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BARRY ALLEN walked into the Cortex sporting his brand new, perfectly tailored red sneakers. It felt good to actually have shoes that fit both of his feet. Yes, he had been wearing sneakers that didn't fit for the longest time, but now that he actually found a place that had sneakers for both of his feet? He was never going back.

Barry looked over to Cisco who was currently working on his computer and chewing on some Twizzlers, "Hey, can I talk to you about something?" He asked.

Cisco nodded and Barry pulled him away from the monitor, "So, I know you are going to kill me for this, but can you make another suit?"

The red Twizzlers fell out of Cisco's mouth as his jaw practically unhinged from its place. Barry flashed to catch it and handed it back to Cisco who was speechless and starstruck.

Cisco finally snapped out of his stupor and started waving the half-eaten Twizzler in Barry's face, "I'm sorry. I thought you asked me that you want another suit?"

Barry nodded sheepishly as Cisco's eyes widened.

"Well, what happened to mine? Did it blow up again?" Cisco demanded.

"No, no," Barry started while shaking his head, "It's just, my right foot is half a size up than my left and I finally got shoes that fit for once in my life and I was wondering if you could fit it properly on my suit too?"

Cisco held up a hand to Barry, motioning him to stop talking (which Barry did if he wanted to live), "So, you're telling me that you want me to make you a brand new suit just to fit your stupid mix-matched feet?" Cisco practically yelled in Barry's face.

Barry nodded slowly as Cisco stood up and started pacing, still waving the Twizzler in his direction.

"And why didn't you tell me this when I made you the new one after Bette?" Cisco questioned.

"I-I didn't know!" Barry shouted embarrassed, "I just got these new shoes and this girl helped me and finally got me some shoes that fit. I mean, I just use to get a size up to fit my right foot cause I always try on my right first so when it doesn't fit then I go a half size up, but yesterday she helped me and she had single shoes in the back an-"

Cisco held up his hand again, making Barry stop his rant about his whole life story about his feet. "And what is this girl's name?"

Barry's eyebrows furrowed, "Why?"

Cisco's eyes bugged out of his head, "Because I wanna know who's responsible for me creating a brand new suit when you have a perfectly good one!"

"But it doesn't fit!"

"I don't care! Just be uncomfortable!"

"But it feels so good now!"

"And it feels good right now to be fully rested, which I won't be if I make a new suit."

"C'mon. You'll stay up anyway."

"Not to mention that I will have to scrap the back-up suit. And the back-up back-up suit."

"Well, it's not my fault for having so many suits."

"And that's exactly why I don't want to make another one."

"What's another suit anyway?"

"Uh, about 5,000 dollars worth of stuff and a heck load of my time!"

"Star Labs can pay for it and you basically work for Star Labs. It's kinda your job."

"Oh no, it is not my job to make you a suit when yo-"

"And what are we talking about here?" A voice interrupted Cisco. A dark-haired man wheeled in on his wheelchair through the entry to the cortex.

Barry scoffed at Cisco, "Dr. Wells! Cisco is refusing to make me another suit."

Wells cocked an eyebrow, "And why do you need a new suit?"

"His left foot is a half size smaller than his right," Cisco replied before Barry could even open his mouth.

Well's directed his attention toward Cisco, "And?"

"He already has a suit. Three of them!" Cisco sputtered out with a preposterous tone.

Dr. Wells used his stick on the arm of his chair to wheel himself out into the hallway of the cortex after he replied stoically, "And you will make him another suit, Mr. Ramon. We don't want our city hero to be uncomfortable, now, do we?"

Cisco scoffed loudly, looking between Barry and a retreating Dr. Wells before stomping off into the hallway, going the other direction to his workshop.

Barry grinned, "Love you, Cisco!"

As Barry walked away into the center of the cortex he heard a reply yelled back to him.

"Can it Barry!"

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Okay, so I will explain this in this chapter only (i think). I messed up the chapter numbers and yes, the times in which these chapters happen do matter, so I went back and fixed all of them. This is the start of this mayhem, so any old readers will have never seen this chapter before. Any other chapters that you have already read, have been moved forward one number and the next new chapter, twelve, will still come out Wednesday.

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