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Smoke and Mirrors Pt. 2

Summary: The Bat Family prepares to help you finish solve the case you’ve been investigating. After a bitter six months separated from Jason Todd, your reunion might be a bit messier than expected. Part 2 of a series. 

Also, for everyone out there about to take/taking finals, best of luck to all of you! You’ll all do amazing things! (:

Part 1

Word Count: 1242  

Warnings: Mention of human trafficking. 

 You wake up to the patter of typing fingers. A disruption. What you make out to be a slurp. The typing gets faster, aggressive but restrained. Tim must be looking at the details of your case. You prefer to work your cases out the old-fashioned way, on paper, in notebooks, so there isn’t much to see in the notes on your computer, which Tim has already hacked into. Once he sees what’s there, he looks at the footage near the park. He begins finding the cars you’ve identified as belonging to the ring. He’s preparing the team for what he thinks you’ll push them to do.

    The limited rest you got was full of forgettable fits. Not quite awake, you’re sure of one thing: the Bats will get you into wherever the metas are being held, and get them out before they can be shipped into an unimaginable fate. The case ends tonight. Sitting up, you can feel the stiches in your arm shift. Alfred did a good job, and you can feel the painkillers coursing through your veins. Artificial strength. But you’re used to that.

     “Y/N’s up!” You hear Tim call, along with disarrayed footsteps coming clearer into focus.

      You swear, your last intention is to make eye contact with Jason. But his eyes are the first thing you see, and you’re stubborn enough to not look away. You can tell he looks angry, but mostly worried. Back when you were together, you could have expected him to give a lengthy lecture at this moment, which you would find immensely hypocritical. He had trained you, after all.

     Jason remembered those sweet winter nights in the first few months, after he had revealed himself to you. Under the helmet, he was a warrior with hundreds hours of training that rivaled some of the greatest fighters of the world. When Gotham was cold outside, he would bring you down here, and you would warm your limbs by sparring endlessly. At first, it was easy to tell he was taking it easy on you. When you started to notice he was getting sloppy, you got faster, sometimes even dictating the pace of the fight. After months of sweat, close moments on the mat, and endless practice, you could hold your own. And he knew it.

   Hell, he’d even taught you to shoot. Before Jason, you refused to touch a gun, thinking you would probably shoot yourself in the foot. But with his callused hands on your hips, lining up your sight of vision, his breath on your neck, demolishing the target became half the fun. You were a decent shot, and went to the range sometimes to clear your mind of a case and get a better start on a lead. You had learned to steady yourself after the kickback of the pistol without a man’s perfect form behind you. Sometimes you could smell him, filling you with inescapable hope and dread, but eventually decided it was the gunpowder playing mind games with you.

    You knew it was reckless to walk on the scene in the park. But you also legitimately believed you had no choice. Your conviction started to wane as you stared into Jason’s hard eyes, so you looked immediately at Dick and explained what you knew. Schedules. Patterns. Locations. Theories. Everything out on the table. It felt good to unload all you had on a team. You had to admit that you had started to get a bit obsessive about this case. Slowing dragging yourself out of a hole you had dug too deep. You could still feel Jason’s eyes pouring into you, almost looking for an opportunity to strangle you during your speech.

    It took a few hours before the team was able to come up with a concrete plan. Tim used his connections to track the traffickers down to a warehouse owned by one of Gotham’s most notorious mobsters, and lined the blueprints of the old factory across the screens of the Cave.

    “There’s data being sent to a few locations out of the warehouse. It’s encrypted, but the code looks like it was done pretty lazily,” Tim said, and you can already see the way the dots are lining up in his head. He’ll be done organizing the information in minutes. “Looks like most of it is being sent to an office building in the Financial District.”

    So, two primary locations. The information on Tim’s screens is overwhelming: data from medical experiments, customers, travel dates. It’s hard to believe that such a small number of meta-humans, (you’ve estimated the group operates with ten at a time) can garner so much information.

    Bruce is all business. He can feel the same sense of doom over the abduction of a new metahuman and the group’s new sense of aggression. Already donning the cowl, he splits the team into two as soon as he gets a refresher on the new information you’ve brought to the team. Dick, Tim and Damian will accompany Bruce to the warehouse to break the metas out. When he says that Cass will provide you and Jason cover for entering the office building, you nearly jump of your skin, ready to protest, but Jason beats you too it.

