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hobbitsnapes · 4 years

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The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 13

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @tyuuniverse)

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever. (I suck at summary’s)

A soft hum leaves her as she wakes, the soft plush of her blanket creating a soft warmth that surrounds her. She opens her eyes and is met with a soft glow of the sun peaking through the blinds of her window. The glow creating a lovely warmth of light throughout her room.

A soft hum is heard from outside her door, growing more clear along with soft footsteps. A faint knock to her door is heard before it opens, Jason walking in with a faint smile and tray of food. His hair is a total mess, having grown out slightly with Unruly curls. Clad in black pajama bottoms and a grey t-shirt. His smile growing larger at the sight of her awake. “Haapy birthday too yoouu. Happy birthday too yoouu. Happy birthday dear sandy, happy birthday to yoouu.” He sang softly, a small laugh leaving her as she brightly watches him sing. She had heard him sing multiple times, loving every second due to his incredible voice. But whenever he saw her, he’d stop immediately. She was glad to see he had even done that small bit in front of her.

She sat up in her bed, Jason scooting his large body underneath her covers with her, setting the tray on both their laps. A small gasp leaving her at what he brought. A bowl filled with yogurt that had been neatly filled with bananas, strawberries, granola and blueberries. 2 slices of bread with peanut butter. And a glass of cranberry juice. “Is it-“ “it’s chunky peanut butter.” She turns her body to the side, hugging him tightly. The action almost making him spill the entire breakfast. He wraps his arms around her, a soft laugh from him shaking her slightly. “Thank you so much dad.” She mumbles in his chest. A large smile covering his face. “You’re welcome bub.”

They both sat in bed as they both ate their meals. Her going straight for her parfait. “Are you gonna eat anything?” She asks. “I already ate, I’ve been up since about 5 o’clock.” “What’d you have?” A soft smile etched on his face at her question. “I had eggs and toast.” A soft laugh leave her at his answer. “You and you’re bread.” “Hey, your thing is yogurt, my thing is bread.” They both start laughing, finding humor in their love for yogurt and bread.

“Okay now that you’re 19, we must culture you in one of the greatest things in cinematic history.” A laugh leaving her as she watches him crouched in front of the tv, looking like a large Gollum. “And what would that be?” She asks as she watches him press play on the DVD player. “Star Trek.”

A large laugh leaves her, turning to Jason who is trying to hold In his laughter. “Not now doctor.” She says, his face breaking as he bursts out a large laugh.

“You guys didn’t have to do all of this for me.” Tears fill her eyes as she says this, some cascading down her face due to what she walked in to see. The kitchen that usually only has a small table, a fridge, and some cabinets is filled with white and red balloons. 4 gift wrapped boxes varying in size sit neatly beside the table. There sat Roy, Artemis, bizaro sat in there large bean bag, not being able to sit at one of the wooden seats, and Jason, standing with a large smile on his face. She had fallen asleep on the couch some 3 hours prior. Huddled comfortably with her blanket and pillows around her. He had successfully picked her up, and carried her to her bedroom. A faint smile on his face as he watched her let out slow breaths and truly look at peace. “But we wanted to hun, it’s your birthday after all.” Artemis says as she goes and hugs her, a sob leaving sandy when her arms wrapped around her.

Her last birthday, was nothing like the one tonight.

It has been only 8 months since Jason had adopted her, helping to train her for a year at that point. The day was coming closer each day, and each day she dreaded it.

It was the day before her birthday, a cold autumn night and they both were up on the roof sparing. She had been hoping he wouldn’t remember, but as fate would have it, he did. “Okay let’s call it a night.” He says slightly out of breath. Where he had the muscle and force, she was significantly smaller and more flexible. Being able to get out of his grip and out of the way to take him down. Where she didn’t have the strength to take him down, she used his strength and hits against him. They both walk over to the door to the roof, walking down the staircase and into their apartment. Slowly the apartment was coming more into a home, having just gotten a tv and a few rugs due to the hardwood flooring being so cold.

