[ please note: barry waits until he's placed the flowers on the shelf — tucked securely and neatly away — before he does his little victory punch in the air. ]
[ smiling, ] I can always go for extra Thai. [ brushing his hands together, he looks around, as if searching for something else to fix or take down from a too-high shelf for iris west. ] Or anything you want to eat. Contrary to popular belief, I, Barry Allen, am not that fussed. [ he shrugs his shoulders before taking a step toward a shelf and removing a pot from it. he places it somewhere in the middle, sliding it loudly against the shelf. ]
[ Her paycheck - and half their food fund - thanks him kindly for that consideration. ]
Nuh-uh. I promised extra Thai, and we're gonna get some. [ She takes off her apron and nametag, finally, and turns back towards the door so they can get out of the cold and right back into that Florida heat and humidity. But! She's feeling a little silly, so she holds out her arm - ] As long as I get my Tom Yum soup, of course.
[ there are only a few things in life that get barry's heart racing: the beginning notes of "poker face", the mention of food, and iris west. he loops his arm around hers, sparing the flowers a glance over his shoulder. ] You can have two Tom Yum soups today. It's on the Justice League.
[ though he's uncertain if that's truly a thing, barry allen doesn't care. the justice league owes iris west a big one — without her, the justice league wouldn't have the flash. ]
[ Once again, he moves faster than she can even process it – and before she can even draw a breath, he's pulled out chairs. Iris laughs, shaking her head a little, ] I'm not gonna make you do that.
[ Yet she doesn't quite let go of his hand as she takes a seat. She's been especially fond of holding onto him, as if she's afraid the porter will snatch him away again. Barry is home, and when he's not with her (when he's not in this world), the world doesn't feel like home. Even if they've found a new rooftop for their nighttime rendezvous. She does, however, shift so she can pull out her trusty tape recorder. ]
Just to make it all official. [ ... ] I'm legally obligated to ask you if it's okay, so... if it's not, we're good. I brought my notebook too.
[ and two very empty coffee mugs, since every good interviewer brings a drink or two to the table. ]
[ the thing about tape recorders is if someone's savvy enough, they'll be able to pinpoint his voice. fortunately for barry over the years, the vibration of his voice — still high, still emotional, still recognisable if one was to sit and listen carefully — is enough to fool people into not tying him to the flash. he's never trusted anyone to openly record him via a recorder before, either. ]
[ he grins, big and wide, at the thought of this being old school journalism. barry nods. ] It's cool. Unless I say something stupid, then you're obligated to rewind and tape over it at least five times until I sound cool.
[ he looks to the chairs, then sits, falling into one and almost unbalancing himself immediately. most of their kismet meetings on the roof had them both standing, but given this is an interview — the interview, the one they've both been waiting for — it's best to sit down. ]
[ he suspects he's going to be here for longer than his usual two minutes. ]
[ Laurel writes, "really hard," and Iris has to stop and think about it. Compared to watching and waiting over Barry's body for nine months, this impatience feels like a flicker. A short, intense moment that'll pass once she's got the signal. ]
I don't know. We've never compared notes. We never needed to.
[ somehow, iris doubts he could ever sound that stupid, but she laughs loud and clear. this is it. the interview. the one she'd promised herself she'd conduct all professional-like, with the tools she'd acquired from journalism school. ]
You're gonna be fine. Promise.
[ she could still hear her professor's voice in the back of her mind. do her research. get a solid understanding of the person she'll be profiling. sit down and compile a file (or spreadsheet) with facts, times, and places. figure out everything she possibly can before sitting down and talking to the man of the hour himself. the wise reporter is a succinct one who also makes her interviewees comfortable. iris must've practiced these techniques on her poor dad hundreds of times - and okay, maybe barry himself back when she was still in grad school. back before the particle accelerator exploded.
prior to her big discovery, the flash's file had been barebones. she vaguely guessed his eye color and height, and she sure didn't know his age or birthplace. she couldn't even begin to guess motivations for saving people, beyond her mattering to him. iris couldn't even shake anything important out of interviewing the people the flash rescued. they knew as much as she did.
(or so she'd thought.)
it feels a little weird interviewing her best friend. it feels a little weird asking him about motivations and advice when she knows she's his driving star. she's too close, too biased for this. but she nods, peering down at their intertwined hands. she thinks she knows a good new first question - one that'll bridge the gap between csi and superhero. ]
Since I've got a better idea of your powers and what you can do with them, let's talk about your motivations. The reasons you save people and make a place like Central or Heropa so much better. [ she grins, ] I know that's a lot to ask, so we'll break it down bit by bit.
