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“… Sorry, I shouldn’t have… of course you miss her.” He mumbled.
“Youknowwhatgrandpa? Maybe you should just - just stop. Ok? You’re not helping.” Bart rolled over on his back to look up at the ceiling and NOT at his grandfather.
They sat in silence after that, Barry looking away from him. “Sorry.” He murmured quietly. “I am really sorry.”
“You know what hurts the most about this grandpa?” tears were forming in Bart’s eyes and his voiced cracked but he still kept talking. “I thought that no matter what happened I could count on you. B-But now, I can’t anymore. I can’t trust you, and I-I don’t know what to do.”
“… I’m not going to ask you to trust me, Bart. Because I know I’ve done things that mean you can’t, and I don’t expect you to forgive me because of that. But I will always be there for you, you can count on me for that. If you need me, I’ll be there…”
“… Sorry, I shouldn’t have… of course you miss her.” He mumbled.
“Youknowwhatgrandpa? Maybe you should just - just stop. Ok? You’re not helping.” Bart rolled over on his back to look up at the ceiling and NOT at his grandfather.
They sat in silence after that, Barry looking away from him. “Sorry.” He murmured quietly. “I am really sorry.”
“… Yes, you would have.” He mumbled. “.Did you… did you see much of your parents?”
He shook his head. “Daddied. And I could only see recordings of my mom because I moved too fast. She normally made one every day or so that kept me up with some stuff, but there really wasn’t much consistency and sometimes she couldn’t.”
“Oh.” That hurt. “Do you miss her?”
“Ohnooooo. I’msohappyIcan’tseemymomanymore!” He said sarcastically without even realizing it. But even though he knew he should apologize he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
“… Sorry, I shouldn’t have… of course you miss her.” He mumbled.
“… Yes, you would have.” He mumbled. “.Did you… did you see much of your parents?”
He shook his head. “Daddied. And I could only see recordings of my mom because I moved too fast. She normally made one every day or so that kept me up with some stuff, but there really wasn’t much consistency and sometimes she couldn’t.”
“Oh.” That hurt. “Do you miss her?”
“… She loved her music.” Barry mumbled, stroking Billy’s ears as the dog decided to rest in his lap. “Whenever I would come home late from work she would always be playing her music, it was great. A good memory.” He sighed. “I haven’t listened to these since… it happened.”
Bart seized up. There it was, the topic they were both sort of dancing around. “I didn’t get to really listen to it with her since I was in that chamber.” Because of your genes. He wanted to add, but didn’t. “Wish I could’ve. I missed a lot in that thing.”
“… Yes, you would have.” He mumbled. “.Did you… did you see much of your parents?”
The Flash #226, April, 1974. Contains “Hot-Cold War in Central City!” and “Green Lantern: The Powerless Power Ring!”
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Reallykidreally?
He nodded at that; it was completely understandable. Many kids who lost parents so young panicked and left, with no idea or any plans about where they really were going. It was the sad truth, one that Barry knew would probably never change. It was what lead to the start if gangs, stealing and running from the law. And it wasn’t really the kid’s fault.“I see… And then after that, you started to steal?” Barry asked him in a gentle tone.
Billy actually really hoped that the other understood what he was talking about, what he means and how he feels about all this. He hoped that he wasn’t just listening because it was the right thing to do. He just hoped because he really didn’t have many others to turn to about this… The man wanted to hear his story and in a weird way, Billy trusted him enough to sit down like he is now and tell him.
“Well… I actually started ta steal so I could live. I didn’t have much of a choice. Well, back then I was panickin’ n’ not thinkin’… I coulda gone ta the police ‘r whatever but I just… I just ran ‘way. N’ I kept goin’, havin’ absolutely no idea where I was headin’ off ta… The last city I came across was this city n’ that’s where the guy found me n’ took me in but… I lived in Tennessee. N’ I just hitch-hiked on buses n’ walked mah way all the way over here without even knowin’ really… Don’t even remember how long I traveled. I remember bein’ sick a lot, hungry a lot but… I just didn’t want ta accept the fact that mah parents were dead… I was pretty much runnin’ ‘way as far as I could from where they got killed, like runnin’ ‘way from the truth ‘r somethin’…” He let out a sigh, tensing up a bit more and shutting his eyes tightly, trying not to think about this too much.
Barry squeezed his shoulder, frowning. “That is the normal reaction… running away from the truth makes it easier to cope with, right?” He murmured, sighing. The poor kid. The things he had went through by himself… at that age… it was amazing that he had managed to survive in a world like this.
“Who took you in?”
“So… hungry! Can’t go on.. I’m dying.”
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