They walk into the kitchen, grabbing leftovers from the previous night when jason invited his friend Artemis over, it had started out uncomfortable. With sandy mostly staying in her room, still awkward and aloof around Jason. While their bond had definitely improved, it still was awkward when it came time for their personal lives. But Artemis truly seemed nice, having knocked on her door and asked if she would join them for a movie. Sandy had agreed, sitting beside Jason on the small sofa, and ultimately had ended up falling asleep on Jason. Not knowing the large smile on jasons face seeing the young girl so peaceful.

They both stood in front of the counter, eating their pasta silently. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence that typically filled the room, but rather a calm one. She let out a yawn, looking at the clock and seeing it was 10 o’clock. Panic filled her, in fear that he’d remember and want to do something with her in the next few hours. “Hey, I’m gonna head to bed okay?” She said, Jason looking over to her with a sad smile, “okay, get some rest.” He gave her a small hug goodnight. And she headed into her room, climbing into bed, and fell asleep.

She felt a slight tapping on her arm, opening her eyes and grabbing for her picture frame by her bed, held over her head ready to hit, but stopping when she saw what woke her. There sat Jason, with a small cupcake in hand and a lone candle sticking out of it. And a small smile covered his face. “Thought I’d come in to wish you a happy birthday, probably wasn’t a good idea to wake you up like that.” He said, with a small chuckle. “I-thank you. How did you-?” “I have a copy of your birth certificate in my room, is in with all the adoption papers. And besides, how could I forget? Today’s your 18th birthday?” “I just, I haven’t celebrated since-“ “I know, since what happened. I know how it feels, I didn’t start celebrating mine until just a year ago.” She tilted her head at this, not understanding why he wouldn’t. “Why’s that?” She asks. A sigh leaves him until he looks down to the foot of her bed. “A lot of stuff happened to me. And for years I wasn’t ever able to do it, I had a messed up life, and until last year, I never wanted to do it. I wanna celebrate with you, and I can tell you didn’t want to either. I don’t want you to end up like me, not wanting to celebrate because of what’s happened to you. To this day I feel uncomfortable when Roy wishes me happy birthday. And besides, you’re an adult now!” Tears fill her eyes and she lets out a small laugh. Setting the cupcake on her nightstand and hugging Jason tightly. She sobs in his neck as he hugs her closer. “Thank you, so much.” “It’s no problem bub, now, let's go celebrate with a movie.”

The night was truly amazing, everyone had sang her happy birthday, had her blow out 19 candles, 2 of which had been trick candles that kept lighting back up. That was until Bizarro had seen the frustration on her face, and slammed his fist into the cake. Spewing it everywhere and making everyone laugh. So everyone sat there and enjoyed their mushed up cake, and laughed and joked around, truly feeling like a family.

First box came from Roy, when she opened it, it contained all of the resident evil games, from the originals to the remake ones. She hugged him tightly, having wanted to play them with him for a while due to them playing games on a weekly basis.

The second one came from bizarro, it had opted to be what was originally a Superman plushie, has been painted by hand to resemble himself. “It much uglier now than it was.” He said, a large laugh erupting out of the room from everyone.

The second box was from Artemis, it was smaller than the others but heavier than the last. And when she opened it, tears collected in her eyes. There lay in cloth, a black hunters knife with rope wrapped around the handle, with her insignia on a button on the front. The blade was pristine, having a shine when she lifted it. “I had it made custom for you. It’s made of one of the strongest materials on earth. Able to cut through bone in a single slash.” Sandy set the knife back in the box, and looked up at heritage tear filled eyes. “Thank you,I love it so much.”

The last one was from Jason, it was a small box, the smallest one out of all of them. Jason stood there, shaking slightly as he watched her open it, a small gasp and tears fell down her face when she saw what it was. It was a pure red heart locket. It had a metallic finish to it and had small intricate details in it. But that wasn’t what made tears stream down her face, it was what was inside. The locker opened to 4 photos. First one being the day jason signed the adoption papers. Tears were filling both their eyes in the photo, hugging righting with the largest smiles on their faces. In jason's hands he held the papers clear in the photo. That was one of the best days of her life.

