barry allen / rp account

// sorry for the low activity yall, work is just kicking my butt and I haven’t had the same drive for doing all rp all the time lately 🥲❤️

I mean… it was my nephew so?

“Hey,” Barry laughs, swiftly catching the glint of mischief in Klov’r’s eyes. “Anymore of that and I’ll put you in a time-out, mister,” he jokes.

“Besides, gotta find out how to get you back home, right? You been to S.T.A.R Labs in the future at all?”

🔥 — ;; Thawne after being ragebaited by a kid

“But he said he’d never leave Mew York,” Barry argues. He shakes his head, and goes back to the computer.

“Gideon, run the previous scan and search, and cross reference it with everything you know about the circuses of that period. Please.”

He sighs, then turns back.

“Gideon’s the computer.”

Just got called a dinosaur. Not gonna lie, that stings a little.

( Barry’s fully joking. Or is he? )

“Uh…. No. I’m a little bit further out from the dinosaurs, kid. Ouch. Dinosaur age, huh? I’m barely in my 30s. Anyways!”

He claps his hands together, suddenly desperate to change the subject.

“Why don’t we head on over to S.T.A.R Labs, huh?”

// I’m so very tempted to make a Vertin from Reverse 1999 just for the LORE

“Oh… your Brainy’s probably different from the one I know too,” Barry thinks outloud.

“What kind of stories? Also, would not put it past you to have a dog tell you stories, just saying.”

He snorts at the thought, pulling out another box.

“Wait, did you have a taking dog…?”

Barry’s singing Lady Gaga of course — a staple in his book.

The song ends, and he looks offstage to see Rose. His entire face lights up with delight, and he makes a beeline to him.

“You made it!”

“No — no, you don’t understand!” Barry snaps back. “I — I couldn’t find him anywhere. ANYWHERE! The circus, the streets…”

He rests his forehead against the cool wall, closing his eyes.

“I… I don’t know what to do.”

“Okay, let me try something different—“

Barry quickly zooms around, grabbing a whiteboard and instantly going to write everything he was trying to explain. He peels away from the board, gesturing at it to Tomio.

“How about this?”

“Pfft, you kidding? Let’s be real: I needed it. You kept me on my toes, man.”

Barry glances around, then raises a brow.

“You good for some takeout or want to eat out? I can just run us there!”

Hey, I’m practically YOUR grandpa at this point too, right?

No charge. Just a favor.

// replies tonight and tomorrow :)

“It… means that my team forgot to lock the doors again,” Barry sighs.

“Well, hey. You got my good will from the coffee. What’s your name?”

It’s on the light side, really.

Barry just ate seven burgers.

You need a break at all? Me and Iris can take over for a bit!

+ and wipe a tear from his eyes.

“Agh, so much dust in here. Hey, why don’t you grab that other box?”

It’s… not like him to avoid his emotions like this.

“Well… you too old for one now?” Barry laughs, shaking his head. He gently puts the book back.

“Maybe… some other time. The Speedforce, she — well, let’s just say the last time I had that read, I was not in a great space. Or time. Or anywhere at all.”

Barry surreptitiously tries to turn away +

Anyone up for a run?

Oh, okay.

And uh — which Jason?

Why are the kids discussing matcha…?

// get it because pickle

// respond with relish

though my soul may set in darkness 、 when things get difficult 、 love is always wise .

“Thanks,” Barry sniffs and reaches up to dry his eyes. “I — I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… to just be like this on you.”

He smiles wanly, glancing down at his arms.

“You’re very kind.”

Jason… is… a… bitch. Got it. Anything else?

Barry’s enjoying a rare night out, singing karaoke at the top of his lungs in a packed bar. He’d invited Rose out earlier, but wasn’t sure if he’d ever come.