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I'm -- not sure that'd be a good idea? [a beat] I mean, I'm not planning on smashing anything other than giant mutant sharks -- [seriously? is that seriously a thing here? whatever] -- but I kind of ... [(i don't every time get what i want)] Being in a lab setting didn't really work out, last time.

[last time he destroyed the helicarrier. never mind the fact that there's no Loki here, this time. there's still honest fear of a repeat performance, there -- and honest fear that this might be some kind of trap. maybe Barry isn't with Ross, but yeah, sure, lure the walking science experiment back to a lab with a bread crumb trail of science and then pull the string on the stick holding the box open]

Edited 2016-03-13 18:32 (UTC)

[He shifts awkwardly for a moment before nodding.]

Right. That makes sense. Sorry.

[He's not going to put him in an awkward position. Especially when Bruce doesn't know he's the Flash.

Yet.]

So ... what brings you to Central City?

[and in time with his apology:] Sorry. [it's not that he doesn't appreciate the offer, it's just that he doesn't want to hurt anyone. or get hurt]

[still, though, against his better judgement in the case of the latter, he eases slowly back into his seat, finally. it probably helps (or doesn't) that he can't really go anywhere, even if he wanted to, with Barry still blocking the way. at least this way, he can curl back up around his tea]

I'm kind of just passing through?

[he's heading west, to Texas, then south, through Mexico. he won't go back to Brazil, that's too predictable, but he's decided he likes south. less a chance of him freezing to death, metaphorically speaking since he can't die, when he wakes up after an episode, if and when he has one]

Right.

[Geez, Barry, way to get over excited. Though it would be kind of nice to have another older superhero around to learn from. One that is probably unlikely to stab him in the back.

Or shoot an arrow in it, in the case of Oliver. Though that was under the guise of "training."]

Right, you're right. That was weird. I just ... can't help thinking the Flash might like the chance to talk to you.

The Flash. [a beat] That's the, uh -- [vigilante? no. Mask? no. superhero? no. he's trying to find a word that's neither offensive nor ridiculous and coming up blank, and so he lets it go. he figures Barry can fill in the blank] -- running around here, right?

[He nods his agreement.]

Yeah. I mean, from what I've seen he's kinda new at the whole superhero thing. And it was a freak accident that made him what he is, so ...

[Stuff they have in common.]

[he flashes him a wry smile]

Sounds familiar. [a beat] I'm gonna guess it's working for him, though? [since, you know, he hasn't seen anything like his own press making the papers]

[He nods a bit.]

For right now. He's got some good people helping him.

[A beat.]

I mean, that's what it seems like, anyway.

Oh, yeah?

[tell him about what his life could have been, if Ross hadn't run his name through the mud and convinced him he was a monster. never mind the fact that Bruce could have that life, surrounded by good people, if he'd just stop for five seconds]

[He gives a small shrug.]

I mean, he seems like he has it together. He's helped keep a lot of dangerous metahumans off the street.

[not what he was looking for, but eh. he'll take it]

Must be nice.

[Well, more than that is a nice, much more involved conversation that's not for the local coffee shop.]

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But he's taken down people who have done a lot of damage.

[Bruce hums, and -- well, something seems to occur to him, if the fact that he squints at Barry for a nice, long time following is any indication. he's not the best at reading people, no, but this is all a little evasive, and for more than just the fact that Barry might not know much. he should at least have one cool story to tell, just based on something he saw in the papers or on the news or, maybe, personally, but this is all suspiciously lacking. hm]

[not that he's sure he wants to call Barry out for any number of reasons, and so, after a moment, he looks away, wetting his lips with his tongue] Well, at least there's that -- that he's doing good work.

Yep.

[And with that he will get up because now he is already something he shouldn't ever really be with super speed: late. He gets up and holds out his hand to him.]

I gotta go. But ... it was really great to meet you.

[he wonders if Barry is on to him being, err, on to him, and that's the reason why he's making a break for it. or maybe the kid's just late for something and he's reading way too much into this. he's not really sure and that uncertainty translates in his expression as he reaches out to take Barry's hand for the shake]

Nice to meet you, too?

[he's not even sure he caught the kid's name]

Barry. Allen. I'll see you around.

[And with that he will head out the door, but the second it closes behind him, he's gone in a flash of red and gold lightning.]

[Bruce watches him go and -- holy shit, okay. apparently he wasn't wrong about this kid being more than what he seemed and -- did anyone else see that? he takes a moment, looking around surreptitiously, and no, it seems no one else was paying much attention. that's -- something. something he has no idea what to do with, right now, so he's just going to sit here, slumping back into his seat, and finish his tea]

[later, maybe he'll run by these labs Barry mentioned. more than maybe, actually. he honestly shows up there, though not without looking like he's going to make a break for it at any point. he's still not sold on the idea that this isn't going to go south, but. he's curious and that's winning out, right now]

[he's just full of terrible ideas]

[And as he comes in, he runs into this ball of sunshine as he heads to the Cortex, who just frowns at Bruce's general presence because hey that guy's not Team Flash ... ]

Excuse me, what are you ...

[Then he actually gets a look at his face and his jaw drops.]

Oh my God.

Yeah, hi, uh ... [he glances over his shoulder, as if the urge to bolt is growing stronger. mostly because it is] I'm looking for Barry Allen? [maybe?]

[Cisco falters for a moment, before he just nods. Of course Barry is off making superhero friends. Apparently it's what Barry does.

Regardless, he'll just nod and turn, gesturing for Bruce to follow him.]

Cisco Ramon. Nice to meet you.

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[tentatively, Bruce moves to follow him, looking around for potential exits and over his shoulder again several times as he does so. it's like his arrival on the helicarrier all over again. it's worse, because he's in the middle of a city, and if this goes terribly wrong, it will go terribly wrong]

Bruce Banner. [a beat] But you might already know that?

Yeah. No offense, dude, but you're kinda one of the most infamous scientists out there.

[And he doesn't say that to be cruel, it's just a fact. It's hard not to be infamous when you tend to leave destruction in your wake.]

[he may not mean it that way, but Bruce still looks a little hurt, a little guilty before he looks away entirely. this is not the way he wanted his life to go. he never wanted to be a monster]

Right, yeah.

[Cisco catches that and cringes, but they can set that aside for later.]

Anyway, the Cortex is right through those doors. If you're looking to find Barry, that's where he'd be.

[And with that he will leave Bruce at the doorway, letting him choose to stay or go as he sees fit.]

Thanks.

[and so Bruce stands there for a long moment, both trying to compose himself and resist the urge to bolt (again), before he heads into this Cortex. whatever it is]

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