I made myself depressed with this chapter. This will be part 1 of 3. Hope you guys like it!
Inspiration and motivation for this chapter was:
I Just Wanna Run by: The Downtown Fiction
Lying is the most fun... by: Panic! At The Disco
Prelude 12/21 by: AFI
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The urge was there. It always has been...it always will be.
He's never satisfied it...never let his guard down long enough to accomplish what he wants...but now...now he doesn't care. He doesn't care who's around or who isn't. He's doing it; he's running.
The world is a blur around him as Bart allows his feet to carry him...his destination isn't clear, it's non-existent. But he doesn't care. It's not important right now just as long as he gets away from the others.
Jaime's gone...he has been for a while now and Bart just can't take it anymore.
He came to the past to stop his future form happening. He was supposed to meet Blue Beetle, stop him, and then fade away because the future had become perfect.
He wasn't supposed to meet Jaime Reyes, he wasn't supposed to fall in love with him...he wasn't supposed to let him be captured.
Nothing is going according to plan...nothing is okay.
And so Bart runs. It's what he's good at; it's what he does.
He runs. He runs from his future...he runs from his problems...he runs from his misery.
Bart runs. It's what he does...it's the only thing he can do.
The world is a blur around him...he's not sure where he is. But right now...he's fine. The tears have stopped...the aching in his chest has dulled...he can survive. For now at least.
He can't distinguish anything around him; he's moving too fast.
And that's good. Because right now, he can't afford to become attached or accustomed; he's learned that the hard way.
Nightwing to Bart. Do you read me?
The comm link is still attached to his suit...but he doesn't care.
If he doesn't answer, they'll leave him alone.
This is his plan...this is his only way to survive. Ignore and keep moving.
Bart, you have to come back.
Robin...he's just as panicked as Bart is...the only difference is that the bird knows how to hide his emotions.
Impulse, we can't just ignore the problem.
Nightwing again.
He hears sighs...then shuffles...and he's left in silence again.
Bart picks up speed...he has to move faster...he has to move quicker than his problems. They're right there, on his tail...snapping at him and teasing him.
This is his escape.
When Bart finally comes to a halt, gasping for breath because he's finally given into the tears, he chokes back a sob.
El Paso's just as hot as he remembers. The Reyes house hold is empty just like every Sunday morning.
And Bart can't help it. He vibrates his way into Jaime's room and just...looks.
It's how he remembers it; bed unmade, clothes strewn everywhere, homework littering the work desk in the corner.
It's a memory...and a painful reminder of what was and what will never be.
Jaime's gone. Bart can't accept it, but it's true.
"Well, well, well...it seams that the meat can't stay away from you, brother." Bart feels his blood run cold as the double toned voice cuts through the silence.
One more second of nothing...and then the room is invaded.
Black Beetle opens Jaime's closet door and steps out with Blue under his arm.
"Jaime..." Bart hears himself whimper without really registering the fact that he spoke.
"Sorry, ese. He's gone." It's his voice...his body...but that smirk.
That smirk and those eyes...they are not Jaime. They're a stranger's features...a monster's features.
"It's pathetic really." Green beetle makes his appearance then, walking into the room in a nonchalant manner. "Tears always have ruined human beauty...what little beauty you humans have anyway."
"You won't succeed." Bart growls, again without his consent.
"We already have. You've seen it first hand, haven't you, meat? You come form our future. Tell me, is it as wonderful as we all imagine?" Blue speaks.
And this...this breaks him.
The fact that it was Jaime's voice saying this...it was too much.
"It won't happen. I promise you that. I'll do what I have to." Bart states.
And then...everything changes.
The armor peels back to reveal Jaime's face.
His eyes are wide and brown and glossy with tears.
"Jaime, Angel, please...just stop fighting. You can stand with us just don't fight against us. They'll hurt you." Bart feels his kneel buckle...and he wipes away the frsh tears as he takes the few steps he needs to in order to stand in front of Jaime.
"Jaime?"
"Yeah, Angel?"
"Go to hell." Bart growls before letting his fist snap forward to collide with Jaime's cheek.
And then, the features change to reveal a fuming Jaime Reyes.
A face Bart has never seen his boyfriend make.
"I tried making this vessel happy by saving you, Meat. Keep that in mind when you burn with the rest of your pesky friends." Jaime growls as the armor wraps around him.
"I'd rather burn with them than stand beside any of you." Bart states.
And then he's running again.
This time, however...he knows where he's going.
Kansas. Smallville, Kent Farm...he's going to the new HQ.
He's going to stop this.
His mission is to save the people in the future...his mission is to act...his mission is clear.
Now that the distraction has turned into motivation...it's going to happen.
Even if that means doing something he really doesn't want to do.
"Bart! Finally!" Tim is the first to greet him when he walks into the barn in the middle of sparing training.
"Who am I up against?" Bart demands as he tears his goggles off of his face.
"Uh...Superboy." Nightwing states in shock.
"Are you okay?" Conner asks when they step out into the small field behind the barn.
"I'm fine...I'm ready. I'm done with the guilt." Bart mutters...and lunges forward.
*Sob* I'm so sorry! I promise it'll end with a huge happy ending!
On a side note though, would you guys like more:
1) Fluff
or
2) Smutt