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

Chapter 2

Huh. He really was just like a puppy.

After you woke up, you spent your day avoiding Bart. Once you had run out of tasks to assign to him, you turned toward ignoring him, which tired you quickly since sheesh, try reading with him poking his head over your shoulder and constantly commenting on the characters' dialogues. -He personally found the story too slow-paced for his liking.-

So, at the end of the day, you gave up and decided a movie would be nice. It would distract him -hopefully to the point that he'd shut up-, and it'd give you an opportunity to finally relax.

Since you didn't care much about what you'd watch, you just chose a random clip. It ended out being an old romantic comedy that took place in an older London, and involved a mood ring.

Throughout the whole movie, Bart just seemed fascinated . Each time the mood ring would change colours, he would, not being familiar with the emotion its wearer was feeling, question you about that particular emotion. Surprisingly, when he did so, you were more amused than irritated. His reactions, much like those of a curious kid, were entertaining to watch.

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Bart?" You murmured, lazily turning over to face the speedster that sat next to you on your couch. After having spent a somewhat-pleasant two hours with him, you were feeling much less snappy. Even if that wouldn't have been the case, you wouldn't have bothered being mean or anything since you were so tired and cozy, snuggly placed beneath your blanket.

Bart's green eyes seemed to, despite the darkness of the room, shine with excitement. "Can I have emotions? Like the people in that movie?"

"Well..." You sighed lightly. "There's more to it than just that, Bart. You can't just be given emotions, you're born with them and develop them especially during the teen years."

"Why do I only have the emotion happiness then?"

The poor guy seemed completely unaware, asking away so happily and curiously, to the fact that this was just... Sad. For the first time since you met him, you felt something other than wariness for Bart; pity.

"You... You know the answer. You're programmed to be happy." Looking over at the credits that were now rolling down the virtual TV screen, you mumbled, half to yourself "...It's like a cursed gift."

"Huh?" Bart gave you an odd look. "Cursed gift..? Well," he went back to grinning broadly, "Gifts are crash! So I'm happy to have it!"

"No, you..." Goodness, you felt so bad. Feeling nothing but happiness, being oblivious to anything else... It was just like being handicapped, emotionally impaired. He'd never understand when you cried, or screamed, or blushed. He'd only understand laughter and smiles...

He'd never truly live. He'd never live life at its fullest.

Wait... I'm talking like if he were one of us. A human. ...Huh. They really did program these Impulses well. Managing to trick even me...

Preoccupied by these thoughts, you decided to drop the conversation with a, "Never mind."

"Okay! But, (Y/N), emotions seem exciting! Can you please, please try to find a way to give them to me?" A pleading, puppy-eyes look fell over his face as he practically begged, "Please? Please, please, pretty please?"

"I already told you Bart, I can't just..." Your voice trailed off as you caught a glance of his expression. After having considered it for a few moments, you gave in with a heavy sigh. "Fine, I can try."

He hissed out a "Yes!" as he victoriously punched the air, smile back upon his lips. "Totally crash! Thanks, (Y/N)!"

Next thing you knew, you were being embraced in warm arms, with Bart's head cradled against your chest.

Such close proximity, which you weren't used to at all, got you uncomfortable and distressed instantly. Although your mind knew otherwise, your body mistook this hug for an attack, and before you could even stop yourself, you instinctively spat out, "Get off! Get off me, sheesh!" Your voice was laced with disgust as you roughly pushed him away.

Surprisingly enough, Bart didn't seem to be hurt by this at all. ...Well, in fact, it shouldn't have been that surprising since hey, his programming, but... Goodness, he was just too human. And a normal human would've reacted to such rough gestures.

Rather, he was looking at you expectantly, beaming still. Just there, waiting for you to say, "Your welcome," or something of the sort...

So, crossing your arms, you huffed, having not yet fully recovered from the 'attack'. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. No promises though. Now, lights-out."

"All right! Good night (Y/N)!" He quickly waved before speeding out of the room.

A moment later, you found yourself plunged into complete darkness, all by yourself, in the living room.

That utter darkness and solitude relieved you greatly. You could finally sort out your thoughts without having a clingy speedster breathing down your neck.

And, not too surprisingly, the first thought that occurred to you happened to be...

How the heck am I gonna give him emotions?