(Barry's P.O.V)

Something was definitely up, and the tension was coming close to killing me.

I didn't know what was going on with Diana and I's mission, or why the hell Diana was acting so weird around me.

Actually maybe I did know something about that.

I had another food accident well at the cabin and even though I thought I covered it up well, Diana's constant watching and weird questions were unsettling and making me nervous, more so than usual.

That same day both Diana and I were called off from our mission, and now I was currently sitting in front of Bruce and Diana for a supposed team meeting, except for half the team was missing.

I looked around the room as Bruce and Diana chatted quietly to each other in front of me, and I sunk down even lower in my seat.

I had messed up, they're going to kick me out, what else could be the reason for this supposed meeting with only 3 members of the team.

I could feel my fear and anxiety enveloping me and I nearly had a heart attack when Diana's voice broke the utter silence.

"Barry".

I jumped out of surprise and looked up at Diana, attempting to hide my worried expression.

"Y-yes". I stuttered as I sat up straighter.

I watched as Bruce and Diana sat down looking at me, but I couldn't read their faces, I was petrified.

"Barry we called this meeting to talk about you and..".

I cut Bruce off mid sentence which I cursed myself for but I couldn't hold it in any longer and words exploded out of my mouth.

"I'm kicked off the team aren't I, god I knew this would happen, it's alright really spare me the shame by not having the other 3 here, thank you for that by the way..".

I continued rambling on as Diana and Bruce exchanged worried glances, further proving my statements to be true and I only shut my mouth after Bruce raised his hand, a polite way of telling me to shut up.

I sunk into my chair once again as the room was filled with silence.

"Barry no one is kicking you off the team, that wasn't even in the realm of possibilities".

Bruce finally explained and Diana nodded along.

"Yes, Bruce is telling the truth, you are loved in this group, where like a family, nobody is getting kicked off". Diana added on, further confusing me.

"Then why am I here, and where is everyone else"?

I couldn't understand what they saw in me so much that this meeting wasn't about me leaving the team, but maybe I had fucked up in another way and was about to be punished.

"We felt that this personal matter was better talked about in a more private way, between Diana, yourself and I". Bruce continued.

I nodded along wishing they would get on with my punishment before I put a whole in the floor from shaking so much.

"Barry, we are concerned about your health, more specifically your eating habits".

I froze at Diana's words.

So they knew, they knew I had messed up, I thought I could trust Diana with the incident on the plane but apparently not.

Now I was going to be punished over something I could have hidden, should have hidden, what the hell were they concerned about? Having a freak who couldn't control himself around food on the team, having a disappointment like myself around to bother everybody else?

I thought hard on what to say next, but apparently all my cowardly ass could come up with was a flat out lie.

"What do you mean, I don't have a problem with food"?

I could have kicked myself for that, and I shut my mouth before I could say anything else to screw up this interaction any more.

The both of them looked at me like I was a child and turned to face the screen built in to the wall on my left which now displayed some sort of video feed.

I watched in curiosity before the horror sunk in.

This wasn't just any old video feed, this was camera footage of the cabin's kitchen of which I could only assume took place the night I messed up.

"W-what is this"? I asked when the video began playing.

They didn't answer.

I watched as the time rolled around past midnight and wasn't surprised to see myself entering the kitchen.

"Guy's this isn't funny, come on turn the video off".

I didn't get a chance to look at their reactions though because in front of me was the disgusting image of my own self cramming food into my mouth, while making an absolute mess of everything around me.

I was repulsed and severely embarrassed by what was showing on screen, but both Bruce and Diana didn't seem to have much of a reaction to what was playing, meaning that they had already watched the footage.

I watched as my past self ate and ate, and I couldn't understand why they were showing me this. Was this their attempt at embarrassing me, or making fun of me, since they had succeeded in both those options so far.

Finally I couldn't take it any more and I turned away from the screen.

"Turn it off". I whispered, and thankfully the video finally ended leaving my present self mortified.

"I have cameras in every room of every building I own, usually used for security purposes but..".

"But what, used to embarrass me, to make fun of me"? I questioned a little louder this time, too emotional to care if I was being rude to Batman and Wonder Woman.

"No Barry, where just trying to help by showing what we know, and possibly diagnosing your behavior". Diana responded quickly to my little outburst a second ago.

"Barry, Diana and I think you may have developed an eating disorder, since your metabolism makes things more difficult for you".

My eyes widened in surprise.

An eating disorder, definitely not. Sure I sometimes lost control with food consumption or setting limits on my intake, and sometimes that just so happened to cause puking, but it wasn't like I was starving myself, or throwing up afterwards on purpose. I just needed to eat a lot and sometimes got carried away, right.

"No no no, guys you're taking this whole thing too far, I'm fine, I don't have an eating disorder, I'm a superhero".

"Yes, but Barry these symptoms you have been showcasing while living here are signs of a Binge eating disorder, you don't have to starve yourself to be classified in having one".

I looked at Bruce in annoyance.

"I'm telling you I'm fine, let's just drop this okay".

"Barry, where just worried about you and.."

"Again i'm fine". I repeated getting angry now.

"Yes but Barry.."

"I'M FINE"! I finally shouted unable to stop myself.

Diana shut her mouth looking hurt and I realised that the chair I was just sitting in was thrown to the floor and I was now standing, my fists clenched tight against my side.

Bruce's face was characteristically un-readable, and for a split second I was so mad at this whole situation that I wanted to hurt him, although I pushed that deep down as I took a deep breath.

"I think I better leave". I stated flatly, looking to the ground in shame.

"Barry think about what you're saying, we're not here to judge, we're here to help".

I stared at Bruce for a long moment unsure of what to do next.

"I'm sorry Bruce but I can take care of myself, I'll pack my things and be gone within the hour".

"Barry please don't go, where just trying to..".

"Help, I know, but I'm fine". I assured Diana who looked very upset.

"I'll just move back into the warehouse".

I looked to the both of them one last time before walking away to gather my stuff, which admittedly wasn't a lot.

Within the next hour I was packed and ready to leave, thankful that I hadn't run into anybody else while packing, although I wasn't surprised to see Diana waiting for me at the entrance.

"Where's Bruce"? I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Something came up, but I wanted to see to it that you moved back into your place well enough".

I shot her a weak smile.

"I'm pretty sure I can handle it, I'm the Flash after all, fastest man alive.

Diana chuckled a bit, although her usual lively laugh was hidden behind the mask of sorrow I had caused.

"I'll see you at training then"?

"Wouldn't miss it".

I was suddenly overtaken as Diana wrapped her arms around me in a hug.

"I'm sorry about earlier, but be safe, and call us if you need anything".

I nodded and after a few more lighthearted good byes, left.

The run back to the old warehouse took no longer than a minute max, and my stuff was unloaded and back to their original places in seconds, as if I had never left in the first place. The plan was never to stay at the hall of justice in general, but that didn't stop me from missing the place and the perks that came with it.

Sitting down now in my second favourite chair surrounded by scrap metal, old TV's and used furniture reminded me of before the Justice league, but now I knew that the less they knew the better, meaning no more staying at the hall of justice.

I could take care of myself, I could control whatever this definitely non eating disorder thing of mine was, and I was going to do it alone.

Just to clarify Barry is not leaving the Justice League, he's only moving out of the Hall of Justice, and will probably spend less time their in general. On a brighter note though I'm happy to say that I am very pleased with any reviews and overall positive feedback this story has accumulated, and am excited to read more of what you guy's think or want for future chapters. Apologies for any grammatical errors, I'm trying to go over my work and edit as much as I possibly can but sometimes I miss things. As always feel free to leave a review!