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Bart's Back!

[RP with sofasterthanyou]

Cissie dragged just about every snack food she had out of the cupboard before turning to the mini-fridge. She was going to need to go shopping tomorrow but she didn't care at all. She checked her cell phone again after sticking some nachos in the microwave--nothing from Tim yet. She was dying to tell him about Bart, but she knew he was working and she didn't want to risk interrupting, particularly since he'd warned her that he would be out of touch for a while.

While the microwave worked its magic, she went back to her computer and laughed at Bart's latest message before sending one in return: "So--are you coming over?"

Cissie sat back in her chair and chewed on her lip while she waited.

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Bart forced a grin and popped up to his feet. "I'll be right back," he said, and disappeared out the window.

Taking the luxury of going the long way--that is, across Europe and Asia--instead of the more direct route, Bart used his speed to get himself back under control. He was horrifically embarrassed that he had broken down like that on Cissie, even though he knew she didn't mind and only wanted to help. He had thought he was more together than that.

Grabbing the photo album from his desk at the motel, Bart zipped back to Pennsylvania and into Cissie's room, settling himself back on the floor, and opening the book across his lap.

"This is Shannon," he said, pointing to a picture of a woman with curly blonde hair and dark blue eyes, one eyebrow cocked towards the camera as she rolled her eyes, smiling in exasperation. "She hated having her picture taken, but I kept pestering her. And this is us getting married." Strangely enough, it wasn't weird at all to see himself at thirty. Bart decided not to think about it. "And this is when the twins were born," he said, turning the page over to a picture of two red-faced bundles with a shock of auburn hair on both their heads. "And their first birthday." The boys were almost dwarfed by their cake. Bart's head was only just visible over the top of the cake, his hands prominent only because he was supporting the twins' backs where they sat. "And this--" he broke off and had to clear his throat. "This is Halloween," he said, pointing to a picture of the boys, around age eight, dressed up as Robin and Superboy. "Thankfully, Conner was the one who wanted to be Robin, and Tim wanted to be Superboy. I don't think I could have handled it if it was the other way around. Even so, Shannon was the one who had to do most of the preparations that year." He shook his head, laughing. "It's still hard to see." After a moment, he flipped a couple pages, turning to when the boys were teens. "Their first cars," he pointed to two similar-looking sedans parked on a street, nose-to-nose. "They wanted a sports car, but Shannon wouldn't let them get it. I wanted a sports car too, but that was also shot down," he added with a chuckle. "Graduating high school," he pointed to the boys in their black robes, their signature Allen hair poking out from beneath their mortar boards, identical grins splitting their faces. "Going to college" Here they looked exasperated (an expression they had obviously gotten from their mother, Bart knew he could never pull off that amused irritation) and excited, obviously not listening to their mother as she explained something. Conner was looking imploringly at the camera (and therefore Bart), a duffel bag under his arm and Tim had his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised as he nodded at Shannon, not paying any attention to her.

"...And that's--that's as far as I've gotten," Bart admitted quietly, hand resting on a blank page. He blinked a few times, trying to stave off tears. He didn't want to cry again.

Cissie listened to Bart with a soft smile, marveling a little at the pictures. She gently took the book from him when he finished, flipping back through a bit more slowly, taking her time as she looked at them so she could maintain her composure. It was strange, to see Bart's life--his family--and know she had missed it all. "They look like you," she said finally. "And Shannon is really pretty." She caught Bart's hand and squeezed it.

Bart squeezed Cissie's hand back a little desperately, breathing out a laugh. "Yeah... Shannon used to say that they were all mine, since no one as crazy and hyper could come from her at all." He smiled wistfully, staring down at one of the last pictures, of the boys and their prom dates posing in front of the house. "Sometimes it all feels like a dream," he confessed hollowly. "I wake up and I can't remember what reality I'm in."

Cissie squeezed his hand back reassuringly, turning her head to watch him carefully. "I think that's probably to be expected. But--it'll get better, Bart."

Bart sighed. "I hope so, Ciss." He absently played with the corner of the pages, staring sightlessly into his lap. "Can't get any worse, right?" He laughed a little hysterically. "God, I have to stop this. I'm sorry." He pressed his free hand to his face for a second.