The next one was from the fair, when they had been high up in the Ferris wheel. It was like she could relive the day like it was just yesterday.

The third photo was the first day she had gone out with the outlaws, everyone stood around her. Jason was directly behind her, with Roy and Artemis behind him with bizarro in the back. Everyone had been suited up ready to go, and you could clearly see everyone, apart from jason due to his helmet, with large smiles. Truly feeling like one large family.

The last one is truly the one to cause tears to fall down her face. There stood her and her parents. It was her 15th birthday. Both parents hugging her tightly, smiles beaming at the camera. Not knowing that just 3 months later, they would be gone.

She hugged jason tightly to her, tears falling down both their faces. “I-I don’t know what to say.” She sobs into his chest. She never thought he’d get her something like this, having thought he’d get her a new weapon or something for her suit. But one question still remained. “But, why did you add the last one?” She asked. “Because, I might be your dad now, but they’re still your parents. I’m so happy I found you, you literally keep me going each day. But I still want you to remember who you are fighting for. Family. They are still your family no matter what. And I wanted to have that made for you, so whenever you’re doubting, or feel alone, you open that to see your family and those who love you. And I never want you to forget them. I never took photos of my parents when Bruce took me in. And now, I hardly remember what they look like. Keep those memories with you, so you never forget your way.” Years fell out of everyone’s eyes at his speech, even bizarro has let out a few as he brought everyone into a large hug. “Okay now, we’ve got a dinner I got booked for ya in half an hour, so go get ready.” Jason said, she turned to bizarro, “go have sad time with family. I go find family too. Small angel and I can have bizarro day soon!” Everyone laughed, truly feeling the love and joy in the air brought to them by her.

Damian ran as fast as he could, jumping from one building to the next to grab one of the last remaining criminals from the bank robbery him and Bruce just ended. He almost made it to the man, until he heard a laugh. It stopped him dead in his tracks as he looked down, pain flooding in his heart at what he saw. There walked sandy with Jason, Roy, and Artemis. She was, beautiful. Wearing a long sleeve black cocktail dress, with red heels and red lipstick. She was walking along with her head thrown back laughing. It shot a pain through his heart at just how happy she looked. Memories of him making her laugh like that, making her smile and watching the utmost joy cover her face. He wondered why she was so dressed up tonight. And then he remembered what today was.

They sat on the ground, sitting beside one another with his arm around her and her head resting on his shoulder. Having just had a small picnic near the pond, playing with Titus and the small ducks. Today had been his 19th birthday. He asked her if they could go back to the same park they met at, he had been shocked when he saw her with a picnic basket and blanket. Today had been one of the best ones he’s had. Having skipped out on having a large party or gala, no extravagant evenings or day. Just getting to spend time with her. He turned to her, his arm wrapped around her waist. A soft smile made her face look even more breathtaking, her hair messy due to the many times he had run his fingers through it. He noticed overtime that whenever she liked stressed or sad, that if he just ran his fingers through her hair delicately, it would bring a smile to her face and calm her. “Hey, you actually never told me when your birthday is?” He asked, he knew they were around the same age, her telling him their first date she was 18. She looked up at him, the same smile was there, and her cheeks dusted with red fur to the chill air of autumn starting. “My birthday is actually coming up, it’s September 15.” A smile covered his face, “well then, looks like I’ve got to make sure my schedule is free that day then.” A faint red dusted her cheeks further, looking up at him with her eyebrow raised. “And why’s that?” She asks, a small chuckle leaving damian as he gazed down at her. “Well you just made my birthday the best one I’ve ever had. I’ve gotta make sure I make yours just as amazing. And besides, why wouldn’t I wanna spend a day celebrating the life of the most beautiful and breathtaking woman in the world?” A small smirk covered his face as he says this. She ducked her head down and into his chest at this, “Damian.” She wines as she smashes her face into his chest. He chuckles as he brings her in closer, kissing the top of her forehead, causing her to let out another wine. He pulled her face out of his chest, crimson red covering her face. He held her chin in his fingers, keeping her face close to his. A smile covered both their faces as their eyes gazed into one another’s. “What? It’s nothing but the truth?” A small giggle drips out of her as she puts her face in his neck, causing Damian to smile as he watched the large smile on her face grow.

