AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey Guys I know I haven't updated in months I ran out of ideas and I didn't really have time but I'M BACK AND I PROMISE I'LL TRY TO UPDATE MORE FREQUENTLY. Anyways Enjoyy :) WARNING: mentions of self-harm..kinda?

A week past since Barry and Oliver had their last training session, and truthfully Barry was feeling really confident about his improvement. He had practiced everything Oliver told him and more including his pain tolerance techniques. Barry was just getting ready to walk out of S.T.A.R labs to meet up with Oliver before being stopped by Joe.

"Where are you going?" Joe asked him skeptically.

"I'm just..meeting up with some..friends" Barry said sheepishly avoiding eye contact with his foster father. Nobody knew about Barry and Oliver's training sessions and Barry wanted it to stay that way. Joe was against Barry fighting metas without his powers altogether so if he ever figured out Barry has been training for it...yikes.

Joe looked at Barry unconvinced and nodded slowly. "Okay…" Joe mumbled crossing his arms.

Barry raised an eyebrow at Joe "What?" Barry asked him exasperated. Joe has been way too observant on Barry ever since he found him practicing his methods in his room the other week. Barry was worried that Joe would somehow figure out about his training, he was a detective after all. It was really started to get on Barry's nerves.

"Nothing" Joe said shrugging "Go on with your shenanigans" Joe said with an unreadable expression. Barry didn't like that, when he couldn't figure out someone's expression but he shrugged it off and got ready to leave for his training session.

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"Barry, you're late" Oliver said not even looking at Barry.

"Sorry" Barry said although clearly evident that he was not sorry.

"Did you practice what I told you? I hope you did because today we will be-"

"Fighting again?" Barry interrupted excitingly.

"No" Oliver sighed annoyed. "Today we will be practicing how to tolerate pain" Oliver said.

"Really? I've already been doing that myself!" Barry said proudly pulling up his sleeves to reveal his burn scars and light knife cuts.

"Barry what the hell!" Oliver said stalking over to Barry and grabbing his arm carefully observing the scars. "How long have you been doing this" Oliver asked softly voice edged with concern

Barry noticing the look on his friends face shook his head and pulled his sleeves back down. "It's not for the reason you think Oliver, I swear" Barry said running his hand through his hair. "I just wanted to become more..tolerant that's all" Barry said

"Barry.." Oliver said trying to think of the right words to say. "People don't just..harm themselves to make themselves more...tolerant" Oliver said slowly.

"Seriously Ollie I thought you'd be proud of me!" Barry said exasperated.

"For what? Cutting yourself? Burning yourself!?" Oliver almost shouted.

Barry scoffed and threw his arms up. "You know what? Fine" Barry said feeling extremely frustrated. "You obviously don't want me to improve so consider this training session over!" Barry yelled walking over to his car and driving away.

Oliver sighed and ran a hand over his face. Why did Barry have to be so stubborn..was that how he was? God no wonder why people were always so annoyed by his stubbornness.

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Barry was walking over to Jitters, to just relax with a cup of coffee and forget about what just happened. Unfortunately he was approached by an unpleasant intruder on his way there.

"Wallet. Now" The mugger yelled shoving Barry against a wall in a nearby alleyway. Very similar to the situation he encountered while he had his speed and god did he wish he had his speed right now.

Barry just stared at the mugger unknowingly. He had no idea what he was supposed to. He couldn't just give the man his wallet, could he? No, no he couldn't do that..what was he supposed to do fight him? Lost in his thoughts Barry didn't anticipate the punch that was being thrown his way.

The mugger decked Barry straight across his face drawing blood. Barry gasped and wiped the blood off his nose. Okay so he was fighting then.

Barry threw a punch towards the mugger's face but the mugger easily caught it twisting back causing Barry's shoulder to dislocate. Barry yelled in excruciating pain and fell to his knees.

"Now, where is your wallet pretty boy?" The mugger snarled grabbing Barry by his shirt collar.

"Not...telling you" Barry refused and stumbled to his feet again.

"Where do you think you're going?" the mugger asked kicking Barry back to the floor. "Where. Is. Your. Wallet!" The mugger yelled kicking Barry's stomach with every pause.

"I'll..never...tell" Barry coughed spitting out blood.

"DAMMIT" The mugger yelled kicking Barry's face and pulling him up, shoving him against the wall. "I guess I'll just have to look myself" He said restraining Barry and searching his pockets. "There we go" The mugger smirked pulling out Barry's wallet with a chuckle "This is for not complying" He said pulling out a gun and shooting Barry's stomach.

Barry fell to floor clutching his stomach unable to make out words. He watched helplessly as the mugger walked away, his own vision blurring. Barry attempted shouting for help but the only thing that came out from his mouth was blood. He reached for his phone weakly and dialed Oliver's number. Don't pass out. Don't pass out. He kept telling himself but he could feel his body giving up. If he passed out there was a likely chance he would die and he was not looking forward to that.

After what seemed like an eternity, Oliver finally picked up. "Hello?"

"He-lp" was all Barry managed to choke out before losing all consciousness.

I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please leave a review and feel free to add suggestions or recommendations! Criticism is welcome I'd be happy to improve :D