Brave Bart (DC College AU)
Title: Brave Bart
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Bart Allen, and Jaime Reyes
Fandom: DC
Rating: PG
Summary: Bart wishes that he could be braver. Jaime helps.
Disclaimer:None of the characters in this fic belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Bart isn’t afraid of anything.
At all.
Sure when he was a kid living with his Uncle Max there was a time when he was afraid to go to the bathroom by himself but that was ages ago and it’s not as though the monster that lives in the sink and makes threatening noises at him would have followed him all the way to college.
Right?
Bart shivers and wraps his arms around his chest in a brief bit of literal self-loving before he goes back to what he was doing: taking apart the massive amp that Kon had brought while they were all at Walmart and then promptly forgot about it.
The thing is big enough that Bart can actually sit inside of it once all of the dangerous parts are out of the way and he has enough wires covering the thin brown carpeting on the living room floor to rewire the room. All he has to do is tuck his knees up against his chest and try not to think of how much he doesn’t really like closed in spaces and look, Ma, no hyperventilating.
Only thing is, that it doesn’t work so well.
Spending the better part of two years in and out of hospitals and getting every part of his body x-rayed has left Bart with a mild dislike for closed up spaces that is at war with his natural instinct to explore everything.
At least when he turns his head to the side, he has a good view of the front door and he knows that he isn’t trapped in the box like he would be trapped in an MRI machine or something.
A key turns in the lock and the front door to their suite pushes open.
Kon is the first person in through the door and when he sees Bart sitting in the gutted out remains of his amp, he makes a distressed noise and drops his bags on the floor. “What the hell did you do,” he squawks as he waves his arms at Bart. “Why’d you take my fucking amp apart?”
“I was gonna put it back together,” Bart shouts back. Kon’s anger makes him feel better and the shaking from the memories of his time in the children’s ward of Keystone General Hospital die down a bit. “I’m not an idiot! I would’ve fixed it if you asked.”
Kon stomps over and grabs at Bart’s arm. “J-just get out before you break it!”
He only notices the shaking that runs through Bart’s body when Tim and Jaime mention it. Jaime pushes Kon out of the way and sits at Bart’s side, looking the younger boy over from head to toe as he checks for injuries with an almost professional touch.
When he pulls back, Kon’s eyes are wide and Tim looks considering. “Where did you learn to do that?”
Jaime shrugs as he helps Bart out of the remains of the amp. “My mom’s a paramedic. I’ve seen her work.” He’s gentle with Bart as he leads the younger teenager over to the couch and make sure that he’s sitting comfortably. “You okay now?”
Bart nods.
“Panic attack?”
He frowns and ducks his head. “Y-yeah.”
Jaime touches his shoulder and squeezes it gently. “Those suck ass, man. Do you want tea or something?”
Bart shakes his head and then smiles widely up at Jaime. “Thank you.”
That’s all he can say but Jaime is totally his favorite roommate at the moment.
(Although if Kon doesn’t make him pay for a replacement amp, Jaime might just find himself being replaced for a little while).
So maybe Bart is afraid of a few things, but at least he has someone that’s willing to just be there while he panics.
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Bart Allen, and Jaime Reyes
Fandom: DC
Rating: PG
Summary: Bart wishes that he could be braver. Jaime helps.
Disclaimer:None of the characters in this fic belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Bart isn’t afraid of anything.
At all.
Sure when he was a kid living with his Uncle Max there was a time when he was afraid to go to the bathroom by himself but that was ages ago and it’s not as though the monster that lives in the sink and makes threatening noises at him would have followed him all the way to college.
Right?
Bart shivers and wraps his arms around his chest in a brief bit of literal self-loving before he goes back to what he was doing: taking apart the massive amp that Kon had brought while they were all at Walmart and then promptly forgot about it.
The thing is big enough that Bart can actually sit inside of it once all of the dangerous parts are out of the way and he has enough wires covering the thin brown carpeting on the living room floor to rewire the room. All he has to do is tuck his knees up against his chest and try not to think of how much he doesn’t really like closed in spaces and look, Ma, no hyperventilating.
Only thing is, that it doesn’t work so well.
Spending the better part of two years in and out of hospitals and getting every part of his body x-rayed has left Bart with a mild dislike for closed up spaces that is at war with his natural instinct to explore everything.
At least when he turns his head to the side, he has a good view of the front door and he knows that he isn’t trapped in the box like he would be trapped in an MRI machine or something.
A key turns in the lock and the front door to their suite pushes open.
Kon is the first person in through the door and when he sees Bart sitting in the gutted out remains of his amp, he makes a distressed noise and drops his bags on the floor. “What the hell did you do,” he squawks as he waves his arms at Bart. “Why’d you take my fucking amp apart?”
“I was gonna put it back together,” Bart shouts back. Kon’s anger makes him feel better and the shaking from the memories of his time in the children’s ward of Keystone General Hospital die down a bit. “I’m not an idiot! I would’ve fixed it if you asked.”
Kon stomps over and grabs at Bart’s arm. “J-just get out before you break it!”
He only notices the shaking that runs through Bart’s body when Tim and Jaime mention it. Jaime pushes Kon out of the way and sits at Bart’s side, looking the younger boy over from head to toe as he checks for injuries with an almost professional touch.
When he pulls back, Kon’s eyes are wide and Tim looks considering. “Where did you learn to do that?”
Jaime shrugs as he helps Bart out of the remains of the amp. “My mom’s a paramedic. I’ve seen her work.” He’s gentle with Bart as he leads the younger teenager over to the couch and make sure that he’s sitting comfortably. “You okay now?”
Bart nods.
“Panic attack?”
He frowns and ducks his head. “Y-yeah.”
Jaime touches his shoulder and squeezes it gently. “Those suck ass, man. Do you want tea or something?”
Bart shakes his head and then smiles widely up at Jaime. “Thank you.”
That’s all he can say but Jaime is totally his favorite roommate at the moment.
(Although if Kon doesn’t make him pay for a replacement amp, Jaime might just find himself being replaced for a little while).
So maybe Bart is afraid of a few things, but at least he has someone that’s willing to just be there while he panics.