knew the visit would be over soon, so I continued conversation in one of the ways I knew how. "I guess you missed me pretty bad, didn't take you too long to come back and see me."

Barry shrugged and laughed, "What can I say, I guess I have a thing for crazy." I giggled, a small smile of adoration on my cheeks.

"I've got crazy like a leprechaun has gold," I giggled out. A hand clamped down on my shoulder and I snapped my gaze up to Boles.

"Time to go, no funny business this time," he ordered. "Say goodbye."

I hadn't even turned all the way around before Barry spoke up. "I'll see you next week."

"Promise?" I asked with a wide smile.

"Definately," he chuckled.

"I'll hold you to it." Boles grabbed the phone and hung it on the reciever, causing a sour look to grow on my face. "Rude," I commented as I looked back to him.

"I don't have time for your games, kid. Move your ass." I rolled my eyes and gave Barry a short wave before letting Boles cuff me and push me around. "I didn't think you were one for making friends," he prompted as we walked back to my cell.

"You're joking, right? Friends help you survive, some people don't think so, but I'm that proof." Boles scoffed, I noticed his grip had tightened since the first time we met. "More often then not, friends can talk you into things you wouldn't believe."

"Okay, let's say I believe you. What type of things?" he retorted, giving me a flippant smile.

"You never know until you need it," I chuckled, waiting for him to uncuff me as we stood before the door. "Oppertunity finds you." As Boles locked the door I looked to the bunk beds where Terra was piecing togething some of my drawings. "Hey!" I took a couple steps forward and as Terra tried to scramble to appear innocent again, I mumbled, "Hey," inquisitively. She was actually onto something here.

"I didn't mean--" I held my hand up to silence Terra and continued to study the drawings. They were all different pieces of Barry's face, a couple holes where the sketches didn't meet one another, but since I had just got back from seeing him I could fill in all those details. "I was just trying to see what kind of other stuff you drew," she finally got out as I continued to look at the assortment analytically.

"First things first, last person to go through my stuff lost some fingers and a tongue, let that be your warning," I informed as I began shifting the pictures around. "Secondly, if you're going to start going through people's things in here, you're gunna have to keep a better track of time."