~More Than A Program~/// Bart Allen x Reader

Chapter 7

A bit of fluff in this, enjoy! Note that (c/o/c) means 'colour of (your) choice'.

EDIT: I cut out some of this chapter, so no worries, if you read it earlier and a part's missing, you're not going crazy. XD

Chapter 7

The power came back the next day, meaning your planned week could proceed. Although that also meant...

"Don't you have to go to school (Y/N)?" Bart asked you, utterly confused as to why he found you casually eating breakfast in your pyjamas, morning hair airborne, and eyes only half-opened at 11AM.

You glanced over as he took a seat next to you at the kitchen counter. Shrugging, you turned back toward your beloved food and carelessly replied, "Meh. If I tell my teacher I was skipping school to work on my Impulse project, she'll let it slip."

"So," Bart sat up eagerly, eyes shining in excitement, "You'll stay home for the rest of the week?"

Smirking slightly, you raised an eyebrow at him and teased, "Didn't you listen to me the other day? I said you'd have a long week ahead of you, no longer, no shorter."

You heard Bart hiss out a victorious "Yes!", to which you giggled, before he hastily got to his feet.

"Totally crash! What's planned!?"

Shooting him a serious look, you firmly claimed, "No spoilers. But, I can tell you that we're going shopping today."

His expression fell. Seeming a little disappointed, he queried hesitantly, "Shopping? But isn't that more of a girl thing?"

"Well, kinda, but I thought it'd be a good place for you to start forming an opinion." Upon his slight frown, you added bitterly, "Look, I know it sounds stupid, but people are so stupid nowadays that they base their first impressions not on your actions, but on your looks. So we might as well get you some reasonable clothes that you like. Plus," you smiled faintly, wanting to cheer him up, "Clothing plays a major part in a human's sense of individuality."

Finally, Bart gave in with a light sigh, returning your smile. "Okay, okay, it's not like it can be that bad anyway. But," he furrowed a brow, "What about you? You'll buy something for yourself too, right?"

...Sheesh. The guy could be so considerate... Feeling pleased about the attention you were receiving, you chirped, "Yeah, yeah, sure, don't worry about it."

"What about this?"

"Nu-uh."

"This?"

"Too dark."

Letting out a long huff, you put away yet another shirt and eagerly scanned for another.

You had thought Bart would be too easy to convince to buy clothing, but... Nope. Forget it.

He managed to find a flaw in every single garment you suggested, some of them so unnoticeable you wondered if he made them up.

And after an hour of fruitlessly wandering through this huge shop, you've had more than enough. You threw your hands up in the air in defeat and grumbled impatiently, "Okay, fine, I give up. Just find your own clothing, shee-"

"Hey! That one looks crash!"

You gawked in disbelief as he zoomed over to a basic white shirt whose middle was lined by a single, thick red line. A single thought crossed your mind; seriously?

Groaning, you decided to go over to him and soundlessly watched him fret over the thing. You were deep in thought, wondering if Bart finding a shirt he liked just as you gave up was a coincidence or not...

"Hey, (Y/N)! It looks good on me, right?"

Jolting back to reality, you acknowledged he had slipped the top on. Eh. It didn't look excellent nor terrible on him. But, knowing that he probably adored it already, you went with it and merely shrugged. "Oh, yeah. Sure."

He seemed to be about to add something when suddenly, he audibly gasped and sped over to a Flash shirt. As he stared at it, open-jawed in child-like wonder, you couldn't help but giggle as you went to join him.

During the next few minutes, he found a dozen or so other reasonable shirts, and you decided it'd be enough to keep his wardrobe busy for now. You were about to go pay when something caught your eye.

"Hey, Bart, come over here," you absent-mindedly called out as you approached the clothing, eyes drinking in its features.

You heard Bart run up next to you. "What's up?"

Fetching the sweater you had been admiring, you slipped one of his arms into its sleeve. Getting the idea, your companion took the lead and swiftly put it on.

It was a basic red sweater, patterned with checkers whose outlines were yellow. You greatly appreciated the way it made Bart look a little more mature.

Standing back with a small smile, you softly complimented, "You look handsome."

"Really?" Glancing downwards, he tugged at its fabric, like if testing its reliability. Afterwards, looking back toward you, he concluded, "Well, if you like it, I'll take it."

Frowning, you quickly interfered, "H-Hey, it's not about if I like it, it's about you- "

"I know." Grinning, Bart continued, "But your opinion is important to me. And some neat clothes'll be nice."

You couldn't help but feel honoured knowing that he treasured your words... Just knowing he listened in the first place was enough to make your heart swell with happiness.

With a light sigh, you gently freed him from the sweater. "Fine, if you insist. Although you might not want to get any food stains on it if you want it to stay neat."