speedinglyâ:
Thereâs relief in his arm finally healing itself. The bone had been fractured in two places and the last couple of weeks have proved to be quite difficult to manage. He hasnât really been dealing with that trauma well as most might think but thatâs how the speedster goes about with anything that happens throughout his life. He pushes it down as if stuffing everything into itâs own concealed box. These are filed away somewhere in his mind to deal with at a later time. Tommy usually is good about keeping his composure until pushed to his limits and they all come tumbling off the shelves and the lids of each box come off â revealing his true colors all at once. He might have gotten better at showing his emotions but certain things arenât dealt with for a reason. The Shepherds? One of the memories hidden away to deal with when the moment feels right.
Plans were established that have been delayed but Tommy understands the reasoning. Yet the thought lingers, wondering when theyâll finally take action. The voice on the other side of the door pulls the white-haired boy out of his thoughts, jolting up while racing over to the door. His hand swiftly opens it up and grins up at Erik. âHi, grandpa. You came to visit me? Do you want to come in?â He leaves the door open and is racing around the room faster than anyone could see ⊠ trying to clean up a little. Mostly his snacks that he has been working on the last hour or two.
âBriefly,â Erik agreed, stepping inside. When heâd first relocated to Star City nearly four years prior, heâd lived in that very house. It had been his while he kept up the facade of abiding by the ban and taking their âout.â Heâd been a damned physics professor at their university, even. It was a life short lived and not one that he missed for a second. It had been a necessity at the time, much like that home, and heâd been content to shed both. At least the latter was being put to better use. It pleased him to be able to give it to his children and grandchildren - a small token in the grand scheme of things, but something nevertheless.Â
âI have something for you, as promised.â He held out a long box that heâd walked up to the door carrying. Inside, Tommy would find a redesigned suit. The color scheme was nearly identical to his current one. The design, armored with thin yet nearly impenetrable metal, had been carefully crafted by Erikâs own hand to shift with his body as he ran. It offered more protection, should his speed fail to let him dodge some blow or bullet. New goggles lay across the top.Â

















