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

Chapter 10

     Once you entered your classroom, you noticed that the majority of your classmates had their Impulses out, although... Most of them were sitting on the dirty floor, or tending to their owner's desires.  Freaks...

With a light sigh, you went over to your seat, and noticed there was only one chair. You frowned, not liking the idea of either Bart of you standing up during the entire class.

You scanned the room for a free chair you could use for Bart, but found none. Shrugging it off, you decided to sit on your desk, and gestured to your companion to take your seat. He shot you a grateful look before doing so.

Soon after, the teacher entered the room, and everyone went quiet. While taking the attendance, she slightly stared at you in confusion, since you weren't exactly allowed to sit on your desk, but you pretended not to notice. No way was Bart going to sit on the floor. He had as much right as anyone else to be properly seated, well, in your opinion, anyway.

Although your opinion would soon bring conflict.

     "Now, class, please put your Impulses back in their cases," the teacher ordered once the bell signalling the beginning of class had rung.

You didn't even bother reaching for the black box. You knew Bart would refuse to be put away like some mere object, and you didn't want him to leave anyway. His presence alone was soothing and lifted your spirits a little.

Yet, you watched in disgust as every other person in the room did what they were told without any hesitation. How could they...? They didn't even ask permission or anything from their Impulses, they just... Did it!

Unable to stand it, you averted your gaze, for it to stumble across Bart. He seemed uneasy, looking anywhere but you, his face darkened with... Dread.

Only did then did you finally understand why he was so nervous today.

He was afraid that after you saw all these Impulses, you'd remember he was one as well, and you'd mistreat him, or use him like some maid. He was afraid that your hate for speedsters would come back, and you'd see him as a clingy, annoying germ, like you once had.

He was afraid that you wouldn't like him anymore, and that you'd desert him among these Impulses.

He was afraid you'd abandon him.

You couldn't help but feel hurt at his lack of trust in you. Why would he think you'd do such things? After all you've gone through together, even if it wasn't much... After you gave him a chance to prove himself trustworthy...

Didn't he realize how much he meant to you?

"...(Y/N)? Please put your Impulse back in its case." Your teacher's voice finally pierced your thoughts. "(Y/N)-"

 "No."

A gasp rippled through the classroom, the loudest one originating behind you.

Your teacher's eyes dangerously narrowed. Her words were laced with venom as she spat, "What did you say?"

You swiftly hopped off your desk and stood up straight, raising your chin proudly. Your voice firmly rung out as you repeated, "I said no. What if he doesn't want to go in his case?"

A tense silence. Then, a fake, sweet giggle. "Oh, darling, that's nonsense! Impulses don't desire-"

"And what if they do!?" You cut her off carelessly, driven by rage.

A small, hesitant voice; "(Y/N), please, stop this-"

"Shut up Bart!!"  Spinning in place to face him, you glared both in annoyance and fury, making him shrink back slightly. You could see fear in his forest-green eyes, but... It wasn't fear of you.