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Bluepulse Week Day 1: Soulmates/Firsts

((First meeting and first time connecting. :) ))

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Being led into the cave by Wally West for his first day officially on the ‘hero’ job was pretty cool. Bart could admit that much.

“Can’t wait to see everything!” He exclaimed.

Wally chuckled, “Didn’t you see all of it yesterday, kid?”

Hearing Wally call him ‘kid’ like that almost made him choke up. His Wally, the future Wally, had called him that. Until the day he died. Of course, that Wally had been an old man, but it still hurt.

“Well, most of it,” Bart admitted, “But think I missed a few things.”

“Nightwing’s filling the team in on who you are right now,” Wally explained, “Go ahead and look around.”

Bart zoomed around, heading for the places he’d missed. Unfortunately, not paying that much attention to where he was going.

Bart smacked head-first into a teenage guy a little older than himself, knocking both of them down.

“Whoop! Sorry! Are you okay?!” Bart asked, concerned. Most people would be hurt pretty bad if they were hit by a speedster, and this guy didn’t have any obvious super powers besides the fact that he was kind of hot.

Groaning, the guy sat up, “Nah, it’s cool. I’m okay.”

“You sure?” Bart asked anxiously.

“Yeah,” The guy said, “Sorry, who are you?”

“Bart Allen,” Bart said, “Aka The Flash’s grandson from the future, aka Impulse! And you are?”

“Jaime Reyes,” The guy said, looking extremely confused. Bart didn’t blame him. Even where he came from, time travel was weird.

“Aka Blue Beetle.”

Bart’s eyes widened. Shit. This was the guy who was going to enslave all humanity? He didn’t look that dangerous. But Bart guessed he was young now. A lot could change in the few years that Bart had left to save the world.

“What?” Beetle asked. Now, he was the one who looked concerned.

Bart guessed his face must be pretty good.

“Eyyyyy!” Bart exclaimed, pasting on an excited expression, “History books don’t say a lot about you, but you were aways one of my favorites of the lesser-known heroes!”

Inside, Bart wanted to die a little at the fact that he’d just said Blue Beetle was one of his favorites, but he guessed he had to cover up the fact that he’d probably be sneaking a lot of glances Beetle’s way somehow. This was as good a cover as any.

“Oh,” Beetle seemed a little embarrassed, “Uh, cool.”

It was pretty much awkward silence until Wally came and found them.

“Hey,” He said, “There’s a mission. Nightwing needs you two.”

“Great!” Bart exclaimed, “My first real mission!” Inside, he was amazed that no one saw how he wasn’t actually excited.

...

Nightwing assigned Bart to the same team as Blue Beetle, which was good and bad for several reasons.

Good because Bart could use this to see what he was dealing with, here. He wasn’t sure yet if this Beetle could intercept an attack at super speed, or if that was a skill he’d get later.

Bad because the idea of working with the guy who had killed so many of Bart’s friends made him sick.

Of course, he’d gone deep undercover before. Posed as a servant when really, his inhibitor collar had been off the whole time. But Bart had to admit, this might be his worst assignment yet. Partly because this kid scared him more than he’d care to admit, partly because this kid was just that: a kid. Bart had killed before. But never someone this close to his own age, and definitely never someone who, as far as he knew, hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Are we going to get going?” Beetle asked, directing the question at Batgirl.

“In a second,” She said, “I need to grab some things. But yeah. Suit up.”

Blue and black plates of armor materialized around Beetle’s body.

Shit.

Bart ran to the bathroom as fast as he could, but still was barely fast enough to make the toilet as he threw up. He was shaking. Not quite crying yet, but shaking. That armor... well, it made all of it too real.

Bart knew he was moving so fast that he could be gone as long as he needed to. While in ‘Flashtime’ as it had been dubbed, no one would notice his absence.

And Beetle would never notice his death.

Bart zoomed back into the hangar, zooming past all the frozen heroes who wouldn’t notice him. He zoomed right up to Beetle, letting his hand vibrate.

But he hestitated, looking up at the boy who was barely older than he was.

This Beetle was a lot smaller than Bart’s Beetle. He was younger, too. He probably hadn’t even stopped growing yet. His eyes weren’t merciless and unfeeling; they were full of warmth and hope. Even the armor seemed... softer. Less threatening.

Not guilty. The words flashed through Bart’s head. Not yet.

Bart let his hand stop vibrating. It would be so easy to just shove it through Beetle’s chest, stop his heart, now, before the bug had a chance to do anything... but it was the fact that he hadn’t done anything yet that made Bart not do it.

Not guilty. Not yet.

Bart moved back over to where he had been standing and slowed down, out of Flashtime. Judging by the lack of response, no one had noticed his absence.

Actually, Beetle did look a little confused, like he’d noticed something. But he didn’t say anything.

I can always do it tomorrow, Bart told himself.

...

Why did Bart try to do this again?

Hanging out with Blue Beetle in superhero form after the mission was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Going out to an arcade suited-up looked dumb, anyway.

Still, Bart pasted on a fake smile and tried to act like he knew what he was doing in air hockey. It wasn’t like it didn’t exist in Bart’s future or anything.

“What makes you think you can beat a speedster?” Bart asked.

“The fact that I have a murder-bug embedded in my back that enhances my reflexes!” Beetle actually managed to score a goal against Bart.

“Murder bot?” Bart asked, “That’s how your powers work?”

Good to know. Take out the ‘murder bot’, take out Blue Beetle.

Beetle shrugged, “He’s called Scarab, but yeah.” He scored another goal against Bart, “Better step up your game, hermano.”

“Very funny,” Bart said, “So, the bug. Can I see it?”

“Why?” Beetle asked, “I mean, kinda weird request. He’s feeling kind of threatened.”

“He?” Bart asked, “That thing is sentient?”

“He doesn’t really like you calling him ‘that thing,’ but yeah. He’s sentient. Why do you ask? And shut up.” He directed that last bit at his back.

“What did he say?” Bart asked.

“Uh... he wanted me to vaporize you. Don’t worry, though. I’m not going to do it.”

Bart chuckled nervously, “That’s really weird.”

Beetle scored another goal, winning the game.

“Ha!” Beetle moved around the table, “That is how you win a game!” He raised his hand.

Bart flinched, unable to stop himself, but Beetle just clapped him on the shoulder. It didn’t hurt.

“Bart?” Beetle asked gently, looking concerned, “Was your family abusive?”

“What? Why would you think that?” Bart attempted to look confused, hoping it was enough.

“I have friends in abusive homes,” Beetle said, “I saw the way you flinched before I touched you. You don’t have to hide it.”

Bart didn’t know what to say. Jaime seemed genuinely concerned. That, and what was he even supposed to say? That whenever he talked back, or complained, or wasn’t working fast enough with the inhibitor collar on, he got the shit beaten out of him? That he had been heavily abused, hurt whenever he did something even remotely wrong, his whole life?

That he had come here to kill the person who’d abused him, and so many other kids, but that he now found himself connecting with that person?

“Yeah,” Bart admitted finally, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Jaime slowly put his arm around Bart’s shoulder. No sudden movements. No pain. Just warm, comforting contact. Bart instinctively leaned into it. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d last felt this... safe. Warm? Bart didn’t even have a word for what he was feeling right now.

“I won’t ask if you don’t want to talk,” Jaime said, “But I want you to know that I will never hurt you, Bart.”

Bart nodded. For some strange reason, he believed Jaime. The Blue Beetle in the future had to be someone else. There was no way Jaime would do this, Bart could tell. Something must happen to him in the future.

And Bart had to save him.

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