Soothsayer ⚡ Barry Allen

Some Alone Time

In light of Ezra Miller's birthday, have a chapter ❤

"Hey, Andy. Where's your friend?" I folded my arms across my stomach, only clothed in an oversized t-shirt.

"Barry took the back door," I shrugged, looking over Lenny's relaxed form. It was bullshit and he knew it, there wasn't a back door to a third floor apartment. "What'cha doing here? You bring more pizza?" His lips curled in amusement and I thought he laughed, but I wasn't sure.

"I came to have a talk with you," he easily supplied, staring at my bare legs for a half second too long. That OCD prick was probably fully aware of that timing, too.

"Well, can we do it while I get some pants on?" I suggested with a slight head tilt.

"Sure," he chuckled, his eyes trailing me as I walked back into the safety of the bedroom. My panic was on hyperdrive due to the electricity running through me, I pulled on some jeans and instantly stepped into a pair of flats. Best shoes for spur of the moments. "You know people, you know how they talk," Lenny started as I tied a hairtie around the excess t-shirt and tucked it in.

"Oh, how they jabber," I chuckled, walking back into the livingroom. "What's the topic?"

"You." Lenny stood, and I took notice of how he wasn't wearing his goggles. They protected his eyes from the glare of his gun, and if he didn't have them on, I was relatively safe. "They say you've been working for the Flash."

"Interesting," I hummed, my brow coming together. "Wonder what gave them that idea."

"See, in the two times I've worked with you, you've been solid. You've also always been your own person." He towered over me, and I got a taste of the panic I felt on our more recent heist. God, he is tall. "You've never given me any reason to doubt you."

"Awesome," I grinned. "I always liked you best."

"Whenever there isn't a mob boss's thumb over your head, you do what you please," Leonard pointed out. "I respect that. And I will continue to, so long as you don't disrupt my plans."

"So, in other words, you're still my friend until I try and stop ya?" I asked with a quirked brow, a small, lopsided tilt to my lips.

"If that's how you see it, sure," he slightly scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Great. Then you know where the door is," I chirped, walking into the kitchen. "I'm a busy girl, Lenny," I added when he looked offended. "People to rob, people to bust, that sorta thing."

"Bust like Clay Parker?" he inquired as he walked to the front door. I smirked and folded my arms over my stomach.

"I stand up for my friends," I defended. "He should'a known better." Snart couldn't help the smile on his lips finished the trek to the door.

"I'll see you later, Andy."

As he opened up the door, I added, "The later the better, for your sake." His lips twitched and he left, my attitude slowly changing after the door shut, listening to his footsteps leave the building, which was quite difficult to do. Nearly five minutes after Snart left, I texted Barry to get to his place ASAP, quickly heading there myself.

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To say I could've walked as slow as my grandmother Ester up the stairs in her chair lift and still make it to Barry's place before he actually did, was a complete understatement. I could've driven a whole NASCAR race in that damn thing, won, had an afterparty, and still show up before Barry did. So, by the time he finally did come back, I was done panicing and worrying and now I was just generally peeved at the whole scenario.

I was reading Cell by Stephen King when the door opened, I didn't look up. "There's a Meta in the city," Barry explained apologetically. My brows furrowed, it couldn't have been coincidence.

"There's zombies in this one," I explained distractedly. "I never knew they could be so interesting so quick." My eyes widened when he put his hands on my face, instantly drawing my attention to him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner." His hair was damp, I only now realized that he was in his gear. "There's this little girl that threw a car at me with her mind, I had to chase her through the city for half the day."

"I get it," I nodded, looking back down to the book despite his hands on my cheeks. "You have a duty to this city, I knew what I was signing up for. What you didn't tell me was how good your book collection is." With a heavy sigh, Barry knelt in front of me and closed the book. I didn't have a bookmark, and he wasn't holding my place. I sat back with an irritated expression and looked at his face, raising my eyebrow in silent question.

"I am here for you, and I'll do anything you need me to, but I need your help too," he explained as gently as he could, his desperity clear. I took a slow breath before leaning forward and wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling him relax a bit as he returned my tight hold.

"I just need you with me," I sighed, unable to stay angry at him for long, especially when he was so desperate for some support. "Whoever she is, she's working with Snart."

"What makes you say that?" he asked softly, pulling back enough to look at me.

"I texted you because he came to the apartment and said he knew I was working with you." Barry's guilt came on visibly and he instantly tightened his grasp on me. "He said he didn't care what I was doing until I got in his way," I explained softly. "I'm fine." He rested his forehead on mine and kissed my cheek for a moment, holding me in place to assure himself I was fine. I titled my head into his and patted his suit. "Let's get you out of this so you can lay it out for me. Sound good?"

"Maybe a shower first?" he suggested. I smiled and nodded.

"Whatever you need." With a smile of his own, Barry pressed his lips to mine, easily helping me relax back into my chair as he stood.

"I've got all I need in front of me," he assured, pecking my lips one more time before releasing me. With a soft sigh, I looked down to my lap to find he left my book opened to the page I had left off on. Ugh, I really don't deserve him.