"Maybe ask him? You could. I mean I bet I could track him, Barry knows him, we could work something else." What? That made total sense. He needed training and he needed someone to help him so that seemed like the best idea. Either that or Barry helped and odds are, Barry would probably make it worse. Barry tried but he was not the best example of a hero.
Cisco watched as Hartley hummed curious and then suddenly -- wait, what? "Dude. That is mad freaky!"
"I guess I could try hitting up Starling City. Maybe I can train with Black Canary. You like her, don't you?" Hartley had no idea what he was doing, but all things considered maybe a stint in Starling City wouldn't be so bad. Although not seeing Cisco for a while would suck, but it would be worth it. Barry could always get him if something went down. Something worth considering.
He stopped humming and nodded, leaning back on the couch. "I know. My powers are versatile, you've no idea."
"I love her. Get me an autograph, I follow all her news stories. Oh man and take pictures!" Yes, he was getting over-excited but he couldn't help it. He loved that stuff. He flailed with Barry over that stuff. "We should spend some time apart, won't be the end of the world and you can come back all fully trained and badass. Help us fight some evil and all."
Seemed like a good plan. Kind of sucked but hell, Hartley was so powerful, he really needed the training. "You're so cool, Hart."
"Well, we have skype and all that. Plus, we can use Barry as a carrier pigeon until he catches on." Hartley smiled, seriously considering it now. He ended up with a handful of fries and his head resting against Cisco's chest. "You'd call me back if you needed me, yeah?"
He didn't really doubt that. Cisco never hesitated with asking for help. "I need to learn where the limits to this power are. If there are any. I think I also need to learn to be less afraid of using it. I should have used it against Cold."
"I support you, dude. Go learn, go train, I'll wait right here for you and I'll have your back. I promise. If we get in a jam, I'll call you. Just, you know, take lots of pictures. And give them my card." Not that he had a card yet but he'd make a card and maybe they could all come for sewing help and that'd just be so awesome!
"Hey, there's never a pressure to use your powers. Either you want to or you don't. They're pretty intense, no one blames you. Mostly people blame me right now."
"I know, but... Yeah, they are intense. But if your plan hadn't worked, somebody else could be dead and I could have stopped that. That's why I want to learn. I know I'm not responsible for everything that I can't prevent, but I'd have the chance to prevent a lot. It just feels as if I ought to try."
Hartley smiled and kissed Cisco's cheek. "Make me a costume and gear and everyone will want your card. Which reminds me..."
Hartley sat up and pulled his flute out of the other bag, also eating a bit of lettuce while at it. He handed it to Cisco. "What do you think?"
"It's going to be okay. Go, train, you'll come back and it'll never happen again. No more fear. And for my part, I'll stop making deadly weapons for super villains." Cisco grinned as he pulled himself upright, taking the flute off Haetley so he could look at it, clearly impressed by the tech and taking a little while to study and play around.
"That is so cool! Dude, this is the best. You made this?" He reluctantly handed it back and then leaned over to make some quick notes. "I have so many ideas for holsters now. I so need to break out the sewing machine."
Barry got his ass kicked by the man in yellow, we found Ronnie and he's both alive and on fire AND it's nearly my brother's birthday, grandest holiday of the year.
And you're not here to be my date. Or moral support. I don't know if you could be my date, I never told them about the being into dude thing... I might take Caitlin.
I don't want to go but Caitlin guilt tripped me into feeling bad. I haven't actually gone home in well over a year. Which I'm thankful for. I don't actually think they even noticed anyway.
Nah, it's cool. Keep working out. I'd rather have a superhero than a non-date to a lame party.
Look, I know my parents suck about this and yours have a very bad track record, but they might be better than expected. Maybe it will bring you closer. Being honest with them.
Or, if not, maybe you can at least cause them to faint.
Last time I was honest with them, my dad didn't speak to me for three months. Though what I said wasn't lovely but hell, that's not the way my family works. It's all denial, playing dumb and praising Dante, the one touched by God.
If I take Caitlin, it'll be cool. She bugged me, she has to back me up.
Just, I'm still with you, all right? I know I do weird things every night and I'm hanging out in the town of let's not finish our conversation and just walk out of the room, but I'm still yours. I think about you a lot.
Did you tell her I love her and she's like the best thing ever?
No, he asked yesterday if we needed his help. He's like a cute puppy who wants our love to prevail. But to be fair, we were the first thing he saw when he woke up from the coma.
Us making out on his bed while lady gaga played... seriously couldn't have been gayer. Caitlin was right to yell at us.
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