   “Bruce, that’s pretty obviously a bad idea. There’s no way in hell I’m walking in with her. She’s unstable.” That’s petty. Even for him. He knows how much that word drives you crazy. 

    As much as it pisses you off to think that Jason now thinks you can’t handle your own, the urge to prove him wrong has a stronger hold on you.

   “I can handle the office building,” you say, with more confidence than you probably should, “with or without Jason.”

   That shuts him up. You can practically feel the heat coming off of his skin. You’ve also made the assumption that Bruce wants you to continue collecting information by going straight to the source, and you’re the expert here.  Everyone makes their moves to prepare for the ambush, leaving you with Jason.

   “I’ll be on my bike in five. If you’re late, I’m leaving without you.”

  “Fine. I’ll be there.”

   As he walks away, you can see the tension in Jason’s neck. He’s fuming, and the extra anxiety you’ve given him might make him a bit more reckless. You push each other’s buttons nowadays. A year ago, you would have placed a soothing hand across his chest to ease those fears that consumed him. Now, you found yourself a scapegoat for his rage. Then again, you weren’t going to forgive him for what he had done anytime soon.

   As Bruce makes the final preparations to lead the rest of the team across the other side of Gotham, you check the condition of your pistol and notice a still figure.

     Preoccupied, Red Robin had yet to move. You can see Tim scowl at a large collection of information being sent to a location in England. More than would be necessary for a single buyer. Or even a plethora of buyers. Thousands of files, labeled with names you had never seen before. When he looked at you, you could tell exactly what he was thinking: this operation was bigger than you had thought. With international implications. If there was any night to understand the magnitude of the case, it was in the ambush tonight. And you were prepared to use any amount of force necessary to get that information. Even with the heaviness of Jason’s presence by your side.

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Smoke and Mirrors Pt. 1

Summary: Six months after a nasty break-up with Jason Todd, a case you’ve been leading brings you two back on a collision course. Pt. 1 of a series; also, it’s my first time writing for Jason Todd, so...

Warnings: mentions of human trafficking

Word Count: 874

The hum of the elevator rang in your ears, the implicit rhythm helping you stabilize your breathing. You could tell he was trying not to look at you directly but his efforts were failing. Twiddling his fingers around their respective guns’ triggers, his nervousness was obvious.

   Jason Todd was a good man. He was good at what he did. Beyond the cigarettes and cursing, he had a big heart. But maybe there hadn’t been enough room in that heart for you. Everyone could tell the break-up had been bad. For nearly three weeks, it had been the prime topic of discussion in the Manor (when Jason was elsewhere, of course). You hadn’t remembered how mad he made you until you were so close to him. He hadn’t done anything to you today. At least, not yet. But after half a year, you were still fuming.

   It was probably for the better that you had limited interactions with the Bat Family. When you came across information that you thought needed to be passed on, you contacted Bruce directly. And being a private investigator with cases involving some of the city’s dirtiest crooks and cops gave you access to a lot of that kind of information. You usually relayed what you knew and trusted that the Bat would do what was best. On this last case, things had gotten personal.

    For the last four months, you had stalked, dissected and tracked a metahuman trafficking ring. You began to understand the warning signs of a metahuman abduction and kept Bruce updated. Maybe if you hadn’t been (stuck) spending your days watching the traffickers from your car and taking notes, you might have thought through intervening more carefully.

    Following one of the cars you had labeled as belonging to the gang, you drove to a park and observed as the men inside directed their attention at a young girl on the playground. Inconspicuous, you could tell that if someone wasn’t looking for them, they could creep in silence. Looking at the girl, you saw that something about her seemed different. She glowed lightly in the soft autumn breeze and bent the metal chains of the swing to carry her higher. A child that could control metal. Powerful? Absolutely.  Uncontrollable? Probably. You could see why they would want her; it was scary how you were beginning to see how the traffickers would see dollars and figures in place of a human being.

    From the pattern you saw, the ring would watch the victim and abduct them when they were alone. Now they should stay in the car, stay unseen, stay out of the picture. The playground was much too crowded to pull off a kidnapping without witnesses. When one of the men opened the door to the car and kept on his eyes on the girl, you automatically followed. Shuffling to the playground, you took a more direct route than the intruder, who would look a bit suspicious if he came in alone.

