< We haven't forgotten that Jason beat Tim to a pulp, tried to destroy Dick's life, and blew up a good chunk of Gotham. And there he is. >
What? If Mr. Crashout on a Helmet could be forgiven, so could his brother.
< Moving on isn't about forgetting things... Man, I would be SO doomed if it was. +
BART ALLEN
< But I just keep thinking of everything. Even if things changed. I know they didn't forget. I haven't. >
He bumped shoulders with Bart, a sublte means of connection.
< It's awkward. >
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He went to surround his brother's shoulders with one arm. Flinching ever so slighly from the small static shock.
< I... Didn't feel at home with them at first either, you know? All of them... They made it pretty hard. > He knew they werenβt in the same circumstances, but still...
BART ALLEN
Eyes turned towards his brother, a hesitance in answering him before he broke his silence.
< I just still feel weird with all these people around. Mostly the Allens, minus you. And other speedsters. >
A partial sigh from the blond while arms crossed over his chest.
".. It's hard not to."
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β Alright. β
Thad seemed... tense. Even Bart could notice that, oblivious as he sometimes was to other people's feelings.
< Do you want me to stay close to you? > he offered then. Their language, their secret. No need to feel embarrassed.
BART ALLEN
"A drinkβ?" He supposed it was hot, but his nerves were far too shot.
Being surrounded by so many heroes still was not something too easy for him. Despite it all.
"Maybe not."
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Give him a second to gather the... Impulse control not to hug his brother while soaking wet right out of the pool.
β Do you want a drink? β
BART ALLEN
He's made it there on his own accord .. but remained standing a safe distance away from most other partygoers.
β #BarrysBigSummerBlowout