Tears filled his eyes as he watched her. He had everything planned for the day. He was gonna take her out to their usual coffee shop, flowers in hand wearing the same attire he wore on their first date. He’d then take her all over the city, to the peer, to the park, anywhere she had wished he would take her that day. But what he truly was planing for was later when the sky had darkened, moon high up in the shy as stars danced in the blackness of the night. He was going to take her to a pond outside of Gotham, the sky so clear and when the moon was high in the sky, it shined over the water. He was going to have a small picnic Uber one of the many trees right beside the water. With white Christmas lights stung around the blanket, to give a soft glow to the area. Plush silk blankets and pillows surrounding them,with an easel and canvas and a chair, he’d have her wear a dress he had brought in the backseat of his car. It was an ivory chiffon dress that cascades down her body. He’d have her lay there, dress sprawled out as she layer there as he painted her. Making her truly look like an angel sent to him from the heavens. That night they would lay there, laying under the stars, wrapped up in one another. And right before they fall asleep, as they lay there together, under the covers with the lights and the moon giving a soft radiant glow to them, he would ask her to be his.

Now he looked down at the girl he had planned on making his tonight. The girl who stole his heart, the girl who made him the happiest man alive, walk without him, a large smile on her face, a smile that he didn’t cause. He watched as his heart broke further, watching the girl who stole his heart, but broke it at the same time.

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robininthelabyrinth · 6 years

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Fic: Jonah (ao3 link)

Fandom: Flash, Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Barry Allen/Mick Rory/Leonard Snart Series: Flashwave Week 2018 (Destiny Series)

Summary: In which Barry goes to sleep and wakes up to a very different universe.

And it's all because Leonard "Destiny of the Endless" Snart couldn't keep his big mouth shut while reading the literal Book of Destiny.

Oh, well.

A/N: @flashwaveweek - Flashwave Week: Accidental Marriage

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Barry, as he so often does, wakes up feeling tired.

Not physically, of course; his powers make sure that even minimal amounts of sleep are enough to fully revive him.

Wouldn't want the world to go without one its heroes, Barry thinks bitterly.

Most of his mornings are spent like this, now: awake, but trapped in bitterness and regret. He's not sure when exactly it started, this endless frozen atrophied bitterness - when Joe's new baby died, maybe, or when Wally was killed, or when Caitlin was mind-wiped until she didn't remember any of them, or when Cisco went temporarily evil and killed so many people that even the defense of mind control didn't swing the jury back in his favor.

He has new members of Team Flash to back him now, but it's not the same. He knows he can't let himself get close to them or they'll just be targets as well, more than they already are.

Everyone he's close to is a target.

Like Iris.

Oh, Iris...

Maybe that's when the bitterness started, when Iris sat him down - months ago, now - and held his hands and told him that while she still loved him, she thought it'd be better for both of them if they weren't married anymore.

Barry doesn't blame her. He wouldn't want to be friends with a Jonah like him, either: mysterious disappearances at every turn, weird twists and turns what feels like every week, never any normal life, and poisonous honey to draw in every maniacal villain in existence, it felt like.

Even the Justice League, in which he put so much hope, is fracturing: Batman's latest protégé brutally murdered and Batman lashing out against them all as a result, Superman's identity and Earth parents under threat, Diana offered an irresistible chance to go home again for a rest, Hal sent far away...no one has time or interest in their alliance beyond the moments of utter necessity, which seem to happen about once a year or so.

Nothing like the group of friends who can understand the pressures of heroism that Barry wanted it to be.

And that leads him back to where he is: bitter and tired and unable to get up.