   By the time you saw the gun on his belt, it would be too late to get all the civilians away from the scene. Just as the man began to creep within twenty feet of the girl, you caught his attention and looked him deliberately in the eye. Scare him off. Buy more time. You made your own move to grab your weapon, but before you could bring out the pistol, the kidnapper dispersed a series of gas bombs that left you on your knees. Heaving and feeling heavy, you barely registered the shot as the bullet skimmed your left arm. It was a painful warning from the gang; you knew that if the man saw you again you would get a bullet to the head. In the last moments of consciousness, you pressed the distress button Jason had given you in case of emergencies, knowing already that the girl must be gone. Her wails were becoming more muffled as darkness overcame you.

     You woke up to find Dick nearly cradling you in his arms, calmly coaxing you awake. The heaviness you feel in your limbs makes you question your ability to stand without help. You were glad it wasn’t Jason holding you, but also knew that he wouldn’t have had the nerve to touch you like this. With Dick, it wasn’t intimate in that way. You had gotten to know and trust each other, always knowing you were nothing but friends. Still, you can sense Jason nearby.

     “He’s looking around for clues,” Dick said, already knowing where your mind was wandering, “Said he recognized some of the weapons-“

     “Something bad is coming, Dick, I can feel it. Something big.”

     “Y/N, we can focus on the case once we figure out what you were hit with. We’re lucky the bullet passed right through your arm, and not your chest. We need to get you back to the cave. We’ll talk about the case later.”

     You try to protest, but realize there is nothing left to say. Before you can register being placed on the bike, you can feel the weightlessness in your legs as you race along the city streets, resting on Dick’s back. In fleeting moments, you can sense the smell of cigarettes beside you.

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The original post only has US helplines. I've added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.

Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453

UK Helplines:

Samaritans (for any problem): 08457909090 e-mail jo@samaritans.org

Childline (for anyone under 18 with any problem): 08001111

Mind infoline (mental health information): 0300 123 3393 e-mail: info@mind.org.uk

Mind legal advice (for people who need mental-health related legal advice): 0300 466 6463 legal@mind.org.uk

b-eat eating disorder support: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: help@b-eat.co.uk

b-eat youthline (for under 25's with eating disorders): 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)

Cruse Bereavement Care: 08444779400 e-mail: helpline@cruse.org.uk

Frank (information and advice on drugs): 0800776600

Drinkline: 0800 9178282

Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail info@rapecrisis.org.uk

Rape Crisis Scotland: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight

India Self Harm Hotline: 00 08001006614

India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669

Kids Help Phone (Canada): 1-800-668-6868, Free and available 24/7

suicide hotlines;

Argentina: 54-0223-493-0430

Australia: 13-11-14

Austria: 01-713-3374

Barbados: 429-9999

Belgium: 106

Botswana: 391-1270

Brazil: 21-233-9191

Canada: 1-800-448-3000

China: 852-2382-0000

(Hong Kong: 2389-2222)

Costa Rica: 606-253-5439

Croatia: 01-4833-888

Cyprus: 357-77-77-72-67

Czech Republic: 222-580-697, 476-701-908

Denmark: 70-201-201

Egypt: 762-1602

Estonia: 6-558-088

Finland: 040-5032199

France: 01-45-39-4000

Germany: 0800-181-0721

Greece: 1018

Guatemala: 502-234-1239

Holland: 0900-0767

Honduras: 504-237-3623

Hungary: 06-80-820-111

Iceland: 44-0-8457-90-90-90

Israel: 09-8892333

Italy: 06-705-4444

Japan: 3-5286-9090

Latvia: 6722-2922, 2772-2292

Malaysia: 03-756-8144

(Singapore: 1-800-221-4444)

Mexico: 525-510-2550

Netherlands: 0900-0767

New Zealand: 4-473-9739

New Guinea: 675-326-0011

Nicaragua: 505-268-6171

Norway: 47-815-33-300

Philippines: 02-896-9191

Poland: 52-70-000

Portugal: 239-72-10-10

Russia: 8-20-222-82-10

Spain: 91-459-00-50

South Africa: 0861-322-322

South Korea: 2-715-8600

Sweden: 031-711-2400

Switzerland: 143

Taiwan: 0800-788-995

Thailand: 02-249-9977

Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800

Ukraine: 0487-327715

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Sex positivity is flat & overwrought. Casual sex can & will re-traumatize you; teaching young girls to have sex before they are ready will create the first red & heavy chasm of sexual trauma, which they will spend the rest of their lives carrying.

