cause of that place u told me to go to think and stuff??
[But- Bart can guess what that means. He's been here long enough, has done this whole going and coming back dance already. So, he just kind of sets his communicator aside and sits on that little rock ledge Jaime had shown him way back when and waits.
Honestly, he almost wished he'd waited a little longer. Because by the time Jaime finds him, Bart still feels muted around the edges. He's nowhere near what he had been back in December, when he'd come back and been hit with the fact that Wally was dead, that the Wally they knew here was going to die. In fact, he hadn't even gone home this time. He'd just... not existed.
The Porter hadn't moved him forward in time, at least not in any measurable way. He'd just closed his eyes and opened them again almost two weeks in the future-- but in a way that's almost worse. Here they are, living at the beck and call of something that can not only cross a universal divide, but can play with time in its own universe so easily?
Bart doesn't get mad, he doesn't get angry, not because of what is said or done to him or anything other than villains threatening his friends. But this feeling of helplessness, the way the Porter is just playing with all of them- he's pissed. And upset. And unable to smile or joke or do anything near his normal amount of energy. It's annoying and obnoxious and uuuggghhh.
Either way, whenever Jaime tracks him down, Bart's still just sitting there, leaning against a rock with one of his knees pulled up to his chest, the other leg dangling off over the miniature abyss. Staring at nothing and looking... well. Upset. At least by Bart's standards.]
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[But- Bart can guess what that means. He's been here long enough, has done this whole going and coming back dance already. So, he just kind of sets his communicator aside and sits on that little rock ledge Jaime had shown him way back when and waits.
Honestly, he almost wished he'd waited a little longer. Because by the time Jaime finds him, Bart still feels muted around the edges. He's nowhere near what he had been back in December, when he'd come back and been hit with the fact that Wally was dead, that the Wally they knew here was going to die. In fact, he hadn't even gone home this time. He'd just... not existed.
The Porter hadn't moved him forward in time, at least not in any measurable way. He'd just closed his eyes and opened them again almost two weeks in the future-- but in a way that's almost worse. Here they are, living at the beck and call of something that can not only cross a universal divide, but can play with time in its own universe so easily?
Bart doesn't get mad, he doesn't get angry, not because of what is said or done to him or anything other than villains threatening his friends. But this feeling of helplessness, the way the Porter is just playing with all of them- he's pissed. And upset. And unable to smile or joke or do anything near his normal amount of energy. It's annoying and obnoxious and uuuggghhh.
Either way, whenever Jaime tracks him down, Bart's still just sitting there, leaning against a rock with one of his knees pulled up to his chest, the other leg dangling off over the miniature abyss. Staring at nothing and looking... well. Upset. At least by Bart's standards.]