Barry glances over the man in costume, impressed by how closely it mirrored his own’s threads. They were almost identical, but not quite. His own would be more than happy to just punch him in the face to prove his point. Nearing the other he showed no sign of attacking the man, the smirk on his lip showing a bit of… Humanity? Some may call it that, but Barry preferred mercy.
“Sure you can, pipsqueak,” he teased, conversational and rather light in tone.
“You know, I can kick your ass just as easily as I can anyone else.” Cisco quipped, wrinkles appearing on his forehead as he narrowed his eyes behind his goggles.
Cisco backup 