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Title: Coffee Break
Universe: DC Comics
Rating: G
Summery: Bart has a meeting over coffee.
Bart Allen ran his hand over his hair in an attempt to flatten it. His hair, naturally, refused to have anything to do with this plan and immediately sprang back into place.
Clearly, it conspired against him.
For the third time in the past minute, he looked at the clock.
He's not gonna show, Bart thought. I should just go.
He was gathering up the remains of the four lattes he'd drunk when the door to the Starbucks swung open. Bart's head swung around to face the newcomer, searching for something familiar there.
He had reddish brown hair and large greenish eyes in a thin face with a sharp nose, and a chin stripe.
He has Mom's nose. Bart thought. "Owen? I'm Bart." He stuck out a hand, smiling shyly.
Owen's hand was warm and a little rough as it clasped his, and his voice carried a faint accent. "I thought you'd be shorter." He smiled crookedly.
"Growth spurt," Bart said with a shrug. Four years subjectively spent in the Speed Force. "Thanks for meeting me."
"The Boss thought it'd be a good idea for me to connect with the family I've got." Owen said with a little shrug of his own. "I'll admit, I'm a little surprised. With everything, I mean." He made a vague gesture, like he was throwing something.
"Like you said, we're family." Bart Dropped into his chair like a stone. "We should get to know each other."
"Right." Owen settled lightly into the chair opposite Bart, his eyes flicking around the room. "So."
"So." Bart said. He had a plan coming into this. Unfortunately, this was as far as the plan went. "What's your favorite move?" he blurted out.
"Evil Dead II." Owen said automatically, looking mildly surprised.
"First Sam Raimi move to feature his brother Ted, best known for his role as Joxer the Mighty on Xena, Warrior Princess." Bart said, equally automatically.
Owen smiled, just a bit. "Right, as Henrietta in the Cellar. It's generally billed as a sequel to Evil Dead..."
"But it's really more of a remake." Bart finished.
"Favorite book." Owen said, resting his arms on the table.
"A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Mark Twain."
"Y'know, I've never read it? Just seen the thousands of movie adaptations." Owen admitted. "Most of them sucked."
"I can lend you a copy." Bart offered. "What's yours?"
"Last Continent, Terry Pratchett."
"Read any of the others."
"Own most of them." Owen admitted. "Alright, my turn. Childhood."
"Raised in the 30th Century in VR until Grandma broke me out and took me to the Flash so I'd stop speed-aging. Then I lived with Max Mercury and ran around as Impulse. The Max went into the Speed Force, and I went to live with Jay, and I became Kid Flash. Then..." He made a vague gesture with his hand towards his face and body. "Your turn."
"I was adopted by the Mercers when I was really young. Other the biological family thing, my childhood was... normal." He grinned. "I've got a little sister who'd kill for your autograph."
"Really?"
"Really. She's mad for super heroes. She'd give me her soul for Wonder Girl's signature."
Bart couldn't help but laugh.
Universe: DC Comics
Rating: G
Summery: Bart has a meeting over coffee.
Bart Allen ran his hand over his hair in an attempt to flatten it. His hair, naturally, refused to have anything to do with this plan and immediately sprang back into place.
Clearly, it conspired against him.
For the third time in the past minute, he looked at the clock.
He's not gonna show, Bart thought. I should just go.
He was gathering up the remains of the four lattes he'd drunk when the door to the Starbucks swung open. Bart's head swung around to face the newcomer, searching for something familiar there.
He had reddish brown hair and large greenish eyes in a thin face with a sharp nose, and a chin stripe.
He has Mom's nose. Bart thought. "Owen? I'm Bart." He stuck out a hand, smiling shyly.
Owen's hand was warm and a little rough as it clasped his, and his voice carried a faint accent. "I thought you'd be shorter." He smiled crookedly.
"Growth spurt," Bart said with a shrug. Four years subjectively spent in the Speed Force. "Thanks for meeting me."
"The Boss thought it'd be a good idea for me to connect with the family I've got." Owen said with a little shrug of his own. "I'll admit, I'm a little surprised. With everything, I mean." He made a vague gesture, like he was throwing something.
"Like you said, we're family." Bart Dropped into his chair like a stone. "We should get to know each other."
"Right." Owen settled lightly into the chair opposite Bart, his eyes flicking around the room. "So."
"So." Bart said. He had a plan coming into this. Unfortunately, this was as far as the plan went. "What's your favorite move?" he blurted out.
"Evil Dead II." Owen said automatically, looking mildly surprised.
"First Sam Raimi move to feature his brother Ted, best known for his role as Joxer the Mighty on Xena, Warrior Princess." Bart said, equally automatically.
Owen smiled, just a bit. "Right, as Henrietta in the Cellar. It's generally billed as a sequel to Evil Dead..."
"But it's really more of a remake." Bart finished.
"Favorite book." Owen said, resting his arms on the table.
"A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Mark Twain."
"Y'know, I've never read it? Just seen the thousands of movie adaptations." Owen admitted. "Most of them sucked."
"I can lend you a copy." Bart offered. "What's yours?"
"Last Continent, Terry Pratchett."
"Read any of the others."
"Own most of them." Owen admitted. "Alright, my turn. Childhood."
"Raised in the 30th Century in VR until Grandma broke me out and took me to the Flash so I'd stop speed-aging. Then I lived with Max Mercury and ran around as Impulse. The Max went into the Speed Force, and I went to live with Jay, and I became Kid Flash. Then..." He made a vague gesture with his hand towards his face and body. "Your turn."
"I was adopted by the Mercers when I was really young. Other the biological family thing, my childhood was... normal." He grinned. "I've got a little sister who'd kill for your autograph."
"Really?"
"Really. She's mad for super heroes. She'd give me her soul for Wonder Girl's signature."
Bart couldn't help but laugh.