His words barely registered with her - the anger and hurt confusing her and making it harder to control her want, her need to fight. Clenching her fists, her nostrils flared as she breathed deeply, she continued to glare at the man before her. Kara remained silent except for the rush of air pushing through her nose as she tried to calm herself down.
“What do you want, Flash?” She spat, blood boiling as she said his name. Her anger was getting harder to control. He would have to talk fast if she was going to refrain for lunging at him. Although, that shouldn’t be a problem for him.
❛ I’m sorry ! ❜ slips out in momentum, but then – alright, Barry, the specifics. he adapts with ease the fact that not everyone reflects at the speed of light, so the next inhale comes in hefty, tense shoulders loosening for a calm appearance. ❛ What I mean is – this is a big misunderstanding. I didn’t want to fight you. Your cousin set it up. Well, uh, figuratively, but I had to do everything in my power to stop you. Given the circumstances –, ❜ and the following exhale is softer with its dissolve into heartfelt territory, ❛ I’m sorry, Supergirl. ❜












