Cisco: Murder? I don’t recommend it. Hipster murderer guy? Naked?
Cisco: I’m dating a possible murderer, so.
Violet: yeah. The guy. I think his name was thane. Or thawne or something. And why do you mean you’re dating a possible murderer.
Cisco: Thawne? Ugh. hate that guy! He killed me once. Literally killed me. But yeah, I think my girlfriend(?), Helena, is a murderer. She said she’s a vigilante, nothing worse than the Arrow. But I’m not completely convinced.
Violet: Hey. So. I think I’m going to kill my boyfriend. Because he looked like he was going to have an aneurysm when I told him about the crazy old hipster murderer guy that broke into his apartment and fondled my baby and saw me naked.
Cisco: Murder? I don’t recommend it. Hipster murderer guy? Naked?
Cisco: I’m dating a possible murderer, so.
“So what? You don’t need it, so I don’t have to tell you. Now, I recall asking you to leave.” Cisco said, crossing to his desk.
“I heard. But, unfortunately, I can’t. I really want that chair.”
“You may want it, but do you need it?” Cisco smiled, sitting in his desk chair and spinning around. “Obviously you don’t ‘cause you’re walking around…..” Cisco thought he was so funny, he had to hold his laughter in as to not make Thawne mad.
“My name is Franscisco.” He laughed internally. He hasn’t told anyone that name since elementary school. “You probably kill people. Killing is wrong, no matter what. The people should be put in jail where they can suffer.” Cisco fumed, stepping into his pants and pulling them on.
Helena immediately slipped the robe back on and caught his hand. “Please, Franscisco.” Her tone was soft and pleading. “Don’t leave. This is why I didn’t tell you what I do. I want you to stay with me. Please. Just for breakfast.” She actually was starting to get emotional.
“I just need to think.” He muttered, feeling for his phone in his pants pocket. “I’m going to go take a shower. I don’t care what we eat. Order whatever.” He said before walking to the bathroom and locking the door behind him. He sat against the door and pulled his phone out. Clicking the power button, he discovered it died. “Shit.”
“Oh, I don’t know. It was a few months ago now. I know for a fact that she needed it more than you.” Cisco said, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall behind the man. “Why do you need the wheelchair?”
“Because it’s mine. Cisco. You didn’t give my chair to any random woman. You’re holding back a name, or the truth. So?”
“So what? You don’t need it, so I don’t have to tell you. Now, I recall asking you to leave.” Cisco said, crossing to his desk.
“I couldn’t care less if you were a danger to me. I’m more concerned about the innocent people you might hurt. Or my friends. Who are you going after, anyway?” Cisco said, his voice getting more urgent with each sentence. He easily lifted the woman off his lap and began pacing the length of the bed. “You can’t just hurt people, helena.”
Helena rolled her eyes and groaned. “I don’t know who your friends are. I don’t even know your name.” This was a lie. But it was true that he hadn’t said his name yet. “I’m a vigilante. I hurt people who deserve it. I’m no different than the Arrow or Arsenal or any of the other vigilantes. I’m just prettier.”
“My name is Franscisco.” He laughed internally. He hasn’t told anyone that name since elementary school. “You probably kill people. Killing is wrong, no matter what. The people should be put in jail where they can suffer.” Cisco fumed, stepping into his pants and pulling them on.
“Donated it to a little old woman who obviously needed it more than you.” Cisco lied, knowing there was something up with that wheelchair and had it locked away so he could examine it more closely when he had the free time. “Why do you want it, anyway?”
“Which little old woman? There are hundreds in this city.”
“Oh, I don’t know. It was a few months ago now. I know for a fact that she needed it more than you.” Cisco said, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall behind the man. “Why do you need the wheelchair?”
“Um, a lot of things? Those diagrams looked like maps. Most likely of a house- a really big house at that. You don’t seem the kind of person who has archery as a hobby.” He rambled, sitting up and putting a few inches distance between their faces.
Helena shrugged. “I’m not dangerous to you, handsome. Don’t worry.”
“I couldn’t care less if you were a danger to me. I’m more concerned about the innocent people you might hurt. Or my friends. Who are you going after, anyway?” Cisco said, his voice getting more urgent with each sentence. He easily lifted the woman off his lap and began pacing the length of the bed. “You can’t just hurt people, helena.”
Or burn it in an alleyway. He thought to himself. Cisco had this urge to use his powers on the man, but knew that Thawne was much stronger than he looked. “But you need to leave. I have work to get done.”
Eobard gave him a sharp grin. That sarcasm seemed more like the Cisco he knew. “Soon. Not yet. What did you do with my wheelchair?”
“Donated it to a little old woman who obviously needed it more than you.” Cisco lied, knowing there was something up with that wheelchair and had it locked away so he could examine it more closely when he had the free time. “Why do you want it, anyway?”
“A crossbow among other weapons, diagrams, and a whole lot more. Its very unlikely that the previous tennant just left that here, sooooooo.”
Helena hummed again against his lips. “And? What’s wrong with that?”
“Um, a lot of things? Those diagrams looked like maps. Most likely of a house- a really big house at that. You don’t seem the kind of person who has archery as a hobby.” He rambled, sitting up and putting a few inches distance between their faces.
Cisco backup 