Brooklyn Allen | Flux

"Woah there, pal. Not even in your-- W a i t.... Is that pizza for -me-?" -: Brooklyn Allen -: #DCRP | #OC -: Themes vary -: Bio: tl.gd/n_1sqqgl2 -: #Jesterful

||I 10000% misread that at first

“Thhhaaattt is totally not true! Did you have one of those things rip out of -your- chest?! -No-!”

“Ohhhhhh no. Th-those -things- are -back-?! That is sooooo not schway!!!” Making a nyoom sound with her mouth, she blitzed away. Far. Far. Away.

“Totally schway..!”

“Zoom… zoom.. zoom. My super nova gi—“ Earbud flops out of her ear. “Crap!”

||…HI SPEEDSTER SISTER

||Brooklyn= secure

CAN’T COMPREHEND HOW TO TALK TO CUTE BOYS SEND HELP

Blink, blink. The currently street clothed girl’s lips parted, then closed…unsure how to respond to this. “I totally don’t think we’re in -pet name,- territory, bud. So keep the “doll” stuff to yourself?” Right. How do you -converse- in this time period? Is she being weird?

“What? You’re a -mind reader- too?” Raises a brow.

A surge of energy courses through her before she perks up and glances around. There’s a disturbance in the speed force, by way of... a thief.

“Hey Google. How the HECK do you interact with the kid version of your dad from an entirely different Earth?”

“-Aaanndd- what’s wrong with -my- name, then?” Crosses her arms over her chest

The jig is up, boys. Facepalms. With both hands.

"I didn't say anything about -your- name, did I? -Bart-"

"Yeah.. okaaayy.. -monotone.-" A fiery brow raising, the other one soon following after he speaks his name. "-Oh.-" Shifty hues. "...Brooke. Alle- Alber....tson...?"

Blink. Blink. “Who. Am. -I-?” Points a finger at the boy in front of her. “Who are -you-? Huh?? -You’re- the one -screaming- all crazy and stuff.”