Bart Allen

ϟ Bart Allen. "I am normal. It's the rest of the world that's weird." Bart Allen. Or Impulse. Or Kid Flash now, I guess. Or Bart Flash. Or Bart Impulse Allen... I've heard it a lot of ways. Member of the Team, and technically negative 27 years old. 

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whctebird:

She was absolutely exhausted. Of course, it was the best kind of exhausted. An entire day of spending Uncle Ed’s money was probably the best Christmas present she could have given herself, especially since it was buying gifts for her family. And extra especially since Cass had taken her, the two of them all bundled up against Gotham’s harsh cold, trekking around the city with a growing number of bags under their arms. It was nice. Cass was quiet and Wayne Manor was big. Combine that with the fact that Nora didn’t live there all the time, and she was ecstatic for the opportunity to get to know Cass better. 

By the end of the day, Nora was a giggling, red-faced mess. She was convinced she had picked out the perfect present for every member of her large extended family — except maybe Tim and Raven, but they were weird, Nora never had any idea what they were doing or what they would like — and was now making her way from Wayne Manor back to her mother’s apartment. “Shoot, did I leave a bag, like, three feet behind me?” she asked, blowing a lock of hair out of her face, “I’m too lazy to turn around and look.”

Bart should have been more covered for winter. He’d wanted to borrow one of Wally’s coats, but it captured him like a marshmallow over a skewer. He was swimming in the fabric and that just wasn’t comfortable. So he was wearing a long sleeved exercise shirt that promised to keep the heat in, but Bart must not have been giving off must heat. He was freezing. Any time that someone wasn’t looking he’d run around to get a little heat energy. Still, this was for family. He’d endure the cold to get them presents. 

At the end of the day, Bart was red faced too. From running more than laughing, though. He saw a girl drop a bag, and he waited for her to pick it up but she didn’t seem to notice for a good while. He looked both ways, and, since no one was looking, he sped forward and was not a foot away from her, holding the bag and a big grin. “More like four feet but who’s counting. I’m not. It’d take a tape measure to be sure and it doesn’t really matter so I’ll just hand this to you.” 

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rcvenisms:

Raven laughed in spite of herself, ruffling his hair in response to his nudge. “Don’t feel too bad, those things are heavy as hell.” She took a moment to stretch, feeling her feet lift off the ground as her back arched. Almost two years later, and she still couldn’t shake the odd tenseness that spread through her muscles as she took her first steps. So much for the perfect body. “Okay kid, lead the way. Third lunch is on me.”

Bart chuckled, really not minding his hair getting ruffled. It was already a mess. Now it just looked like a mess plus loved my a little more than just wind. “That’s true.” Of course, Bart was thinking about the large, curved flat screens. Probably not what Raven thought of when she heard 20′s television set, but oh well. A lot of the parts were similar. Sort of. “Oh, yes!! You’re officially the best. Okay, hold on.” Bart zoomed off, but the only thing that changed was the wind before he was a back and listing off names of restaurants. The first few went away with the wind; he started talking to early and too fast. “...And there’s Italian five blocks away but that looks expensive, so I vote the bakery and deli thing two blocks away. They have bubble tea in oreo flavour. It’s really good.”

[bloopulse]

are you insane like me? been in pain like me?

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protectscrve:

She shrugged, eyes instinctively falling on Nora. “It’s not me I’m worried about,” she murmured, raising the mug to her lips once more. As she finally discovered it was cold, Penny pulled a face and set the mug down, still unsure of how to feel. On one hand, you almost got used to crazy threats over time. They almost never worked and, as much as she hated to admit it, it was normally thanks to vigilantes like Batman and not the GCPD. On the other hand, though, there was always the very real possibility that people, lots of people, could get hurt. She sighed, shaking the notion off. “It’s not like we can do anything, I guess.” Even as a police officer, scenarios like this were way above her pay grade.

