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[The feed clicks on to reveal a red-headed teen with yellow eyes, who's currently peering at the device like it's going to explode.]

Okay, power button. Check. I thought this could be like that episode of The Twilight Zone where they execute people by blowing up in their rooms and that maybe someone was clever for a change and made the self-destruct button look like the on/off. But! Obviously not, because I'm still here.

I think I'm getting paranoid. It's like there's this voice in my head going -

[Bart holds two fingers up to either side of his head, so they stick up through his hair like ears.]

"Trust nothing."

[He puts his arms down, and he really drops them. They're just suddenly gone, and the camera picks up maybe two frames of the action, but even that's a little lost in a yellow flash. Bart only laughs with relief.]

Hey! Look at that, they weren't lying about that either. Now, if it would just hurry up and work all the time.

So, uh. Hi. Bart Allen. Anyone know where to find the games on this thing? I gotta pass the time until the rest of you slow down.

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I don't really got lot of speedster friends back home. And damn, it's awesome to not slow down for someone. And y'know. Someone who gets it.

[He smiles back. And since Bart gave out his name, he figures he should return the favor.]

I'm Tommy, by the way. Tommy Shepherd.

[Bart starts ticking off on his fingers, shrugs when he hits six and grins.]

That's the one problem I don't have. All those little whoops moments that you could completely cover for with the superspeed? Yeah, they see them.

But yeah, right now? Slowed down only for the camera and food shortage. Nice to meet you, Tommy.

[Tommy watches him count, and can't help feel a pang of jealously bolt through him. Bart obviously had people to teach him--mentors to look up to, and people who knew what it was like. He had been on his own until Quicksilver, and even then, he's not the most attentive uncle.]

Wow, that must suck. [It's hard to tell if it's sarcastic or not.]

Maybe when we're not rationing I can beat you in a race around the turtle.

[Regardless of the personality clashes he's had with mentors, Bart has always had at least one of them in his life, and he's lucky like that. Max and the Garricks give him way more stability and understanding than most teen heroes get.

But... They're still surrogate parents, and they think they know better than he does. ~~Sometimes, they're right.]~~

Kinda. They're big on homework, curfews, brussel sprouts... I can't even win a fight by saying that I've been an adult, because they just point out that, if I want to get technical, they can treat me like I'm a child.

Oh, we don't need to stop the rationing for that, because that's only going to happen in your dreams.

... You were an adult? [he frowns.] But, yeah. Okay, that sounds like it blows. You can keep that. [Guess who doesn't go to school and doesn't play by the rulessss]

Pffft. Just keep tellin' yourself that.

Edited 2013-06-23 21:32 (UTC)

[Bart doesn't address the question.]

Gee, thanks. Nah. Wouldn't give it up anyway.

River. In. Egypt.

[...]

What?

[Bart rather dramatically draws out the word denial and gives it two staccato syllables, thus making it sound like...]

De. Nile.

Edited 2013-06-24 23:35 (UTC)

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[Oh hell naw. HELL NAW.]

Dude, I'm the fastest on this damn turtle. And you showing up don't mean a thing.

You keep saying you're faster. I keep saying I'm faster. It's gonna keep going back and forth I'd really not have to resort to making the times infinity argument.

Guess you're gonna have to prove it.

Waiting for you to get fed.

Then you can take that up with the Emperor.

On it.

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