"Bar!" Iris' voice rings through the door, causing Barry to violently start. Iris hasn't lived in what was once their mutual apartment since she'd moved back home to take care of Joe, who was near-catatonic with grief. Sure, she still had a key, but she never used it... "Barry Allen, I know you have super-speed, but if you don't get up now, you're going to be late. Or, more importantly, we're going to be late!"

Barry doesn't recall any plans he had with Iris. Honestly, Barry doesn't recall the last time he spoke with Iris, even though (even after everything) she's still his anchor.

Is this another trick? Another villain's scheme?

Only one way to find out.

He gets dressed and goes into the kitchen, where Iris is rifling through the fridge, though she looks up when he walks in.

"There you are, lazybones," she says, grinning at him, and Barry has to take a step back, because he hasn't seen Iris this healthy, this whole, this happy in - years. Even before she moved out. "Don't tell me you're getting cold feet."

"Cold feet?" Barry echoes helplessly.

"More like hot feet, I'd say," another voice says with a laugh from his blind spot, and now Barry's really twitching because it's been forever since he heard that voice, it can't be, he's dead, but no, Barry turns and there he is.

Eddie Thawne is sitting at Barry's kitchen table with a newspaper and a wedding ring.

"You're letting the puns get to you, babe," Iris says, going over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "You planning to go villain on us?"

"Hey, I don't necessarily get my puns from the villains," Eddie protests mildly, smiling up at her with that devoted, loving gaze he's always had for Iris, the one that won him Barry's affection even despite their competition. "Maybe I get it from my wonderful pun-using award-winning journalist wife. Have you considered that possibility, Mrs. West?"

"I have indeed, Mr. West," Iris says haughtily, but with a grin. "And I'll have you know that your wife just reports what's out there - Barry, you're pale. Did you forget your midnight snack again? You know your metabolism goes screwy when you don't eat enough."

Barry shakes his head and shrugs. He can't think of what to say. He can't think of - anything.

They look so happy.

"Sit and eat," Eddie says, looking at him with a frown. "Did we - did we actually wake you up? We didn't mean to."

"Like Barry would've slept through our kids getting ready to go school," Iris says, but she sounds doubtful. "They're total elephants and we do live right upstairs..."

Barry and Iris didn't have kids. They'd wanted to, of course, in the beginning, but then there was what happened to Nora and they'd never quite managed to get over that enough to start trying, not before the tragedies started - or worsened, really, it wasn't like their lives weren't full of tragedy before...

"Nora?" he croaks.

"No, Don and Dawn," Iris says, looking puzzled. "They're the maniacal little kindergarteners; little Nora's still cooking." She taps her belly, which now that Barry pays attention he notices is curved out slightly. "As you well know. Are you okay?"

Barry opens his mouth to tell them that there's been a timeline alteration, that someone's changed something - Eddie's alive, after all, and he shouldn't be - but then he stops.

If he tells them there's a timeline alteration, then they'll want to help him try to fix it.

They'll want to send him back.

Back to a world where he lives in his big apartment alone with the wreck of all his dreams, where Iris has quit her job to care for Joe, where...his friends...his friends...

"I think I have temporary amnesia," Barry says apologetically. "Can you catch me back up?"

"Uh, sure," Iris says, blinking at him. "Is this a Justice League thing?"

Barry shrugs apologetically.

"I'm going to text Diana very angrily about this," Iris says, who's never had Diana's phone number. No one had Diana's phone number, and once she went back to Thermiscyra it was a moot point anyway. "Or maybe Selina."

"Selina?"

"Batman's wife? Catwoman?"

"Oh," Barry says faintly. "Right. Her."

Batman got married?!

"Barry, please sit and eat something," Eddie says, coming over and putting a warm hand on his back. "Whatever's gone wrong, we'll help you fix it, you know that."

"I know," Barry says, his throat tight. "Uh. Can I ask you - about everyone else?"

"Sure," Iris says. "But then - as soon as we finish our appointments today - we're taking you to STAR Labs for Caitlin to check you."

"Caitlin's - at STAR Labs?"

"Well, no," Eddie says. "Only sometimes. She got that job in that hospital - Head of the Metahuman Wing, remember? Her and Killer Frost both?"