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Different Earth's, Same Idea

Sorry for the wait! Enjoy!

Request: You’re Barry’s sibling on this earth and Cisco and you’ve never thought about a relationship ever. But then an alternate you pops in for some reason and lays one on Cisco which makes you super jealous and everything super awkward. But you all get a happy ending. (Word Count: 3884)

Growing up as Barry’s little sister wasn’t always easy. After we’d lost our Mom and our father was arrested, things were just slightly different. Yes, we were close, but I think we were both too afraid of losing the other that there was always a distance between us.

As a result, our paths, while traveled together, always had some firm line between it. He became a forensic scientist and I became a sketch artist, both working for CCPD. Living with the Wests was great, but again, that line was always there between Barry and Iris and I, most likely due to the three year age difference we shared. Even when Barry started spending more time at STAR Labs, I wasn’t immediately notified of the major effect of his lightning incident because Joe wanted to keep his girls safe. Iris was a reporter that had a knack for discovering things, and I was only aware of something if it was drawn out right in front of me. Naturally, you can guess who found out Barry’s big secret first.

And after that, it was like a light had switched back on. Learning how our mother died and that Barry now had the power to protect us seemed to immediately close whatever distance he and I had created. It was a closure to a traumatizing night we both desperately needed. And it was one thing that Eobard Thawne had managed to do right: merge my brother and I’s paths back onto the same road.  As a result, I had two other families I fit in with: the Wests and the STAR Labs team.

And that’s all we were. Family. No harboring feelings for anyone, good or bad. I wasn’t secretly longing for a certain mechanical engineer that was a great friend for both Barry and I.

At least… I think that was the case. Until she had come along.

It was a good night as Team Flash celebrated another win. Caitlin and I were heading the Cortex as both Barry and Cisco were out on the field, an exciting moment for both guys as it was the first official outing for Vibe, and so far it was going really well.

“Alright, boys! That’s a wrap for tonight, so go ahead and come back so the Doctor can patch you up!” I smirked at Caitlin as I leaned back in the chair. I could hear the two superheroes’ confirmation and rolled my chair towards the brunette.

“Yes?”

“We never finished our conversation.” Caitlin rolled her eyes with a gentle smile.

“We went out for dinner and had a nice time.” At my grin, she shook her head. “It really isn’t anything. Julian and I are just friends!”

“Uh-huh. Surrre.”

She glared at me, losing the seriousness as a small grin was on her face. Her grin widened though as she squinted her eyes briefly. “What about you? Anyone caught your eye lately?”

I thought briefly about it. Between work at CCPD and work at STAR Labs, there really wasn’t anytime to see or meet anyone new. The closest I got to hanging out with another male (that wasn’t my brother) was Cisco and our office movie nights. It was a way to keep ourselves sane during nights when he needed to work on superhero stuff and I needed to work on police stuff (and there were plenty of them).

Subconsciously, I smiled as I remembered last night’s argument over The Princess Bride, a movie I refused to see simply because it ticked Cisco off.

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A BRIEF ORIGIN STORY

A SUPERPOWER OR THREE, MAYBE FOUR DEPENDING

A SUPERHERO OR VILLAIN NAME

YOU MIGHT ALSO GET AN ARCHNEMESIS WHO HAS REBLOGGED THIS ALREADY

AND YES I MEAN EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS.

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Resentment and Power

      Hey fam, hope this isn’t too similar to the last one. Please send requests! 

      Context: When something happens between you and Cisco, your powers emerge. 

      Y/N: Your Name, Y/V/N: Your vigilante name (you could be a villain for all I know...)     

       You had to admit, Lisa Snart had nerves. When she walked into the Cortex, you could tell she knew exactly what she wanted and it had to do with Cisco, from the way her eyes watched him with more intent than you thought was acceptable. Barry and Caitlin had told you about the history between Lisa and Cisco, but you also knew that Cisco had feelings from you. Or, at least, feelings that Barry had confirmed, but neither you nor Cisco had acted on. Cisco was on his feet to face her as soon as she made her way in, almost shielding you off behind him as you worked at your desk.

           “We need to upgrade the security in here.” Cisco gulped, as you stood a few feet behind the confronting figures.

