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I'm in a very cracky sort of mood today (see the comments on apathocles brilliant fic for further proof of this). There's no real explanation for this. It's set a few years in the future, maybe less than that. At some point in the mean time, Cap Boomerang and Bart have dicovered they're brothers.
He was sharpening the curve of one of his boomerangs in the Rogues' secret hideout when a red and yellow blur solidified in front of him.
Or rather, didn't. His brother continued to vibrate nervously, and Owen braced himself for bad news.
"How did you know where to fi-" he began.
"I have to tell you something," Bart blurted out at speeds Owen was lucky to be able to understand. "I have to tell you first, because your family, even if you are a Rogue. That's how it happens. I tell some friends, they convince me to tell family, then I tell everyone. That's how it happens in all of the books."
"Huh?" Said Owen, which, considering the circumstances, he felt was quite an eloquent reply.
"I know we're enemies, but I don't want your feelings to be hurt because you found out some other way, okay?" Bart said, eyes wide and pleading. It wasn't fair, Owen decided. He'd grown out of being able to pull that puppydog look when he was about five. Bart was far too old for it to still work now. He had it on good authority from Captain Cold that this wasn't just a Kid Flash thing, though; all younger siblings could play innocent far longer than reason suggested.
"What?" he asked, realising Bart was waiting for a prompt.
"I'm gay." Bart stood absolutely still, feet spread, hands tucked behind his back: the picture of defiance as he made his announcement.
"Um," said Owen. "Okay." A pause. "Thanks for telling me?"
"If you're not okay with it, that's fine by me," Bart told him earnestly. "I'll just take it as more proof of your innate villainy, from your father's side, obviously, and use it to stop myself feeling guilty for not trying harder to convince you to join the forces of good."
Owen shrugged. "I'm not bothered," he said honestly. "I mean, I don't get it, and I probably never will, but it's your life. It's not like it makes me gay too, and you're not going to hit on me." Unfortunate thoughts caught up with him. "Are you?"
"Eeeew no!" Bart said, nose wrinkling in disgust. He frowned. "Unless... um, are you?"
"No!"
"Then definitely no. Though, I mean, there are loads of biological and psychological studies that show it would make total sense. It's a face shape thing, attraction, apparently, and of course sharing genes we-"
"Enough," Owen said, diving towards Bart. Bart dodged, always and forever the faster, even over short distances, but he seemed to get the message.
"Right, well," Bart said. "I ought to be going. I mean, I've told you, which was what I cam here to do." He disappeared.
He reappeared. "And, um, I want to make clear that I really won't hit on you. Really." He disappeared.
Owen sat down, heavily, and tired to sort things out in his head. He was kind of touched that Bart had come to talk to him about this, even if his reasons were a bit odd and the tangent completely disturbing. Of course, Bart now knew where the Rogues hideout was. Owen would have to tell the others, and they'd have to move all their stuff. It would be a pain to contact guys like the Trickster and the Top, and even Piper, since they lived elsewhere, to tell them the poker nights had moved. And Bart would probably just find them again, since no matter how careful you were to avoid being followed, or leaving paper trails, or telling the wrong people, there was nothing you could do to prevent yourself being found be someone with the time and inclination, and trouble with the concept of privacy, to search absolutely everywhere.
Besides, Owen reasoned with himself, Bart wouldn't exactly have time to come back, not once he told everyone else. He probably wouldn't even remember where. Possibly hadn't even realised this was the Rogues hideout.
Owen wondered how the Flash had taken the news.
Edit to add links to the prolific amount of commentfic that happened last night.
Bart goes to Owen about Rose
Pikakao's adorable Bart&Owen contirbution
Bart goes to Owen about Sex
Combined effort with apathocles exploring the idea that everyone, when picturing Robin naked, still seems to have him wearing the mask
He was sharpening the curve of one of his boomerangs in the Rogues' secret hideout when a red and yellow blur solidified in front of him.
Or rather, didn't. His brother continued to vibrate nervously, and Owen braced himself for bad news.
"How did you know where to fi-" he began.
"I have to tell you something," Bart blurted out at speeds Owen was lucky to be able to understand. "I have to tell you first, because your family, even if you are a Rogue. That's how it happens. I tell some friends, they convince me to tell family, then I tell everyone. That's how it happens in all of the books."
"Huh?" Said Owen, which, considering the circumstances, he felt was quite an eloquent reply.
"I know we're enemies, but I don't want your feelings to be hurt because you found out some other way, okay?" Bart said, eyes wide and pleading. It wasn't fair, Owen decided. He'd grown out of being able to pull that puppydog look when he was about five. Bart was far too old for it to still work now. He had it on good authority from Captain Cold that this wasn't just a Kid Flash thing, though; all younger siblings could play innocent far longer than reason suggested.
"What?" he asked, realising Bart was waiting for a prompt.
"I'm gay." Bart stood absolutely still, feet spread, hands tucked behind his back: the picture of defiance as he made his announcement.
"Um," said Owen. "Okay." A pause. "Thanks for telling me?"
"If you're not okay with it, that's fine by me," Bart told him earnestly. "I'll just take it as more proof of your innate villainy, from your father's side, obviously, and use it to stop myself feeling guilty for not trying harder to convince you to join the forces of good."
Owen shrugged. "I'm not bothered," he said honestly. "I mean, I don't get it, and I probably never will, but it's your life. It's not like it makes me gay too, and you're not going to hit on me." Unfortunate thoughts caught up with him. "Are you?"
"Eeeew no!" Bart said, nose wrinkling in disgust. He frowned. "Unless... um, are you?"
"No!"
"Then definitely no. Though, I mean, there are loads of biological and psychological studies that show it would make total sense. It's a face shape thing, attraction, apparently, and of course sharing genes we-"
"Enough," Owen said, diving towards Bart. Bart dodged, always and forever the faster, even over short distances, but he seemed to get the message.
"Right, well," Bart said. "I ought to be going. I mean, I've told you, which was what I cam here to do." He disappeared.
He reappeared. "And, um, I want to make clear that I really won't hit on you. Really." He disappeared.
Owen sat down, heavily, and tired to sort things out in his head. He was kind of touched that Bart had come to talk to him about this, even if his reasons were a bit odd and the tangent completely disturbing. Of course, Bart now knew where the Rogues hideout was. Owen would have to tell the others, and they'd have to move all their stuff. It would be a pain to contact guys like the Trickster and the Top, and even Piper, since they lived elsewhere, to tell them the poker nights had moved. And Bart would probably just find them again, since no matter how careful you were to avoid being followed, or leaving paper trails, or telling the wrong people, there was nothing you could do to prevent yourself being found be someone with the time and inclination, and trouble with the concept of privacy, to search absolutely everywhere.
Besides, Owen reasoned with himself, Bart wouldn't exactly have time to come back, not once he told everyone else. He probably wouldn't even remember where. Possibly hadn't even realised this was the Rogues hideout.
Owen wondered how the Flash had taken the news.
Edit to add links to the prolific amount of commentfic that happened last night.
Bart goes to Owen about Rose
Pikakao's adorable Bart&Owen contirbution
Bart goes to Owen about Sex
Combined effort with apathocles exploring the idea that everyone, when picturing Robin naked, still seems to have him wearing the mask