Soothsayer ⚡ Barry Allen

Talk to Me

I looked out over the city, patiently waiting. Well, not so much patiently, since I'd been waiting for three days. I hadn't gotten new orders from Talia after reporting my success, only explaining that there had been a minor hiccup that hadn't disrupted the mission. After instructing me to keep it from happening again, she was gone with light praise. I hadn't gotten any phone calls or voicemails since then, either, which blew my mind.

I could stab him and throw him off a cliff and he still came running back to me, but he sees what I've been up to these past five months for what it's really been, and he puts the space between us that his father's wanted for a long while now. And it's not like he hadn't known I'd killed people before, I did so right in front of him on two occassions now. What I do was never a secret to him, at least not for long. So I waited, for my phone to ring, for orders, for blue light to streak through the city; whichever came first. I sighed impatiently at the phone that refused to come to life after hours of listening to a mostly still city.

I perked up when I saw blue light, police sirens headed in the same general direction as it. With a soft sigh, I didn't concern myself with it, though, dropping from my perch and breaking into Barry's hideout. He was on call, his yellow crash dummy nude without his gear, his place dark and a bit shadowy. I flipped on the lights and sighed as everything came to life, missing the feel of home too much for words. I went to the bookshelf and pulled out Christine, smiling when the sketch from the back was gone. It probably drove him crazy to find it.

I sat down in his favorite chair and relaxed as I waited some more, my eyes eventually closing as I hummed to myself. Roughly half an hour later the door opened, my humming stopped and my eyes slowly adjusted to Barry as he watched me from the doorway. With a soft exhale, I stood and raised my hands, a hesitant curl to my lips. "Hiya, Bare."

"Don't," he stated, his tone firm as he shook his head. I nodded and stuffed my hands into my pockets, dropping the humor.

"I'm sorry you had to see all that. I wanted to keep that part of me away from you," I tensely sighed.

"You left me to become an assassin," he reminded, as if I needed it. "I told Snart he was crazy for suggesting it. He knows who I am." I closed my eyes, taking all the blame he was doling out, I deserved it. "You killed six people!"

"It could have been nine," I informed, my jaw tense as I met his stare. "I spared who I could." I took a deep breath and dropped his gaze, feeling the brand on my back burn. "Like I said, I'm earning my way out."

"Did Malcolm Merlyn tell you how to get out? You were locked up, but he caused an earthquake in Starling City and leveled a whole section of the town for those people. Five hundred and three people, including his own son, died that night!"

"For that he was excommunicated and I captured him for it!" I snapped, feeling my chest burn as well. "I came here and while I was supposed to be looking for him, I looked for you. I've been sneaking that damn phone around hoping I won't lose a hand for it, sneaking off whenever I get the chance to just listen to your voice!" I took a deep breath and gained some composure before continuing. "I know what I've been doing isn't all that great, but never compare me to Merlyn."

"What's your body count then? Do you know for sure?" I brought my eyes back to Barry's in a glare and took off my jacket, brandishing the band wrapping around my left forearm, just below my elbow.

"One hundred and fifty-seven," I answered without a whisp of faulter about me. One hundred and fifty-seven seperate tallies formed a winding band tattooed
on my skin. "But these are only the ones from after I joined the League."

"The League?" he scoffed, though his tone was considerably softer.

"It's quite self-explanitory: the League of Assassins. To them, all this is dead. It's dead to me when I'm there, too." There was instant hurt in his expression. "It's like I've told you, I'm not Andromeda."

"Then who are you?" he countered. "Because I've ran myself in circles trying to figure it out." I hesitated and pulled on my jacket, for once shying away from his stare.

"Well, I'm Dromi, but for the time being, I am also Al Kahin. All I know for certain is that I am me and my previous offer still stands. I'm yours as long as you'll have me." I took a breath and clasped my hands behind my back. "You'll need time to think that over." A hard, determined look settled on his face as a chill ran up my arms. I stayed still as he moved forward, the cold spreading over me telling me that this was him running. Only I realized that sometimes he didn't run at all. With his lips forming a tight line he walked over to me, bringing his hands up to my face. When he got close enough I moved out of his reach and behind him, my back now towards the door. "Take your time, mátia mou," I nodded, stepping backwards. "I'm only a call away."

Barry was thoroughly shocked, his eyes had followed me through the movement but all he could do was stare as I walked the rest of the way. My limbs were tingling already, but the sensation doubled when he stepped forward with a firm, "I love you." My hand paused at the door and I took a deep breath, not realizing how much I needed to hear it.

"I love you, mátia mou," I replied honestly, meeting his eyes before exitting. I could feel a tremendous weight lifted from my shoulders, my heart eased and my mind a bit clearer. I headed back to my warehouse top floor, relaxing against one of the support beams once safely inside.