“Me neither. I mean, I am worried for me, but think about it, Penny. There could be a bomb in this building. Or in the next one. Or in the one next to it. Or in every one.” It’s not like bomb and death threats weren’t out of the norm for the young hero. Joker bombs, though, those terrified him. Why didn’t he know about this? He’d never heard of an event like this, so there was no way he could know what happened. His brain went through all of the deaths he knew of, trying to remember dates and causes of death to figure out if he was about to loose someone. His mind came up empty, and he’d started tapping all four extremities so he wouldn’t do something in Super Speed in front of Penny. “Surely there’s something we can do. I’ll help. We can go around and evacuate people or maybe look for bombs or maybe punch the joker in the face like Captain America punches Hitler in the comics. Or we could go check to make sure everyone’s okay or we could listen to the police scanner or - or - or - ” Bart had gotten up and started pacing and he stopped for a moment to look at Penny. “So what do we do?”

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rcvenisms:

She was sure at least one portion of her features visibly twinged as if rejecting the sudden onslaught of unexpected and unwanted concern. “Down, boy. I can take care of myself.” Well, no. That wasn’t entirely true. Wally had been exclusively taking care of her for her entire time in this new body, and she suspected Bart knew that. “What do you have a taste for?”

“Everything. I have a taste for everything and I haven’t eaten in like... I think it’s been an hour. Time for third lunch!” he said with a big eager smile. he nudged her should. “I know you can take care of yourself. And if you couldn’t I wouldn’t trust me with the whole taking care of you thing. I can’t even lift a broken down tv set from the 20′s.”

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protectscrve:

At the mention of speedsters, Penny’s face immediately contorted into a frown. Adjusting the knit blanket that was draped precariously around her shoulders, she shook her head, raising the long since cold mug of hot chocolate to her lips. “This is a matter for the police, not the morons who run around the city calling themselves heroes. Speedsters are unnatural.”

Okay, unnatural hurt. Morons was probably pretty accurate. Look at Wally! Thank goodness Bart was more evolved. Time travel really helped him out, and in more ways than ‘don’t ruin the world with your energy drinks you jerks.’ “You’re right. Dagnabbit, I just wish I could help. It’s all so scary out there, you know? Somebody’s gotta help. And what if you get hurt, Penny?” As much as he was joking about not being able to help, he was not joking about worrying for her safety. “There are a lot of bombs.” 

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protectscrve:

When he was first paraded into the precinct, she hadn’t even noticed. She was at her desk, occupied with trying to unlock her phone. Someone, presumably Dick, had attempted to break into it and now it was locked for about the next week. For a cop, his detective skills were really poor. “I’m gonna kill him,” she muttered, slamming her cell into an open drawer which she then slammed shut. 

Now up from her desk, heels clicking on the precinct floor, she rounded a corner, aiming to finish filing one last thing before she went home. “Hey Wash, can you grab that file out of archives for me? The one I asked you for earlier today?” Eyes glued to a clipboard as she asked — her tone just a touch passive aggressive — Penny finally looked up to smile at her fellow officer, something sickly sweet that threatened to get her the file or else, and instead saw a rather unexpected sight.

“Bart? What on earth are you doing here?” Now frowning with furrowed brows to match, her clipboard fell to her side, looking Bart up and down. Handcuffs. Great. What was it with the kids she cared about getting themselves arrested so much?

It was the perfect plan. God, it was so perfect. Yes, unfortunately is now ‘was’ the perfect plan. He’d thought about avoiding Wally, and Dick wouldn’t bother him because secret identities and all of that, but he’d forgotten about Penny. He’d forgotten she’d be here and now he was about to be in a lot of trouble. 

When he heard her voice, his first instinct was to cower in his little, uncomfortable metal chair that was next to an officers desk. He shrunk down, which wasn’t hard because of his whole malnourished-child aesthetic. His limbs were extra bony, which was a little embarrassing, but in times like these when he could fold himself up and get as small as possible he liked it. He could run now, but maybe, just maybe, the plan was salvageable. 

“Penny! Hey! What is up?” Bart was about to phase out of the cuffs, but her eyes were already on it. God dammit. Not fast enough. “Just um, ha, thought I’d visit your place of work! Take your adorable and totally trustworthy and not in trouble young friend to work day? That’s today, right? I thought it was so I took the liberty of getting Officer, Wash was it? To give me a ride. So here I am! Wanna show me around the precinct? I’m very interested. The more I learn the more likely I can become a cop!”

