[ news at eleven, bartholomew henry allen is oblivious to himself. ]

[ case in point: when she ducks her head, his follows, not wanting her to hide from him. he almost fears as though it'll be permanent — iris west hiding behind the darkness of her hair — before he realises that she'll always come back to him. ]

A zombie — [ he shakes his head, even lifts a hand as though he's gesturing to her to stop when, in fact, it's to himself. he can't let himself go on a tangent. it's hard enough to stop his super-speed from infecting his brain and his mouth when he often lets it go wild with his legs. ]

I'm going to need to subscribe. Electronically! And to get the mail print out. [ he shifts, as if ready to pull himself up. ] I need to do this right now. How am I supposed to do this? Are you writing about — [ his brows crinkle together, and barry slows down. wonderland isn't central city with its weekly meta attacks, but it's much more than that. it's better. writing about the events of wonderland surpasses publishing articles on the flash. ]

What are you going to write about?