MASK OR MENACE IC INBOX

[runningstart]

WALLY WEST
"You've reached the personal voice mail of the Wall-man. The honor is yours! Leave your deets, I'll holla back atcha."
[ BEEP. ]

KID FLASH
"This is the contact for Kid Flash. If it's an emergency, call Robin; he'll know where I am. Otherwise, leave your info and I'll get you back ASAP."
[ BEEP. ]


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[heavyhitter]

[ She considers it with downcast eyes for a few seconds, working on that smoothie. Not that the question takes a lot of thought, the answer being no, but because now she's suddenly wondering about it. Eventually she glances over with a shake of her head. ]

I guess I kinda assumed you... always had them. That seems like a superhero thing, born with it. No?

[runningstart]

Not in my case. A bunch of heroes back home, yeah. Well, some of them. Some of 'em get magic rings or whatever, some of them aren't human and have powers compared to regular Joes because of it. But the Flash legacy's always been because of science. [Wally shrugs.] First Flash had an accident. The one after that recreated it, and then I recreated it from him a few years ago.

[Wally sips his smoothie, staring down at their knees almost touching, deep in thought.] What I'm trying to say, [he says,] is I don't know what you're going through right now, but if there's a way to fix it I'll help. Because feeling like everything inside of you is just wrong is the worst feeling there is.

[heavyhitter]

[ She watches him, looking increasingly more impressed as he speaks. People giving themselves superpowers had, somehow, never actually occurred to her. It's obvious now, of course that happens — and Wally's done it, apparently. A grin breaks over her face. ]

Holy shit, I haven't given you nearly enough credit. You're awesome. [ She sets down her smoothie next to her to lean in, shifting to wrap both arms tightly around him. If there's one nice thing about this whole even, it's that she doesn't have to have that undercurrent of caution in her hugs. She can hug just as tight as she wants to. ] And a good fucking friend, too.

[runningstart]

[Which is really nice. Superboy isn't much of a hugger so Wally generally doesn't have to worry about rib-crushing affection, but Ramir's always got this air of hesitance around here that Wally can recognize from being around way too many people with superstrength picking up drinking glasses.

Besides, he doesn't get enough of this anyway, without his parents or his aunt or uncle here.

So he grabs her back just as tight and closes his eyes.] You deserve a good friend. You're always doing all this crap for me and not asking for anything, so. And I'm serious; this doesn't fix itself and you wanna science the crap out of the problem? I'm here for you.

[heavyhitter]

God, shut up, you're gonna make me cry.

[ Which would not really be an issue, that's just fair warning. She holds tight a little while longer, then pulls back to plant a kiss on his cheek. Her smile is warm when she pulls back fully. ]

I'm counting on this being a temporary thing, but if I'm wrong I'm so taking you up on that. [ the smile fades out again, back into something neutral. ] I can't fucking stand this.

[runningstart]

[Wally rubs the back of his neck, giving her a sympathetic look. Maybe a gym wasn't a good idea; workouts are great for burning anger, but she seems more despondent than anything and maybe pumping iron like this will just make it worse. He jerks his head toward the door.] Do you wanna stick around here, or you wanna blow this popsicle stand?

[heavyhitter]

[ She takes a good few seconds to consider that one... it's kinda cold out today, and a smoothie is no hot chocolate. But it does sound better than just sitting around. So she draws herself to her feet with a sigh. ]

Yeah, let's walk. It'll discourage little old ladies from listening in on all our top secret conversations.

[ There is a little old lady near by, as a matter of fact, who doesn't even glance up from her book. She was less than engrossed, apparently. ]