           You could see his body was shaking at Snart’s presence, but there was silence, and it seemed he wasn’t going to ask her to leave any time soon.

           “Oh, Cisco,” she practically purred and chills were running up your spine, “don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me.”

           You were starting to lose your patience, exhaling heavily, which Cisco noticed.

           “All I want is help taking down a common adversary of ours,” Lisa said as you remembered that the metahuman you had been trying to track down had had a stream of unfortunate encounters with the Snart siblings. The room was silent as Cisco stared open-mouthed at her.

           Lisa made eye contact with you and caught you glaring.

           “And you are-“ She started to ask.

           “Irrelevant, clearly…” You were fast to respond as you brushed Cisco when you moved past him and out the cortex.

           You could hear the murmuring of voices as you paced irritably. No one followed you.

           Lisa Snart as it turned out, had given up valuable information that led to the capture of the metahuman. The criminal enterprise the villain was running, was decidedly shut down as it was being observed by the police. Still, you spent the next few days avoiding Cisco, fearful that he may no longer have the same feelings towards you.

           After three days of careful evasion, Cisco found you working quietly in his lab. Hunching over a bench and pulling diligently at a system’s wires, and hoping not to get fried in the process, you were glad your project wasn’t ruined as you were frightened when Cisco called out your name.

           “Y/N, what’s going on? I know you have a lot of work to do, but it feels like you’re trying to hide something and I just wanted to know if you were alright…” He continued to stammer as you watched him carefully. There was something genuine in his concern that made you feel like you meant the world to him, like his paying attention to some girl was only a fleeting thought and you were his one desire. He was fidgeting with his jacket, prying at its seams and staring at a spot just above your head.

           “Look, I thought that we had something. And when Lisa came around, I just felt like there wasn’t a you and me… anymore.”

           “What?” Cisco looked started, “Y/N, there is no one in my life that I care about more than you. Nothing happened between me and Lisa. I would never let anything happen between me and Lisa if it meant losing you. Y/N, I’ve wanted you for a long time…”

           “Cisco-“

           “Y/N, please just trust-”

           He wasn’t able to finish as your lips collided with his in a messy embrace that felt just right. A sudden possessiveness overtook you as pressed yourself closer to him until he was pressed against a wall under your control. This is my Cisco, you thought. And no one else’s. It became clear that things were heating up but you could tell that Cisco was conflicted with what was going on.

As you reached to unvip his jacket, knowing no one would enter the room when you were working, and seeing it as a safe space to get as close to Cisco as you wanted, you couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. As you turned to kiss his neck, the darkest suspicions you had were confirmed.

There they were, dark purple hickeys sat placidly on his skin. His attempts to keep his jacket on and his kind of reluctance in reaching his neck were attempts to hide them.

You backed away and turned your back on him, covering your face in your hands, knowing full well that his face would be marked by some cross of shame and fear.

“Nothing happened?” you started, turning back to face him now. “You call that nothing?” You pointed to his neck, knowing that this was something neither of you would be able to get around.

“It didn’t mean anything. There’s something that Lisa does to me every time I see her, it’s like I can’t-“

“Can’t what, Cisco?”

“Can’t let her go.”

You knew that trying move on with Cisco, regardless of the feelings you had now both confessed for one another, would never be everything you wanted, or needed, it to be. There was always that chance that he would turn around one day and go back to Snart and her sweet words and sweeter figure.

“Don’t follow me.” You left him. One last time.

 You drank more than you had in a long time that night. Moving from bar to bar, careful not to stay long enough for someone to approach you, you felt the pain start to fade away with every ounce of alcohol. The lights and people blurred into some kind of unforgiving mess, leaving you to find your place in the streets.

Crossing a walkway with watchful eyes, your cold feet are warmed with the numbness all the drinks you’d engulfed. And in all the resentment, the only thing you can focus on was a stray voice in the night.

“Hey you, looks like you’re lost in my neighborhood,” the voice was hardened, obviously a threat to your lone figure.

In all the hurt you felt that night, there was a strength that overcame you. You knew that there had been a chance that your genes would be altered as a result of the particle accelerator explosion. But in no way had you thought your powers would emerge from a moment of extreme darkness, from the rejection and contempt you felt.

A new power swept from within you. And from that moment on, part of Y/N was gone, and Y/V/N overcame the night.

