Then why are you in a cage?

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"Stop being so defensive, Cisco, just makes you seem gayer." Hartley winked, obviously not serious about that. He followed behind Cisco, hands in his pockets. "You can tell people whatever lies you want. I'm going to get my gloves and then I'm gone."

He almost said more, but he was fairly sure there were still cameras and he wasn't quite ready for that. He would just have to find other ways to go after Wells and he didn't doubt for a second that he really would. "So. Villain tech support. Whose tech did you make?"

[viber]

"I'm not villain tech support. Cold kidnapped me to fix his gun, which I made, and make one for his buddy Mick and then I had to make one for his sister and now she tells everyone." And then he looks like a chump who made people random tech and it's all kind of embarrassing. Cisco followed after Hartley, very subtly hugging himself as he tried not to think about how pissed they were going to be to know he lost two rogues tonight.

"So only like three villains at most. It's all an over-reaction." Or a very logical conclusion to draw given everything. Cisco sighed as he moved through the hallway, trying to ignore how uneasy he felt. "Try not to hurt anyone on the way home. Or, you know, ever."

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"You know, looking at our track record? I feel I'm more justified in telling you to try not to get anyone killed." Hartley made his way into Cisco's workshop, where he could find his gloves very easily. He raised his eyebrows at the state they were in, but that was nothing he couldn't fix. He looked at Cisco again, frowning finally. "...do you want me to hit you?"

It actually sounded like a perfectly sincere question.

[viber]

"Very funny. You're such a dick." Cisco rolled his eyes and just enjoyed the fact that he left Hartley with some trashed gloves and probably a long walk home so, you know, not a total loss. He still kind of got him back. Kind of. Cisco frowned at the question and opened his mouth to protest such a stupid idea when he realised that, erm, he kind of did actually.

It'd look a lot better if he didn't just let Hartley go and had some kind of battle damage but he didn't like the idea of giving Hartley that a satisfaction of hitting him. Damn. "Why would I want you to hit me? I'd be better off hitting my head against the wall, it's not like your girly punches have any impact." Might as well earn the potential punch.

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"If you say so, then this won't be so bad." Hartley transferred both gloves into one hand, then he clenched the other one into a fist and landed a solid swing on the side of Cisco's face. He didn't go all out, it wasn't as if he wanted to do any permanent damage or knock him out, but it'd definitely leave a bruise.

He pulled back, shaking his hand out. "If you think so little of 'girly' punches, you clearly haven't spent much time with girls."

[viber]

"Ow! Man! I'm letting you go, you could have hit lighter. Not cool." With a slight pout, Cisco huffed and rubbed his jaw before finally, he pointed at the door. "Go on, go. I'm having a hell of a hard time stopping you now, bro. So don't make me change my mind. And don't tell anyone I let you leave. I mean it. No one." And with that, Cisco moved away from him and pretended there was more interesting things to deal with.