[ when he hears her loud and clear, he knows he doesn't need to yell into his phone. it sounds of static for a moment before it seems to fix itself magically. that crackling dissipates and silence lingers, a good proper one that's meant to when the phone line's as strong as his legs should be. for a fraction of a second barry wonders if he had made her voice up, but the one thing he's always been confident on is whether iris west is real or not. the speed force had tried to trick him once, and he hadn't fallen for it, not wanting to find peace with a reflection of iris as he had with his mom. ]
I'm — [ in the highest point of wonderland. barry's surprised he hadn't somehow phased himself into the actual roof of the mansion. if he had enough energy and creativity, and strength to bust through what was hard and impenetrable to his powers, he would've. he's in the dusty attic, himself the only thing that's actually drenched. he lifts one foot and places it back down, hearing a soft sound of his converse shoes protesting. on an exhale, ] In the attic.
[ brushing his own whereabouts aside, he's quick to add, a little more focused now. ] Where are you?
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I'm — [ in the highest point of wonderland. barry's surprised he hadn't somehow phased himself into the actual roof of the mansion. if he had enough energy and creativity, and strength to bust through what was hard and impenetrable to his powers, he would've. he's in the dusty attic, himself the only thing that's actually drenched. he lifts one foot and places it back down, hearing a soft sound of his converse shoes protesting. on an exhale, ] In the attic.
[ brushing his own whereabouts aside, he's quick to add, a little more focused now. ] Where are you?