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Imagine seeing Cisco again after your breakup

        Standing outside his door was hard. You half-expected yourself to throw yourself on to him in an aggressive embrace the way you used to when you were together, but you knew things were different now. It had been four months since you had last seen him, but today was the day you finally tried to get some closure, and you needed to see him to do it.

                You could sense someone behind the door and a few seconds later, it opened to Cisco’s surprised face. His eyes quickly wandered up and down your body, maybe checking to see if you were injured, then they were glued onto your face. 

                “I’m sorry for coming over uninvited,” you said, “Sorry, are you alone? I swear it won’t take a few minutes, I just need to ask you some things.”

                He nodded, opening the door and watched you slide inside the apartment you used to share most nights. Blade Runner was blaring on the TV, but Cisco moved to turn down the  volume.

                “So… What do you need?” He asked; it was hard for him to think that you were really here, back again. And he was starting to think that asking about what he could do rather than if you were ok or how you were, hurt you a little, though you barely gave it away while you looked at him.

                “I…just. I just met someone and I’m just frustrated,” you were staring at the floor now, “It’s just they say everything that I want them to, and they’re right there when I need them, and it’s nice, you know? But every time I start to feel like I can move on, I’m brought back to you.”

                You looked up at Cisco, but he didn’t say anything. “I know we were supposed to move on. I know that being away from each other is for the better. I get it. I’m not trying to get back together or sabotage whatever relationship you’re in if you have one. I just need to really know why we broke up. I need to be able to tell myself that this,” you gestured between the two of you, “would never work.”

                On the inside Cisco’s guts were churning as he tried to compose himself. He hadn’t seen anyone since you had broken up and part of him was bitter that you had come back to him only to reestablish why you couldn’t be together again. He was the one who initiated separating, but he still though about you. A lot.

                “Umm… god, I think we just kind of lost that spark that kept us together in the beginning. We stopped, seeing each other that way.“

           Out of the corner of the room, a news segment on the television distracted you. 

           The famous man in the red suit was chasing that week’s criminal as the reporters praised his efforts. Your concentration on the screen must have been so apparent that Cisco was now looking at the show too. 

          "Ugh, what’s the point of this footage anyway? They keep calling him a hero,” you started, “but they’re not paying attention to any of the implications he has on this city.” Your emotions were starting to get to you now. 

           You and Cisco had had many fights about the scarlet speedster. He never told you about his position at Star Labs, only saying he was an engineer that helped recover the company as best as he could after the particle accelerator exploded. He knew that bringing you, a self proclaimed skeptic into the world of the Flash was something he was not willing to explore. Regardless of how much you had fought, neither of you was able to bend in the direction of the other. And so it started again. 

           "He is a hero, Y/N.“ Cisco said. "People believe in him and he has saved a lot of lives.”

             "I’m not debating whether or not he has saved lives. He has, but he’s brought in a lot of threats to Central City too. And who knows if he has some kind of alternate agenda? We have no idea who he is or who he works with. There is no one checking on his power. He could take over the city if he really wanted to.“ 

           Cisco moved to counter, careful to not reveal his position. Telling you how much he knew would mean risking your safety, and being with you now was hard enough, without having to think about he would have to protect you in the coming months if you learned too much. 

          "Just because you don’t understand him  doesn’t mean you should be scared of him. If he wanted to do something, he would have already done it. Sometimes you just have to have faith in people.”

          “And sometimes you should now that people who become powerful become corrupt. Regardless of how sound their morals seem. Not all of us can afford to be as optimistic about life as you, Cisco.”

         It came out harsher than you had intended it to. Cisco’s temper was starting to rise, and it seemed he was ready for this conversation to end.

         "Well not all of us are as bitter about life as you are.“ 

         That hurt, but you weren’t willing to show it. The way you had romanticized being with Cisco and the way your relationship used to be was suddenly gone. You were moving quickly to the 

 door before you realized it. 

         "Good bye, Cisco. I think I got what I was looking for, so you don’t need to worry about me bothering you any time soon. Sorry for whatever this was.”

         "Y/N-“ Cisco called.

         You were fast to move down the stairs and already halfway home when you realized there were tears streaming down your face. All that was between you was gone now. 

        In his apartment, Cisco was gripping the picture of you two that he still kept by his bed. It was time to say goodbye. And his tears were not enough to bring you back, but they fell alone as he silently wished to have you by his side, if only for one more moment.