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rcvenisms:

“In her defense, it’s not like she knew I was dead. And I’m not anymore.”

“I guess that gives her a pass. But I know you were dead, so do you need anything? Scone? Bingo board? Chocolates? Flowers? Food? I could go for some food how about you?”

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rcvenisms:

“Whoever decided that being a superhero was fun is wrong. So wrong. I get it, y’know. I was dead and now I’m here and it’s all very confusing and magical and exciting. But last night I knocked some guy out while he was in the process of stealing a poor old lady’s purse, and do you know what she did? She hit me with it! She hit me with the purse she would not have had if not for me. Unbelievable.”

“She hit you with it? Wow. That’s ungrateful. And aren’t you supposed to respect the dead even more than you respect old people? She should be listening to what you say and helping you cross the street and stuff.”

[bartholomewruns-blog]

“I do not like that guy’s laugh.”  Bart shivered just remembering it. He was watching an old classic, one he hadn’t seen before, and suddenly that guys face comes in and ruins his good time? Not okay on so many levels. “Why can’t the speedsters just run around and find them all? Save Gotham save the day no more joking around?”

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thethirdbluebeetle:

Biting his lip Jaime thought for a moment, looking at the people who were swarming towards them. God he didn’t know what he was meant to do to help these poor people. “I don’t know ese, I barely have enough to house myself, I can’t rehome several hundred people, I’m not Bruce Wayne.” He bit his lip and looked at them nervously. What were they going to do?

Bruce Wayne. Bart still felt pretty cool for his knowledge about the Bat’s secret ID, and he was pretty positive if he ever, ever let it out Batman would either lock him in the Batcave forever (which he wouldn’t mind) or put his head on a stick (which he would mind a little bit.) Kid Flash, ever the determined one and all too reminded of his past by the way these people were looking, sped off into action. He dusted ash off of people, bandaged wounds, and ended kneeling in front of a little girl who was crying over the loss of a beloved doll. “It’s not the same I know, but - ” Bart didn’t really know what else to say, so he handed over a doll that he’d gotten at a toy shop a couple blocks down. The girl hugged him tight and he returned the favour before he stood and went back to Blue. “I swear I paid for it. No scavenger rights.” The crowd was cleaner, hopefully more comfortable, and that little girl had a doll, but what else could he do? Dejected, he tried to smile at his teammate. “Sirens are close. We’d better go.” 

[mkaybuddy]

He’s just a kid.

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thethirdbluebeetle:

Grunting gently, Jaime shook his head and dusted himself off. Reporters and cops were swarming towards them but Khaji-Da told him that they had thirty seconds until they arrived. “Good, couldn’t let you get hurt,” he said patting Bart on the back and smiling gently, “but I don’t know about saving your life, you’d have worked a way out of that. But regardless, you’re welcome.”

Kid Flash smiled back at his friend and, with his breath back in his lungs and his heart at a normal fast rate, he spun around the the wreckage. There were people crying behind him, covering in ash and soot and everything that came along with a building falling down. Bart didn’t want to think about how these people were homeless now, but it seemed pretty prevalent in his mind. “W-What now? These people don’t have a home any more. What do we do, Blue?”

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thethirdbluebeetle:

The scarab had told him that it was a living computer that was capable of doing his algebra work for him once, it hadn’t lied. But apparently it was a living computer that was capable of doing so much more than that. But Bart wasn’t coming out and Jaime knew that something was wrong. Allowing Khaji-da to take over he plotted in a course to save his friend and then watched as the scarab flew it perfectly. He knew that he could never be that good, but still. It was cool. A second later (a literal second) and he had plucked Bart out of mid air and was placing him down on the side walk. “You ok?”

Bart’s heart was beating faster than normal. There were some times when he was slowed down so much, or rather he was sped up and the world was slowed down, that he wasn’t sure if he was breathing anymore. Right now, he wasn’t using his speed to do anything but supercharge his nervous heart and he’d never ever felt it beat this fast. A large part of the roof with an AC unit on it fell on top of him, and in his free fall he had no way to dodge it. Kid Flash had never been so happy to have a Jaime there. His hands rested on his knees and he tried to catch his breath, blinking and making sure this was real. “Y-Yeah,” he said, a hand absently covering the harsh burn on his arm. It’d heal. He looked up and smiled at Blue. “Thank you. You saved my life, hermano.” 

