why did u eat my fries
You’ll always be an Allen.
I’ll always call you Allen.
“Very well.” Thad grabs Bart’s wrist and abruptly begins walking. It’s with intensity and briskness and he doesn’t even look at Bart. He can’t. He just keeps tugging him along. There’s a bit of a silence and then Thad asks, still not looking at him and in a voice touched with awkwardness,
“Are you hungry?”
Do that once more and I’ll end you
This was dumb. Even for Bart this was a dumb move, a move that could easily see him dead again. Agreeing to meet Inertia in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere? A desert in Mexico. One well known for Mexicans attempting to smuggle themselves into America, Bart just hoped that no one would get caught in the crossfire between them.
Everyone would be mad at him for this, but none of them could or would ever understand the pain it caused him. Bart needed vengeance by his own hand and not what the Rogues had dished out to the evil clone. It wasn’t enough, not in Bart’s mind anyway. None of his family would understand the reasoning and neither would the Titans most likely. Well except for Kon and Rose, Rose would definitely get it.
Coming to a screeched halt at their agreed coordinates, Bart simply stands and waits, further contemplating the night ahead of him. Maybe he was even walking right into a trap here? But even knowing it would not of stopped him. Bart was obsessed and addicted to taking Thad down, the cost seemed to matter not to him. All that mattered was seeing the demented clone laying at his feet, dead, injured, maimed, begging, Bart didn’t even care because any of them would do.
No one knew, no one ever knew about this side of him. They’d probably never believe it anyway until they saw it. Pure and untainted anger, rage, pain. Everyone would stay in the dark and continue to think of him as the nice guy he was, most of the time anyway. That darkness wasn’t always there though and had only been created the day that Thad started destroying his life and the lives of the people around him.
Tonight he would end that once and for all. Some way and somehow, Kid Flash was going to put a stop to this monster once and for all. Whether he actually meant himself or Thad was another question.
Thad sees Bart. He’d been seeing him for a while. Watching him. When was he ever not? It’s dark. The air’s static but not too hot. His skin itches and it’s dry but a small, cool air lets him breathe. He can see Bart’s skinny form just standing there like an idiot. And Thad imagines what it would be like to run up to him and scratch his skin off. He shakes that right out of his brain. Can’t think like that. Especially not tonight. He breathes. Glances up at the stars. Fixes on them and tries not to think about Bart.
And it’s difficult.
He runs up to him, eyes closed half of the way and dust kicks up all up and down when he stops and something small in him hopes that Bart chokes on it.
He waits. Gulps. Lets it all settle. He has to wonder if Bart’ going to jump at him or just listen to what he has to say. He doesn’t even know why he’s saying it. Why he has to. But he does. And even that irritates him. It’s difficult not to wring that neck, even now. Though it’s a lot less than it used to be. It’s lessened. Diminished. That’s probably for the best. But it’s left an empty spot.
He doesn’t know how to begin, so all he does is say the other’s name.