A small smile tugged at the corner of the speedster’s lips as he actually took pride in how they had managed to earn themselves a potential ally besides taking a step further into making the most out of the repercussions of the particle acceleration explosion, making sure the least possible amount of people got hurt in the process. “Cisco, he’s gonna save our numbers in your phone.” He raised a shoulder, realizing how horribly invasive that might have sounded. “He’s good like that. Mine’s gonna be saved under John Smith. Original, I know.” Beat the hell out of revealing his real name to her or having someone walking around with a phone containing contact information that read ‘The Flash’. “We’ll get in touch with you first, but uh– If anything should happen, if anything comes up…”

For a moment, she thought of lying. For a moment, she thought of telling him she did not have a phone, but she did, and he’d know if she was lying, and that would sour their newly acquired partnership. So that was an actual ‘no-no’. Boo. (Yeah, she was going to have to adjust to their lifestyle, for real.) “Very stylish,” She quipped dryly. “If anything comes up, I’ll give you a ring.”

“Take it easy girl. I’m know what I’m doing. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know anything, so, can you just shut up and let me speak? Anyway, if you don’t stop screaming he will notice that something wrong. I’m trying to fool him and you are pretty close to ruining my plan. I will let you walk away, but I can’t let that happen right now. I’m just waiting for the perfect moment.’‘

Shawna sighed again but complied. “Whatever you want, Snow White,” sneered the meta-human. “Don’t come’a cryin’ to me when all of this blows up in your pretty little face.” And then she was silent, because Elizabeth asked, because she said she was gonna let her walk free. Freedom. That was what she was doing it for. Sweet, sweet success. Sweet, sweet freedom.

Jasmine could get over the nicknaming thing, but.. did she really still look like a ‘kid’? Not a thing she actually wanted to ask out loud, so instead, she faintly shook her head and tried to let it go. It was just a nickname anyway, what did it really matter?

At the request for anise milk, she nodded a bit. “Should be possible.” She started browsing through the cabinets around her in search for spices. The downside of not being at a place for that long yet; you had to search for everything, everywhere. And doing so in silence was, for some reason, awkwardly uncomfortable. “So.. uhm..” Cabinets opened and closed. “What’s.. keeping you awake?” Eep. Perhaps that question was a little too personal?

Shawna nodded. Good. She was leaning against the doorframe. Somehow, don’t ask her how, it’d became an unspoken rule to let the newbies try and figure shit out on their own while they were here. Mollycoddling wasn’t appreciated, nor wanted. (And yes, to Shawna, Jasmine was indeed a ‘kid’.)

“The choices I made,” She responded quietly. “The choices I didn’t make.” Times when she could’ve walked away and didn’t. “Kid, do me a solid and don’t give your heart to the first rat bastard that comes a lookin’, m’kay? There are better people out there, even for us Rogues.”

 “The POINT being that you can’t just teleport in here and not expect to be caught. Why, exactly, are you here? I’m told last time it didn’t go well for you.”

“The POINT being that you have something of mine. I’d like it back. You give it to me and there won’t be any casualties, comprende?”

Ray’s eyebrows were raised as she spoke. A part of him was surprised she was offering up the information, but then her words sunk in. He frowned, averting his eyes as he processed and organised his thoughts. “Roy? As in Bivolo? Rainbow Raider?” His nose was wrinkled as he looked back at Baez, frown still in place. “Isn’t he the one that can control emotions or something?”

“Or something,” Shawna responded. “Good luck, bucko. May the odds not be in your favor or however that quote went.” Whatever. With an eye-roll, she stepped back. “Look, are we done here?” She could have teleported away but that was rude. And yeah, she’s a Rogue, but still. They have a code. They’re not rude. And Shawna was raised better than that. A small smile, bordering on it being mocking, was sent his way: “’Cause if we are, tell Roy I said hello, m’kay?” Tell him I said hi before he kicks your ass.

+ @justabaker

“—And here I thought you ‘hero’ types were finally gonna leave me the hell alone,” Shawna simpered. “Guess I was wrong.” An overdramatic sigh left glossed lips. “Oh well, I’ll bite. We can do one round, otherwise you would’a came here for nothin’, and that would’a been such a damn shame.”

+ @watchmytaillights

Wally West. Kid Flash. The Kid in Yellow. Shawna rolled her eyes for what seemed the fifth time in the past ten minutes. “You still think I’m gonna stop doing what I’m doing? You think I’m just gonna come down there so we can hold hands and sing Christmas songs or some shit? Kid, grow up!” He wasn’t gonna talk her down, she’d swore that to herself. She was through with Team Flash. For real.

“Suuuure you won’t.” Jeremy rolled his eyes, sticking out his tongue at her. There was plenty of other good food, but nothing quite compared to enchiladas. He forcibly slowed down his steps, jamming his hands in his pockets - for a second or two, that is, as he started fidgeting again. “Why isn’t the Flash on our side? Speed would be cool, y’know. Useful.” More useful than razorsharp mind-controlled cards in his humble opinion. His gift was fun, yes, and definitely cool, but useful? Besides killing people, not so much. “Anise milk, eh? That sounds awful. Why’d you put anise in milk?  He wrinkled his nose.

Shawna shook her head fondly and already reached out so she could give him the last pieces of the aforementioned banana. “The Flash ain’t on our side ‘cause he ain’t shit. Dude’s a hero. Heroes don’t do what we do, apparently.” She rolled her eyes. “—When I got my powers, way before I met that asshole, I wanted to be one too. Team Flash nicknamed me Peek A Boo and the public went batshit, thought I was one of the bad guys, team Flash treated me as such, and here I am. That an sufficient enough answer for ya, Jer?” Beat. “It’s not. My mom used to make it all the time. It’s better than it sounds, promise.”

+parkafrost

“No thanks,” Leonard drawled lazily, studying his fingernails before he raised his eyes to meet hers. “I’ve had my share of adventures through time ‘n space or some shit.” And it was more than enough for now. Fun, yes. As much fun as this? No. He’d missed Central City. “If your tweets were half as bad as that pun, they’d still be horrid.” Nope, his mood was still on a low level.

“You just have problems with accepting masterpieces, which is what my puns are. Anyway, if you’re done grouching and are rested up sufficently, I can drop you off if you’re up for it—” It’s not like she’s got anything else to do, anyway. Shawna could joke around just fine, but also knew when to cut it out.

  “i know it sounds cliche, but you’re not
   alone in the corner. there are people
   like you. you just have to find them,
   hiding in the shadows.” she shook
   her head. “but you can believe what
   you want.”

“how do you find people who,
ten times outta nine, don’t wanna
be found? how’d you go about
doing that? ‘cause i doubt you can
walk up to ‘em and go ‘hey!’ or 
something like that.”