"Of course he doesn't remember, Eddie," Iris says. "He has amnesia."

"Well, I don't know how far back the amnesia goes -"

"Cisco?" Barry interrupts, a little desperately. "Joe?"

"Cisco's at STAR Labs," Iris agrees, clearly puzzled. "Probably setting up for his first class of the day -"

"Class?"

"Yeah, the Flash Engineering Corps," Eddie says, looking amused. "Best scholarship program in the Twin Cities - plus you get to work for a superhero while saving up for college. Iris' idea, of course."

"Shush, you. Joe's - well, Joe's probably dropping Jenna off at school after her dentist appointment, then dropping Cecile off at the DA's office, and then going into work at the CCPD as usual, I guess?"

Barry swallows hard. Caitlin herself, Cisco free, Joe aware...

There's got to be a catch.

"Oh, crap," Iris says abruptly. "Our appointment! Barry, we can deal with your amnesia later, but if we miss this, they won't let us have another, and then you won't have a suit for your wedding!"

...wait, what?

"Uh," Barry says.

"Listen, here, Barry Allen," Iris says. "I know you and Mick would probably get married in your underwear and a bathrobe if we let you, but damnit that is not going you happen, you get me?"

"Yes, ma'am," Barry says automatically, saluting her so that she laughs and punches his arm lightly.

His mind is still reeling. Mick? As in, Mick Rory? Formerly the supervillain Heatwave, most recently member of the Legends, kind of depressed almost all the time?

They're getting married?!

This can’t be right.

Barry checks his phone for confirmation. There’s a WhatsApp group chat titled “Justice League” that’s filled with jokes, that’s the first thing he notices – did Batman really just send around a bat emoji? really? will wonders never cease? – but Barry’s Facebook definitely seems to suggest that he’s marrying Mick Rory and that everyone is sending him congratulations on it.

“Barry,” Iris says. “Appointment. Time to get moving.”

There's a knock at the door.

"I've got it," Eddie says, and is at the door opening it before Barry can say anything - you don't open doors, you don't know who's waiting behind those doors with a gun and a grudge, that's how we lost Cecile, except here they didn't lose Cecile. "Oh, Snart, what are you doing here?"

Snart?

Wait, no, this is good - in Barry's universe, Snart had recently returned from the dead to assume some sort of mystical magical position or something, something Constantine called "Destiny of the Endless". Barry's not entirely sure what he does - it seems to involve a lot of reading - but it did mean that he spends most of his days in his garden house outside of time.

And if he's outside of time, he wouldn't be affected by the timeline changes!

"- just need to borrow Barry for a bit," Snart is saying apologetically. His hood is up over his head and his eyes are glowing that inhuman blue that Barry's still not used to, and he has his ridiculous Book in hand; he's definitely still Destiny here. "I'll get him to the fitting, don't worry; just meet us there."

"Fine, I'm trusting you," Iris says, shaking her head at him. "C'mon, Eddie; you can drop me off before you go to work - Barry will catch up later, apparently. But don't you dare be late, Bar!"

"Uh," Barry says.

"Later than usual," she amends.

"Okay," he says, because that seems slightly more plausible.

They leave and Barry turns onto Snart. "Do you know -" he starts, only for Snart to interrupt.

"I'm sorry," he says.

Barry stares at him. "Oh god," he says. "It's affected you, too."

Snart scowls at him. "It has not," he snaps. "But I promised Mick those'd be the first words out of my mouth."

That seemed pretty plausible. Mick could get Snart to do just about anything.

"And I am," Snart adds grudgingly. "Sorry. I guess."

That sounds more like it.

"You're behind the timeline change?"

Snart winces. "Bit more than a timeline change," he says. "I'm - listen, I'm new at this whole Destiny thing, okay?"

"...yeah..?"

"I was - multitasking."

Barry's never heard that word imbued with such gravitas portending doom.

(Does the ability to do that come with the Destiny job?)

"Okay, and?" he asks.

