// had a really emotionally draining day so I won’t be on. replies later in the week. if you have my discord feel free to message & chat abt our chars

// send an emoji for an interaction :)

Thawne shrugs.

“I don’t do permission. Now, your biology…. Oh, that’s interesting. You’re not human. Did you know that?”

“Oh, please,” Thawne scoffs, heading over to Winn with a knife in his hands.

“Dr. Evil was inspired by ME. You just don’t know when to quit, do you, Schott? Who’s going to rescue you now? Shall I prepare for — Supergirl? Or Brainiac?”

+ victim. This… this is so different though.

He narrows his eyes. He knows exactly how to hurt him now.

“All that power, all that godhood,” Thawne seethes, instantly jealous. “And you still let your poor grandfather suffer at my hands. Or is that what the Speedforce wanted to happen?”

Thawne swallows.

His throat bobs nervously for the first time in a long time. Usually he’s so slick, so good at keeping his composure — so meticulously well-trained in the art of lying and hiding.

But this?

Eobard had everything all figured out. Or so he thought. Assumed Bart was just another +

“Considering I killed him myself? No. No, it isn’t. He could never be what I wanted anyways… I’ll simply have to find a new test subject. Oh, but you’ll try to stop me, right?”

📲: Equipment. Studies. Papers. I know it was you, Schott.

“Too bad. Could use someone like you,” Thawne teases.

“You going to patrol an empty building, then?”

“Oh? I thought it was a simple request. Share your research and findings with me in turn.”

“That’s smart of her. She’s always been so, annoyingly, smart…

I want you to participate in a little hm. Experiment of mine. That’s all.”

A self-satisfied smirk grows across his face as he looks at your muse.

“Well. Seems we do understand each other after all.”

#openrp #dcrp

“You’re already being evaluated, don’t worry!”

Thawne smiles, his tone remaining light and airy.

“‘Labratory’ is the name of my scanner. My true office is… otherwise occupied, and I have yet to clean up the body. Lucky you.”

“Nice trick.”

Thawne smiles in the darkness, already five steps into the building where he leans against the wall. Speedster logic.

“You sure you aren’t connected to the Speedforce?”

“Harrison Wells. It’s nice to meet you. Are you… new to Central City?”

He’s plastered on the smarminess and charm — genuine, for people who don’t know him.

Thawne’s eyes glitter in return.

“Welllll. Now there’s that spunk I’ve been looking for. Careful now there, Bartholomew: you don’t want to end up with the Negative Speedforce there too, do you?”

Thawne laughs quietly to himself, then retrieves the things from Bart’s apartment. He swiftly runs to the meeting location that Bart dropped the pin for, smiling smarmily.

“Well?”

📲: No. I sent a group of humble minions to —

OF COURSE I DID, BARTHOLOMEW. It’s time for you to take me seriously.

// let's get things started

// a repost to get the juices flowing 💀 who has Thawne’s number lol??

“Then I hope you’ll draw out this moment as long as possible,” Thawne chuckles. “Trust me, it will be worth it.”

“My trap wouldn’t have worked if that were the case,” Thawne seethes.

“But fine, fine…. Say you don’t know. We just get to find out together. Laboratory? Run a scan.”

“No. I never said that. The boy has been…. Useful. But he is gone now. Dead. Some of the experiments…. Sadly didn’t stick.”

“You — YOU!”

Thawne…. Surprisingly just lets him go. He glares up into the sky, already thinking of the next chance he’ll get to destroy the boy’s life.

📲: [ a video of Bart’s things, maybe more than a shoe, going up in flames ]

“Who might you be?”

📲: Get your things or I’ll incinerate them.

“Hm. Fine. I’ll transfer it over to you later. But you must do something for me as well: join me.”

Stares back.

that one legionnaire that i can't be bothered to remember ( @takethewinn.bsky.social )

📲: You'd make a killing, making suits and armor for me.
📲: How about a pay raise?
📲: What are your opinions on experiments?

📲: you stole something from me. I want it back.