𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬-𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘦 INDEFINITE HIATUS

“Strangely, Gotham has been quiet too recently. Didn’t like it one bit.” He replied truthfully as he watches him pacing around slightly.

“How are you holding up?” Bruce asked the Speedster stopping his work on his Batsuit as he looks up at the kid infront of him once again.

“Morning Barry.”

“Exsctly. You’re right.”

“Whaaaaaat? No. And even if I did, it’s … it ain’t Ratcatcher.” No, he’s totally not blushing or anything. No way.

“Who— Who says I got me eyes on anyone?” He’s not giving up.

Boomer shrugged, brows raised. “I dunno. It’s not … — I dunno, mate.”

We’re his cheeks a bit warm? Nooooooo, not at all. “ … What makes ya think that?”

“It does, does it?” But would he?