"Turns out that's a bad idea," Len says grimly.

"What did you do, Snart?"

"I was reading from the Book," Snart says. "You know, the one that describes how reality operates?"

He shakes it pointedly.

Barry just gives him a look.

"Anyway, Mick was on my case about - something - and he mentioned you a few times - as a good influence or something - and, uh, I may have lost my temper a bit -"

"Snart. What did you do."

"I said, 'if you like Barry Allen so much, maybe you should marry him'," Snart says, looking hideously embarrassed.

As he should.

"What are you, five?" Barry asks. "I haven't heard that used as a comeback since first grade."

Possibly third. Maybe even fifth.

Barry was never really good at comebacks.

That's not the point.

"The point is," Snart says, "is that by saying that while reading the Book, reality got a little...confused."

"Confused," Barry says flatly.

"It - may have reshuffled itself into a world in which you and Mick are getting married."

“No kidding,” Barry says. He’s already figured that out. “And I don’t remember the new backstory because…?”

“Speed Force,” Snart says with a shrug. “Protects you from timeline shifts for the most part, or at least your memories. You should start getting the memories from this timeline in a few months, though.”

“Just like it was with Flashpoint?” It’d taken all summer before Barry’s old memories started fading in favor of the new ones.

“Yeah, like that,” Snart says.

Barry considers this. “…can it be changed back?” he asks after a long moment.

“It can,” Snart says. “But Mick doesn’t really want to – there’s some friends of his on the Legends that died. Sometimes in pretty nasty ways. Anyway, they’re back now. But he says I have to check with you as to what you want.”

“My memories of this world will start coming in in a few months?”

“Yeah. You’ll still remember the old world, though; it’ll just be overlaid with, like, important event memories so that you're not always asking about backstory.”

“Okay, then,” Barry says.

“…what does that mean?” Snart asks suspiciously.

“It means ‘okay’,” Barry says. “Thus far, this world seems a lot better than the one I left behind so, you know, screw that.”

He wasn't able to stay in Flashpoint because what he had to give up was so great, but the world he's left behind now? The world of misery and death and the endless despair of being a Jonah?

Seriously.

Screw that.

“You have a whole brand new set of enemies,” Snart warns him.

“Not exactly a new experience,” Barry says with a shrug. “Cisco and Caitlin can catch me up until I get the memories.”

“My sister’s developed plant-related powers and lives in Gotham now.”

“…weird and not exactly on-theme for her, but that sounds like Batman’s problem, not mine.”

“You kind of have to marry Mick.”

“Have to?”

“The entire reality rewrite is based on it,” Snart says. “The whole thing won’t fix into place until you both say ‘I do.’”

“But we could theoretically get divorced afterwards?”

“Yeah, no problem. It’d take you a year, legally speaking, but you can do it.”

A year married to Mick Rory, in exchange for Iris happily married with kids (and living upstairs, no less), Joe still functional, Cisco free and teaching, Caitlin at a hospital, a proper Justice League friendship group, and even some of the Legends brought back?

Yeah, like that’s a tough choice.

“I’m in,” Barry says. “Can I talk with Mick about this? He remembers everything, right?”

“Yes, he does, and he’s coming back tomorrow,” Snart says. “Legends, you know, they’re not always great on timing.”

“I do know that,” Barry says. “Uh – how does Mick feel about it? The marriage thing? Does he just want to pretend our way through it, or…?”

It’s not like Barry would really object if Mick wanted to give the marriage thing an actual go. He’s touch-starved, he’s apparently single, and he’s always been aware that Mick is ridiculously hot.

No pun intended.

(Damnit, villains!)

Snart smirks.

“Like I said,” he drawls. “He likes you. In fact, he likes you so much that he oughta marry you – and look at that, so you are.”

Barry shakes his head. “Whatever,” he says. He’ll talk about it with Mick directly; that’ll make more sense. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a suit fitting to go to.”

Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’s arrived early enough to still help out with the cake-tasting selection…

(Mick ends up making all the cake samples. Barry would marry him just for that.)

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