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thethirdbluebeetle:

As Blue carried the last victim of the fire from a higher up floor, he heard what Bart was saying and nodded. “I hear you Hermano, but you’d better be quick, the scarab says that you’ve got exactly 17.9567 seconds until this place collapses, so get your speed boots on!” he exclaimed before shooting into the air and firing a loud sonic cannon burst that was harmless, it still let off a really big bang though. Loud enough to get the attention of the onlookers and bystanders. “This place is coming down, so I need everyone to move back now.” Nobody moved. Another sonic cannon blast and they seemed to get the attention. Turning to the building he chewed his lip. Where the hell was Bart?

The scarab was annoyingly accurate. Bart thanked his lucky stars that thing wasn’t attached to his back. And brain. For a lot of reasons he was really glad about that. 17.9567 seconds. . . That could be rounded to 18 seconds, right? No muss, no fuss, easy math. All good things. Bart did take the advice of putting on his speedy boots though, running around the top floor as fast as he possibly could. Well, not really. He didn’t want to cause a sonic boom or world jump or anything like that. He heard the boom outside and for a moment slowed. That wasn’t him, was it? “Ah!” The fire, taking advantage of his distraction, grew and burned his arm. Bart winced and ran faster, trying to deprive it of oxygen. He was almost done, almost, when the floor beneath him collapsed. “Notcrashnotcrashnotcrashnotcrashnotcrashnotcrash - !! ” he said to himself, his mouth working a mile a minute. There was still fire. And he was falling. The roof on top of him was doing the same thing, and even with the world slowed around him Bart knew. He should not have rounded up. 

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thethirdbluebeetle:

Honestly, Jaime would like to say that he had a better plan than flying into a burning building and grabbing people and getting out. But he didn’t. He was actually surprised by how much of this hero stuff was made up as he went along. Surely Batman and Superman couldn’t do it like this too! Bart took the bottom and Jaime took the top. The top floor was clear and as he burst through a window and into the second floor he only had to grab a toddler who had been abandoned, handing her to a fireman on the ground he shot back off into the air. “Uh … weight training?” he said with a frown, “I guess, if you want?”

Getting the people out who hadn’t evacuated already was tiring, but the energy bar Bart had in his wrist helped. He stuffed it into his mouth without much grace, speed eating them for the energy. “Thanks, Blue!” he said with a mouthful before speeding to the bottom floor. The fire was big enough that he had to take the fire floor by floor, and he ran circles around the floor until the oxygen was sucked out of it like a vacuum. The fires on the first floor were out, and the second floor fire was withering when he got there. There was a lot of damage, and with each floor he went up he could feel the structure under his feet getting weaker. The top floor, which still had fire on it, was the place that made Bart sure this place was going down. He desperately put a hand to his ear. “This thing’s coming down! Get everyone back, I need to douse the fire on the top floor so it doesn’t spread to other buildings when it falls.” Bart had already started running, and it felt like one of those video games he’d played where the floor you stepped on would crumble a moment after. “Quickly.” 

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thethirdbluebeetle:

Whirling around in mid air, Jaime allowed Khaji-Da to perform a complicated loop-the-loop and found himself rocketing towards 10-70 on fifth. He could see the smoke from 20 blocks away and by the time he got close he could feel the heat. “This is a lot of fire for you to take care of,” he grunted, “but sure.”

A fire alarm was no guarantee of a fire, hell it could just be burnt supper, but this one was a fire. A big fire. Bart almost lost his nerve when he saw the smoke billowing into the sky. He slowed for a moment, stuttered into the comms for a second. Then he took a deep breath and ran faster. “You kidding me? I’ve got this! Deprive it of oxygen! Okay, we might need to focus on getting people out before I take away oxygen. Both on getting people out first,” he said as he spoke into the comms. He ran into the building when he got there, the heat searing. He could only get the kids and bring them out, the heavier things he’d have to leave to blue. “Hey, will you do weight training with me? I’m actually really weak.” He groaned as he picked up a older child. “Help me.”