“It is reasonable to ask the most skilled hand-to-hand combatant you know for training. The part that strikes me as unnecessary and poorly planned is shooting you in the course of that training.” The sooner Green Arrow chose to return to his home turf, the better. Eobard never liked the man’s influence on his little team, and this was a pretty solid support for that sentiment.
Cisco was touching something under his shirt, which, given the context, Eobard assumed was a scar. Oliver Queen had left a scar on his boy? A possessive anger coiled tight in his chest, but before he could act on it, perhaps say something he would later regret, Cisco flinched and covered his ears. Eobard tensed, thinking for a moment that somehow Cisco’s power was too great to be contained by the wristbands. But no, there were no unusual vibrations in the air, nothing was being shaken or destroyed.
There was an awkward hopping maneuver that he had to use just to get close and drop into a crouch before Cisco. The makeshift cane clattered to the floor behind him while he leaned forward, ducking his head a bit to get a look at Cisco’s lowered face. His hands hovered, uncertain, just shy of touching Cisco’s knees, his arms, or shoulders, or head. This had to be what one of the visions looked like, from the outside.
“Cisco?” he said quietly. He didn’t think there was much else to do. Here was the natural expression of Cisco’s power; while active, the best thing to do was to wait it out, and plan for the future. “What do you see?”
Cisco cringed at the unexpected sound. However, it was suprisingly calming amongst all the other sounds that rang in his ears. “Woman….dark hair….not earth.” He could barely get the words out, as the pain was making his consciousness slip and making him more nauseous than usual. He lay his head on the desk to stop the room from spinning, the cold metal was a relief to his warm skin. Cisco kept his eyes closed as the noises amplified and his body slumped against the table, consciousness slipping from him as his mind was overstimulated.
About 5 minutes later, Cisco became more and more aware of his surroundings, slowly blinking his eyes open. “Eobard?”
