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beforeyoucanblink...So guess what I realised last night? It's Bart Allen week at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
smallearth. This, I decided, was clearly an exceptable excuse reason to finally write Bart/Green Lantern fic. It even gets a banner, for I was feeling silly. (And unbeta'd, so. *crosses fingers for that*)
Things that totally, completely sucked about the (temporary! He was totally sure it was only temporary!) disbandment of the JLA: Not seeing the guys anymore. Not having a team to fall back on if things went a little screwy, not that they ever did. And getting bundled off to college with the threat of being pulled off the (much more under-the-table now) payroll if he didn’t actually learn something.
Things that sucked considerably less: Kyle.
He started taking a drawing course at college because, whatever, he liked drawing so it had to be better than chemistry or something, right? So he wound up sitting behind this guy, Kyle Rayner, and they got to talking, and he was pretty cool.
So at the same time, there was this new guy (“Green Lantern”, the papers were calling him) showing up around the city saving people’s lives and stuff, which is something Bart had totally covered up to that point. He was okay with that, cause whatever, it’s not like saving people was his entire life at that point and he wasn’t tied down to that one place, either. But it wasn’t until he found out about this hostage situation going on that he actually met the Green Lantern.
Who seriously had to work on a better disguise or something, because by then Bart could spot the back of his head anywhere. (In retrospect, that was probably a little bit freaky and stalkerish, and he should have at least said something before dragging the guy off somewhere private to talk, but you know what they say about hindsight being 20/20.)
“Let me guess,” the Green Lantern said. “The Flash?”
“It’s Impulse, actually.”
Between the two of them, the robbers were complete jailbait, and the hostages were released in 2.3 seconds flat. Afterwards, they stuck together, because how often do you get to hang with other costumed vigilantes?
At least, lately.
They got themselves some hot dogs (multiple, in Bart’s case) and settled down (relatively) for some serious chatting. Kyle, Bart found out, had been given this Ring of Power (not like Lord of the Rings, as Bart had to stop him and ask) as part of some intergalactic police corps or something.
“No offense, dude,” Bart said, finishing off his second-to-last hot dog, “but that sounds kinda like a sucky way to get into something. I mean, talk about drafting, right?”
“So how you’d get so fast?” Kyle asked.
He shrugged. “Lightning accident.”
“Talk about sucky.”
So they started working together. They weren’t really an official team or anything, but they got stuff done, and that was the important thing. And- weird as it might be, under the circumstances of crime-stopping- they had fun at it. They both had the same kind of sense of humor, which totally went a long way. (And they started collecting articles about the two of them they found in papers and drawing over them and pasting them up on a wall in Bart’s apartment. The Wall of Weird, Bart dubbed it. Something an old friend said.)
So things went like that for a while. Kyle graduated, but he decided to stick around (moved into Bart’s apartment, actually, but that was neither here nor there. Really) for a while longer while Bart worked through his last year of college. That was when Kyle intercepted and deciphered a message from Watchtower to Impulse.
“So what is it?” he asked the minute Bart finished reading it.
“Duty calls,” he said, and started packing. (Superspeed makes for some seriously fast packing, of course, but that’s just what you get for having a totally awesome power like his.).
It wasn’t until he’d finished emptying out his closet that he realized Kyle hadn’t moved from the spot. “What?”
“Whoever sent that-“
“-My team-“
“-them. They the ones that called you Impulse?”
(-Sometimes, Bart thought, Kyle could ne really weird. Like right now, with the asking totally random questions with his face all scrunched up and displeased for some reason.) “Yeah.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “You’d have to ask the fearless leader about that. He picked it.”
Silence.
“Seriously, it’s not like it’s a big thing. What’s up with the asking now?”
Silence.
Somewhere, a light bulb spontaneously turned on. “…Dude. You know you’re totally coming, right? Cause I already packed your stuff.”
Finally, a reaction, in the form of a grin. “Should’ve figured.”
Bart rolled his eyes. “You’re really slow sometimes, you know that?”
Kyle snorted. “You ever consider that you’re just really fast?”
