Hartley shrugged, easily sauntering after Cisco. “I’m assuming you’re leaving town, then?”
“Just for a little bit. Going just enough out of the city so that if anthing goes wrong, I won’t hurt more people. You coming?” Cisco turned his head as Hartley caught up to his short stride. “You can come, but beware that you may leave with more bumps and bruises that you might like.”
Hartley laughed. “Oh, Cisquito. You know that bumps and bruises are a hazard of my hobbies.” They walked in silence for a couple blocked before Hartley smirked. “You know, you’ve always intrigued me. I can’t say I haven’t woken up from a very elaborate sex dream about that particle accelerator and your fancy little jailor act.”
“Um, okay? Totally didn’t need to know that.” He blushed, playing with the ends of his dark, wavy hair. “Yeah, maybe more than bumps and bruises.” Cisco laughed, realizing how frustrated he was around Hartley. He knew that would translate into his powers, and he wasn’t sure if it was going to be good or bad, they would just have to see.
