Soothsayer ⚡ Barry Allen

Craving A Certain Something

I grabbed the spare bobbypin I now always carried with me to instill a habit. It wouldn't help me get back into Cat's apartment, but it got me into Barry's shack just fine. Carefully bending it back into shape, I stuck it under my ponytail and walked inside. He was sitting in his "second favorite" chair, which basically became my chair when I was here, his eyes on me from the moment I came through the door. "Hey," he lightly smiled. "How do you feel?"

He stood as I neared and I held up my taped hands, the open palmed wrapping technique leaving only a small patch hidden. "Good enough to break into a gym and use their rock wall without a harness," I giggled, catching his incredilous look. My tanktop left my shoulders exposed so I turned to show him that my skin had mostly returned to its normal coloring. The only black, blues, and purples were belonging to my ink. He lifted up the back of my shirt a bit, seeming pleased at my healing by the way he lightly ran his knuckles over the stars.

"The Andromeda galaxy. You really make a joke of it, don't you?" he chuckled as he dropped my shirt.

"It's like my Hakuna Matata, that stuffs behind me, yada yada," I explained with a shrug. "You get the point." His smile pulled further back and he nodded. "Back to the rock wall, it's actually why I'm here."

"I'm scared of heights, I'm not going," he imediately cut in, making me laugh.

"You might want to when I tell you that Snart showed up." Barry's eyes widened and his smile shrunk a bit. The humor was lost in a sea of the Flash and his instinctual drive to protect me. "At the bar, I gave him my number" -- his smile shrunk further and his eyebrows raised on his forehead, making me roll my eyes -- "to get my old connections up and running," I explained.

"So why did he show up at a gym you broke into?" he asked, his tone drastically different from when I walked in here. If I knew working with Barry was going to make him this much of a drag I wouldn't have volunteered myself.

"He wanted me in on a heist." He was silent as he took this information in, so I continued on. "Considering I got locked up for a heist I have my own hesitancies about it, but it's a good way to keep my reputation. I've spent years building it and I can't start slacking now."

"No," he mumbled, a frown now pulling on his lips.

"Just hear me out," I sighed, now frowning too. "After a while, word will get out that I'm working with you. The more stable my reputation is, the longer that will take. It's less likely for people to believe if I'm still swimming with the sharks. It won't be often, and I won't do anything crazy, but I need to successfully be a criminal without the Flash showing up minutes after I do."

It sounded worse now that I said it aloud, but it was the ugly truth of turning rat; you had to play both sides, at least for a while. "What does he want you to do?" Barry finally asked. I sighed in short relief and stepped closer to him.

"Cause a distraction. That's all I know. The way Snart works, I won't know anything more unless I'm in on it." He took my hand and gently ran his fingers over my palm.

"Do you know where?" he asked, looking up to my face but continuing the motion. I shook my head. Selina had a point about information. If I told him where, it'd give him more of an oppertunity to step in.

"And you're going to keep me updated?" Though he asked in a much softer voice and learned that I respond better when he's not trying to boss me around, I wasn't going to give him the answer he wanted.

"The less you know, the better, Barry." He stopped rubbing my palm and sighed, probably thinking that working with me seemed to be like trying to get a brick wall to cooperate with his will. That's essentially how it looked from my end. "If things go well, I won't be in harms way. If I do get hurt, you're the first person I'm calling." His expression softened some but he still looked conflicted. "I haven't said yes, I'll have a few days to think it over before Snart will want an answer."

Barry slowly started the rubbing motion up again, unknowingly soothing me as he thought over the situation. "For a criminal, Snart's pretty honorable. He holds to his word better than anyone else on the Dark Side." As I had hoped, the Star Wars refrence was able to put an upward curl to his lips, at least for a second.

"Do it," he decided, his eyes moving back and forth over mine. "Just...be careful."

"I will," I nodded, closing my hand around his.

"Not your definition of careful, either," he insisted, that worried look he got when I was in prison returning and causing a small smile on my lips.

"I don't have a definition of the word. It only entered my vocabulary when you came around." It was mostly true, my only definition was not getting caught or seriously injured. Barry's definition, however, probably prohibited anything more than a papercut. Barry rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand, leading me back to the door. "Wanting me to go already?" I chuckled. I wasn't offended, leaving had just crossed my mind.

"It's Wednesday, I'm going to see my dad." I nodded, remembering how this kid kept to his schedules. "I can take you home?" My adrenaline rush had faded some time after the first mood change between us. Honestly, I was jonsing for any natural high I could get my hands on. Being outside of prison brought back the urge to use now that it was available, but Barry's Speed Force, as he had donned it, was the best thing around.

"Only if you run there," I replied, grinning when I saw the smile on his lips.

"It's the middle of the day," he pointed out, only letting go of my hand to lock the door.

"Please," I scoffed. "I've seen enough pictures of the Flash during the day. Besides, who'll know the difference with this red jacket you're always wearing?" I curled around his arms and interlocked our fingers. "C'mon, Barry. Don't be a Debbie Downer." As if to challenge me, I blinked and his hands where under my thighs with my arms around his neck, facing his smirk with an anticipating grin.

"I hope you have a good grip," he chuckled, the strips running over his shoulders and onto my arm. My muscles instictively tensed and I took a deep breath, Barry's arms sliding around my waist and under my butt the same moment that pressure forced me against his chest.

I could see vague shapes of the city but the strips of lightning flowing over the both of us and trailing out behind Barry was the main object of my vision. Both of our bodies got warm, taking away from the bitterness of early March weather. It was over soon, though, my feet were back on the ground and the blue was gone, leaving only Barry and I in the hall of Selina's building. "Good luck with your dad," I breathed, the natural high coursing through me with ripples I could feel.

"Thanks," he chuckled. This concoction in my veins must've amped up my normal gusto, because before he could turn away, I grabbed the sides of his face and lightly pressed my lips to his. I barely had him there for a few seconds before that static sounded in my ears and my lips tingled from the electricity. I opened my eyes and breathed for a long moment before walking down the stairs and around to the side of the building, texting Snart a simple, I'm in.