The Park - Sunday Afternoon

[notaweenie]

Okay, so being a "dad" was just fucking weird. About as weird as a stable wormhole coming into Fandom but with multiple entrance points from various dimensions, space and time

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[weensicles]

"Your telemetry on your probes are all fucked up," Annabelle noted while looking at his monitors. "You should edit the subphotronic field because these readings are for shit."

[notaweenie]

Barry gave the girl a curious look as he responded. "I know that. How the f-"

...

"How do you know that?"

[weensicles]

"She's a genius," Jeremy said from his place on the ground where he was lying down and looking up at the sky. By the tone in his voice you could tell this was something he was tired of hearing. "I'm bored. Can I go throw rocks at the flamingoes?"

[notaweenie]

"No," Barry said giving his... son a stern look. Son? Jesus. This was weird. "Why don't you help me with the equipment?"

He gave Annabelle a serious look. "So when he says you're a genius you..."

His voice trailed off. For once he couldn't think of a word to express it.