Iskra ⚡

It's about a year before Iskra returns to his own timeline, his face absolutely lightning up as he sees Thawne.

Just how he remembers him, in every perfect detail.

"Hey!"

"Well, thank you, but my hair is kind of a floppy mess..."

Iskra pouts, flicking one of his locks as if it's personally offended him.

"And y'know, there's this... metahuman villain out there who... has a similar style? I don't want anyone making mistakes..."

@eyes-for-disguise.bsky.social

"Baby, I'm thinking of going for a new style."

Totally not because he's had it confirmed that High Voltage is indeed his future self and wants to look as little like him as possible.

"Any ideas? You're the creative one."

"If he never makes mistakes, you killed my parents," Iskra responds wryly. "His word isn't gospel, far from it. But it does make me wonder what angle he's trying to spin."

» that statement if I hadn't already been looking into you. He killed your mother and framed your father, and seems to have forgotten that since you were born in 1989 and I'm only a few years your junior; we were kids at the same time. You didn't even *have* your powers yet."

"In my timeline, he cared for me. Trained me up to get revenge on the one who killed my parents. A speedster, he said. Someone who couldn't control his powers. Who marked their deaths as suicide. In this one, he told me it was your fault."

Iskra laughs humourlessly.

"He might've had me with »

"You can take all the time you need. No pressure to rush into anything. I can also assure you that the metahuman who was hunting me has lost his power. Last I saw him, he was in a stand off with the Flash."

He also looked like an older version of Iskra, but he chooses not to mention that part.

"It's supposed to drain your power. I'm meant to shove it onto your chest. It's strong, enough so to potentially kill."

Iskra averts his gaze.

"I tried it on Thawne but he assigned it to you, so all it did was give away that I'm not a fan of his."

"You don't care if I live or die, don't pretend to."

He catches the device and stores it, his entire demeanor stiff and defensive.

"I won't fall for your lies, not this time."

"God-complex, much?"

Iskra sighs heavily. It's hard for him. The Thawne of his timeline was just as cold, but he gave affection in doses, made Iskra crave it.

"Give me the device, I... I'll get my powers back."

"Okay, I told him to leave me alone. Same thing."

Iskra whines at the latter statement, looking like a wet puppy.

"You shouldn't have been able to take them in the first place."

He holds out a device to Barry, then places it on the floor and takes a few steps back.

"Careful. Thawne made that."

"That's a different tune to the one that was playing when you nearly killed me."

Iskra bristles, and if he'd had his powers, he would've sparked.

"Y'know, Thawne's been on my tail. Reckons I'm his minion, assigned to unravel you. I told him to go to hell."

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I needed to do some stuff that required my eyes so I switched to Edge and had the page read aloud like an audiobook of my own fanfiction.

It was awesome. 🤭

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I decided I was going to be productive today. I'd start by answering the comment I got on my fanfiction. But of course, I needed to check what chapter said comment was on, how far along in the story the person was, and...

Now I'm reading it myself, oops-

Iskra gently pulls Rose against his chest, nuzzling up under the other's chin as despite his feisty attitude, he's the slightly smaller party.

"It's okay. Once we get a stable environment, it should take some pressure off you and allow you to clear your head."

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"I literally just told you I have five of them."

Iskra reaches as though to knock on Rose's head, but doesn't actually make contact.

"Is your internal recording system not online yet?"

"So... is it you at mine or me at yours?"

Iskra's mind races with possibilities, not all of them favourable.

"I'll have to clean up a bit if it's the former."

"You..."

Iskra stares at Rose as if he's just manifested a halo and sprouted feathery wings.

"You'd do that? I... Yes! A thousand times yes, I'd love to!"

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Okay well I'm gonna be on MeChat thirsting over fictional men—

Wait, I do that here as well. 😂

a man in a suit is eating popcorn while sitting at a table . ALT: a man in a suit is eating popcorn while sitting at a table .

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Hallion told me she has ideas and then evaporated and I'm just

"Accurate. Leave Rose out of this, okay?"

Cue the sweetest smile.

Coughs and pretends to hide words in it.

"Ronald McDowell."

"I can't afford rent either. I rescued five cats and the money I make at my part-time job barely affords food for all of us. Sometimes they eat and I don't."

Iskra rubs sheepishly at the back of his neck.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Ah."

Iskra gives him an amused look.

"Why does such an innocent question make you react so intensely? I'm not about to go and kneecap someone."

"An unforeseen expense?"

Iskra raises an eyebrow, then takes a gentle breath.

"Did someone destroy your possessions?"

Well, now that's done, off to bed.

Cleaning blood from a knife, casually moving the tap to better wash it down the sink.

Fun fact: Not all sandwiches require bread.

"Probably a squirrel. So how's the booth going, anyway?"

Iskra takes one of Rose's hands and begins tracing patterns on the back of it.

"Have you made enough for a spa day, or should I grab some massage oils and a towel and head over after work?"