Author's Notes: Bruce Wayne needs to learn how to talk to people. Even friendless heroes will be turned off by a potential intruder in their homes sitting in their second favorite chair.

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"Barry Allen. Bruce Wayne."

Barry Allen looked at the man currently sitting in the dark in his second favorite chair for a moment…before pulling out his cell phone and dialing 9-1-1.

The man in his second favorite chair blinked. Obviously, he was expecting something different. What? Was he expecting the forensic officer to play host and offer some tea and cookies while they chatted like women from The View.

"Wait." The man who called himself 'Bruce Wayne' and was sitting in his second favorite chair said. "I can explain."

"A picture's worth a thousand words; all I see is someone who broke into my house and is currently sitting in my second favorite chair calling himself Bruce Wayne." Barry scowled. He kept the phone next to his ear, registering the annoying ringing sound before a voice came through.

"Hello, 9-1-1. What's your emergency?"

"Yeah, I have an intruder in my home claiming to be Bruce Wayne and he is sitting in my second favorite chair." Barry ignored the cold glare that the man who claimed to be Bruce Wayne gave him. "He also knew my name and I know we have never met before today."

"Alright, just sit tight. Tell me your location and we'll send help ASAP."

"You better hurry, because I think he has a shuriken in his hand!"

"What?!"

He saw the piece of metal coming towards him and ducked. The shuriken sunk deep into the wall behind him.

Barry glared at the man who had now stood up and stopped sitting in his second favorite chair. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Barry Allen, I am assembling a team of people with special abilities, please hang up before you make the biggest mistake of your life." The man who called himself Bruce Wayne and was no longer sitting in his second favorite chair now started walking towards him. "There are enemies coming-"

"My location is West Side, 52 Westfield Lane in Central City. The intruder has just thrown a projectile at me and is now advancing and is not making any sense." Barry said into his cell phone.

"Sir, get out of there. We'll have police at your place ETA five minutes."

"Already out." Barry chuckled. Thanks to his super-speed, he managed to get out of the house and away from the man who called himself Bruce Wayne and sat in his second favorite chair. For a good measure, he knocked the man out and tied him up – begrudgingly – on his third favorite chair. His second favorite chair had already taken enough abuse from the wrong ass. "Also, the intruder was knocked out right before you told me to get out. Nerve strike. I work with the police."

That was the easiest explanation.

A few minutes later, right as police cars came in, Barry Allen felt his insides grow icy. In his rush to deal with the man who called himself Bruce Wayne, sat in his second favorite chair and is now unconscious and tied up in his third favorite chair, he had forgotten one thing.

In his house were security cameras. He forgot to delete the security footage of his use of super-speed. The Flash would have to find another place to live and FAST!

Maybe he could dye his hair blonde and still keep his name…