She smiled gently at him and squeezed his hand a little harder. "It's okay, Bart. It'll get better--and we'll help you."

Glancing over to the clock on the wall, Bart started. "It's getting late," he said, closing the book in his lap, but not letting go of Cissie's hand. "I should go, let you sleep. You have school tomorrow, right?"

Cissie shrugged, giving him a small smile. "Yeah, but I don't mind getting a little less sleep. I don't mind company either, if you want to stay."

Bart shook his head. "I shouldn't be keeping you up. Doing poorly in school due to sleep deprivation isn't anything I'd wish on anyone. Well... even though all the people I know seem to be managing it just fine." He was reluctant to leave though. Now that Kon had gone back to Hawaii, Bart was alone in that room, and truth be told, he was a little scared. Not of what could happen to him or anything, he could protect himself, but of what he would dream of. Bart never did alone well.

Cissie smiled at him. "Hey, I did pretty well when I was still Arrowette. I haven't really been terrific at adjusting my sleep schedule since then, either. And I didn't say I wouldn't sleep--you can crash here if you want. I don't mind."

"Really?" He brightened for a minute, then shook his head. "I dunno, Ciss. I might snore." He grinned. "Don't think you want a Speedster snoring all night. I hear tell it's a rather continuous sound."

She laughed. "Hey, I used to live with Cassie. I'm pretty sure I can sleep through just about anything."

Bart snickered. "Did Cassie snore too?" This was a very hilarious mental image, and Bart laughed accordingly.

"Thanks, Ciss." Bart grinned, raising their clasped hands and pressing Cissie's knuckles against his lips briefly before jumping up, leaving the photo album abandoned on the floor. "I might go for a quick run though, which'll give you time to do your mysterious girl thing or whatever it is you guys do before you go to bed."

Cissie grimaced, making a face. "She talked in her sleep. About food, a lot. Once she told me it was okay, because we could put the chicken in the picnic basket and nail it shut. And then there was the time she woke up shouting 'toast!' and flew into the ceiling."

She smiled in amusement, shaking her head. Mysterious girl thing. She really had missed him. "All right," she said, pushing herself up off the floor. "Don't forget pajamas. Or a toothbrush."

Bart guffawed, trying hard to imagine Cassie shouting out food names as she floated in her sleep. It was a pretty hilarious mental image.

"Okay!" Bart replied, clambering out the window and running down through the grounds back to Detroit to go pick up some stuff so he could sleep in comfort.

Cissie laughed as she was left in Bart's wake. She gathered her things and went to brush her teeth and change into her pajamas. She was so happy to have Bart back, although she was worried about how he would adjust. She could only hope that he would let them help him.

Bart quickly gathered his things, deciding to change while he had some more privacy and snatching his toothbrush and a pair of clean jeans. He raced back to Cissie's room, barely breathing hard as he blurred to a stop in the middle of her room. Looking around at her obviously girl-inhabited room, he smirked. "I feel like I should be doing your nails while you gush about your boyfriend," he confessed, snickering.

She laughed and stuck her tongue out at him playfully. "Very funny," she told him, but her grin took any sting out of her words. "But if that's what you want to do..."

Bart frantically backed away, his hands held out in front of him. "Kidding!" he protested. "I was just kidding!" He loved Cissie, but painting her nails would be just a little too weird for him. Besides, he'd probably do a terrible job.

Cissie laughed and threw a pillow at him, aiming for his head. "You're such a guy," she teased.

Bart snatched the pillow out of the air, and held it to his chest, wrapping his arms around it. "Well, yes, I'd certainly hope so," he said dryly. "Otherwise I'd have a lot more issues than I currently do." He shook his head, smirking.

She grinned at him, climbing into bed. "You're a goof," she said affectionately.

Bart smirked over his shoulder as he arranged the futon properly. "You know me too well," he said.

"Toss me a blanket," he said, placing his hostage pillow down at the top and settling down on the mattress.

Cissie did him one better--she tossed him three blankets and a second pillow before settling in under her own blanket. "Good night, Bart."

Wrapping himself up in his blankets like a cocoon, Bart smiled. "'Night Ciss," he replied. "And... thanks. For, you know, listening."

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