What's one thing you'd wish you'd known when you became the Flash?
Edited (god i forgot about our other thread, ignore that) 2017-11-04 18:09 (UTC)
[ that's an easy answer. barry wishes he'd known about thawne, about mom, about everything which lead to the eventual discovery of gideon and that newspaper article. he wishes he had been smarter, had somehow known the man helping him wasn't a helpful man at all. the things he's responsible for — mom's death, dad's death, thawne chasing him through time, the obvious endangerment of those he cares about … ]
[ they're fleeting feelings, untouched right now by flashpoint's one consequence that's followed him here. ]
I wish I had known just how important he would be. [ it's not i. the flash may be him, and barry allen may be the flash, but he doesn't believe himself to be the man thawne hates so much he travels back in time to try and kill his defenseless eleven-year-old self. ] I mean … [ barry shrugs his shoulder, glancing away to focus on nothing in particular on the ground. ] The Flash helped save Central City, doing what the police couldn't. I get that. But the Flash ends up being something more than that — and to have someone come all the way from the future to try and kill him because of what he does or what he represents or whatever … It's pretty big.
[ if the flash was still trying to protect his identity from iris, he'd go for a more generic response — he hadn't realised how much hope he'd represent to the city at large. he never thought people would love the flash so much they'd create drinks after him and have even merchandise. but that isn't the biggest thing, and it's in iris' favour she knows who he is now. there's no secrets she needs to be protected from at the request of an overprotective and intense-loving father. ]
[ it's with a slight smile he looks at her, shaking his head. ] You don't realise how much he's going to mean to someone. It's still overwhelming.
[ for just the moment, those memories stay intact. it's almost like those ten second migraines have completely gone ... or are waiting ... ]
[ but truthfully, she's not sure how much that conversation would help. after all, she's supposed to be patient and to wait however long it took. barry waited 26 years. her half a year looks kind of pitiful in comparison. ]
But don't go to a lot of trouble on my behalf. We'll figure it out sooner or later.
[ how Barry still manages to compartmentalize parts of himself, iris will never know.
He is the Flash, and the Flash is him. If he doesn’t believe that he would wield this influence, this kind of power just by being his charming, lovable self - then she’ll just have to make him believe in it. She sits up straighter, steeling herself for a probing question - ]
In what sense is it overwhelming?
[ for the time being, she’s not iris ann west, the best friend who’s hopelessly in love with him. she is, in this moment, the fearless reporter who has to set her inherent biases aside. she has to be neutral for her national audience. she also has to tell the story, while protecting his identity from the world, and act like she has no personal connection.
God, it’s a struggle and she doesn’t even have a secret identity of her own. ]
Or maybe I should rephrase... [ . . . ] What do you think “the Flash” represents to people?
[ that's the easiest question anyone's ever asked him. ]
Hope. [ with a shrug of his shoulder. ]
[ yes, the newspapers and magazines had outlined it in bold colours and blurry images repeatedly during the first year of the flash being active, but barry has seen a change in the city. he may be moving at lightning speeds, the world around him otherwise blurred, but he still notices things with sharpness. the city is better with the flash, even if, sometimes, he wonders if it'd be stronger without him. ]
[ ccpd aren't equipped to deal with the metas who flank the city. the flash, at least, can ensure a dad or a mom don't die on the streets, trying to protect the people of central city from a being that's ultimately more powerful than their muggle selves. ]
[ he smiles, ] Or confidence that you're pizza's actually going to arrive on time. No one has to wait sixty minutes ever again. [ barry allen, impatient for his pizza. if the internet tells him delivery time is an estimated fifteen minutes, he expects it in ten. ]
its batman. hes just... getting on my nerves, no matter how hard i try not to let him get to me. hes more neurotic than harry, and its so clear he doesnt trust us but he expects us to trust him _implicitly_. he doesnt work well with others, so i gotta wonder why he even put this team together.
[ barry had said the same thing too, more often as of late. they've taken to calling him "batguy" in casa west-allen, but admitting that out loud just seems counterproductive... ]
from what I understand, and take this with a grain of salt, he's the kind of guy who wants to share a sandbox but doesn't know how.
that doesn't make him less annoying, though. trust is a two-way street, and he needs to learn that trusting an authority figure =/= trusting a friend.
i dont think he has friends. i dont think hes capable of having friends. i dont think his parents hugged him enough as a child. and i would feel bad about saying that if he wasnt such a complete diiiiiiiiiiick.
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