In the space of a heartbeat, Bart’d crossed the room to Kyle to deliver a serious kiss. When the other man’d recovered enough to realize what was going on, Bart grinned and punched his shoulder playfully. “And that’s why they call me Impulse.”
smallearth. This, I decided, was clearly an exceptable Things that totally, completely sucked about the (temporary! He was totally sure it was only temporary!) disbandment of the JLA: Not seeing the guys anymore. Not having a team to fall back on if things went a little screwy, not that they ever did. And getting bundled off to college with the threat of being pulled off the (much more under-the-table now) payroll if he didn’t actually learn something.
Things that sucked considerably less: Kyle.
He started taking a drawing course at college because, whatever, he liked drawing so it had to be better than chemistry or something, right? So he wound up sitting behind this guy, Kyle Rayner, and they got to talking, and he was pretty cool.
So at the same time, there was this new guy (“Green Lantern”, the papers were calling him) showing up around the city saving people’s lives and stuff, which is something Bart had totally covered up to that point. He was okay with that, cause whatever, it’s not like saving people was his entire life at that point and he wasn’t tied down to that one place, either. But it wasn’t until he found out about this hostage situation going on that he actually met the Green Lantern.
Who seriously had to work on a better disguise or something, because by then Bart could spot the back of his head anywhere. (In retrospect, that was probably a little bit freaky and stalkerish, and he should have at least said something before dragging the guy off somewhere private to talk, but you know what they say about hindsight being 20/20.)
“Let me guess,” the Green Lantern said. “The Flash?”
“It’s Impulse, actually.”
Between the two of them, the robbers were complete jailbait, and the hostages were released in 2.3 seconds flat. Afterwards, they stuck together, because how often do you get to hang with other costumed vigilantes?
At least, lately.
They got themselves some hot dogs (multiple, in Bart’s case) and settled down (relatively) for some serious chatting. Kyle, Bart found out, had been given this Ring of Power (not like Lord of the Rings, as Bart had to stop him and ask) as part of some intergalactic police corps or something.
“No offense, dude,” Bart said, finishing off his second-to-last hot dog, “but that sounds kinda like a sucky way to get into something. I mean, talk about drafting, right?”
“So how you’d get so fast?” Kyle asked.
He shrugged. “Lightning accident.”
“Talk about sucky.”
So they started working together. They weren’t really an official team or anything, but they got stuff done, and that was the important thing. And- weird as it might be, under the circumstances of crime-stopping- they had fun at it. They both had the same kind of sense of humor, which totally went a long way. (And they started collecting articles about the two of them they found in papers and drawing over them and pasting them up on a wall in Bart’s apartment. The Wall of Weird, Bart dubbed it. Something an old friend said.)
So things went like that for a while. Kyle graduated, but he decided to stick around (moved into Bart’s apartment, actually, but that was neither here nor there. Really) for a while longer while Bart worked through his last year of college. That was when Kyle intercepted and deciphered a message from Watchtower to Impulse.
“So what is it?” he asked the minute Bart finished reading it.
“Duty calls,” he said, and started packing. (Superspeed makes for some seriously fast packing, of course, but that’s just what you get for having a totally awesome power like his.).
It wasn’t until he’d finished emptying out his closet that he realized Kyle hadn’t moved from the spot. “What?”
“Whoever sent that-“
“-My team-“
“-them. They the ones that called you Impulse?”
(-Sometimes, Bart thought, Kyle could ne really weird. Like right now, with the asking totally random questions with his face all scrunched up and displeased for some reason.) “Yeah.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “You’d have to ask the fearless leader about that. He picked it.”
Silence.
“Seriously, it’s not like it’s a big thing. What’s up with the asking now?”
Silence.
Somewhere, a light bulb spontaneously turned on. “…Dude. You know you’re totally coming, right? Cause I already packed your stuff.”
Finally, a reaction, in the form of a grin. “Should’ve figured.”
Bart rolled his eyes. “You’re really slow sometimes, you know that?”
Kyle snorted. “You ever consider that you’re just really fast?”
In the space of a heartbeat, Bart’d crossed the room to Kyle to deliver a serious kiss. When the other man’d recovered enough to realize what was going on, Bart grinned and punched his shoulder playfully. “And that’s why they call me Impulse.”
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Date: 2008-10-03 10:01 pm (UTC)I'm certain Bart is of the opinion that the rest of the world is just a little too slow. >>
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Date: 2008-10-03 10:04 pm (UTC)