Hands in his pockets, pack on his back, Bart walks along the dusty road to
the farm in, what, Pennsylvania? He whistles as he goes along - the stuff
you hear on the 80s rock stations. He really /has/ been hanging around
Wally a lot.He's also not trying to sneak, it must be noted.

*CRRRRRRACK*

The sound seems to vibrate through the area, an audible, overwhelming,
distressing sound of some poor object getting a pretty darn good
-pounding-.

*THUNK*

"TIIIIMBER!" With a rustle of noise, and resounding tumble of a large,
older oak, in the distance, a lone figure can be seen, situated right
below an enormous tree that looks like it's just about ready to.. Yup, it
is, the large, round base topples right towards a small frame, who isn't
.. moving .. out of the way?

"GaaaaAAAaaaah!" yells Bart, and immediately runs like bloody hell over to
the tree and the figure. He's fast. It takes...wow. Much less than a
second. This, folks, is a case of Bart Not Thinking. He's headed for a
Super Secret Super Hideout, where the people are Super. If they're not
moving out of the way, it's for a reason. But does Bart take this into
account? Of course not. *WHOK!* is the sound of Bart running full-tilt
into whoever was under the tree, and going flying low - with the person -
for a couple hundred feet. *SKKRRRRTCH* is the sound of Bart's back -
having left his pack down the road - as it scrapes across the ground,
since he twisted himself around.

Well, the figure just happens to be one Cassandra Elizabeth Sandsmark,
naturally, who's fist imprint can clearly be seen on the tree's base,
who's arms were about to lift upwards in slow motion to catch the
following tree .. Who's going to get totally scolded by a ticked off
Artemis as the tree continues it's course, considering instead of being
caught, it crashes to the ground, limbs creating more havoc to the area
than what was originally intended. Finding herself in flight for some
strange reason is a bit nerve wracking on a young super heroine, one
moment she's about to catch the tree, her lips tug into a smirk, the next,
she's being tackled by an unknown figure, and sent flying a few hundred
feet in the wrong direction.

Pant. Pant. Gasp. Pant. Siiiiigh. Cassie's would-be 'rescuer' lies faceup
on the ground, not - um, not really /wanting/ to get up at this point.
That kinda hurt. With the sigh, Bart visibly deflates - it's kind of
visually entertaining. "Wow..." he breathes. "Grife, that was close."

Hurt? Hurt!? Ask the young heroine that is out of breath next to you.
*Wheeeeeeeze*. She tries to talk, but she finds her breath is completely
gone. *Wheeeeeeeze*, her lips part, as a whispered, muttering begins, her
face finally getting back it's color, as she tries her best to get
-breath- into her lungs, one arm draped over her mid-section, as eyes of
blue gaze hazily up at the sky. "Hh..h...hhh....hhhh..." She continues
Cassie's eyes bugged out, short locks of platinum brushing against the
ground.

Breath? Breath!? Bart has no /back/ left! And his shirt's half /gone/!
Antifriction aura does /jack/ when you're /skidding/. But hey, heh, now
Bart looks like Tom Britten. Mmm. Except he's all scraped up, ow. Then he
stops breathing for a second, as it hits him. "Oh sh*t," he mutters. "You
were gonna /catch/ that, weren't you? Oh, /sh*t/." He
ev-er-so-slo-o-o-o-o-o-owly sits up, groaning, and drops his head into his
hands. Then sits up, wincing, as his back starts bleeding. "God /damn/
it..."

She'd be apt to tell you a thing or two, though just as Cassie stops
seeing stars, and sits up, enough to cast you an evil glare .. her gaze
happens to notice the fact .. Your shirt is half gone, and what remains is
turning a sickening shade of ... crimson? "BART! God oh god oh god."
Already darting to her feet to move around next to you, Cassie completely
forgets the fact she's got enough bruises to last her a life time under
Artemis' 'gentle' care, "Manohmanohmanohmanohmanoh maaaan. Come on, lets
go inside to get that taken care of. What the hell where you doing anyway?
I was suppose to get rid of the tree, you know, catch it, pluck it up and
take it away? Geesh, now it's going to take -forever- for me to clean up
all those limbs. Though.." A sudden sly grin is on her lips, as she offers
you a hand up. "Thank you for trying to rescue me."

"Blaaa-a-a-ah," says Bart irritatedly, waving his hands in the air and
getting painedly to his feet. "I'm fine, I'm fi- owww..." he stops,
grimacing. "Ow. Grife. Um, no problem." He stands straight, stretching (as
his back emits a loud *crack*), and looks down sullenly as his shirt falls
off. "Stupid, stupid. I didn't *think*."

Rolling her eyes, Cassie just takes a step back, arms crossing over her
chest, fine if he's going to be a stubborn boy about getting help, sure,
"Okay, fine, sure, though if you get blood all over the house, Art's going
to make me do more laps than /I/ care to do." Her nose wrinkles upwards, a
soft snort escaping her lips, followed by a long, audible *siiiiiiiigh*.
"Gawd Bart, like save me, I am so insanely -bored-!"

Bart Allen hehs! "Is /that/ why you're going around knocking trees over so
you can catch 'em?" He smirks, and starts to walk back toward the road,
and his bag...then stops, face twisting. "Uh. Hey. Cass? Got any excedrin?
I'll get you what I brought you when I'm medicated enough to not feel the
existance of my back."

"Mmmmno, but at least it was something to do beyond all the Be An Amazon
Warrior Garba... Hey did you say you got me something?" Cassie's already
darting towards your side, quick to offer you that grin she does so well.
"What is it? What'd you get me? Huh? Huh? Is it something I can eat? All
this health food is disgusting, I could totally use a pizza around now.
How's Superboy? What'd you get me?" Pausing a moment, an exasperated sigh
escapes as her gaze finally darts towards the destruction the tree called.
"Yup. I'm dead. The excedrin's in the second cabinet on the right of the
stairs, past the sword in the hall." With that, she's darting over towards
the tree, to pluck it up gloved hands wrapping around the base, as she
takes flight, there is only -one- person that could distract her long
enough to not think about what Bart got her, Artemis' wrath.

"It's...I...yes, but- it's not- He's...grife!" Bart tries to answer the
questions, but he's not exactly feeling his fastest, and Cassie's being
almost as bad as he's wont to be. He trudges into the house, looking for
the excedrin. Yes! Yes, there it is. Amazing - even Dinah doesn't believe
in the stuff. All these martial artsy guys like pain or something. When
Cassie gets back, he's in the kitchen with a paper towel, trying to wash
off the dirt. And bluuuudd. Eww. He looks kinda dumb doing it, too - not
getting very far.

"Maaaaaan." It's the first words out of her lips, and the way to tell
she's 'home'. "The yard is a total state of disaster, I totally failed
this test, and I'm going to get so .. " Pausing in the door of the
kitchen, Cassie's gaze darts towards you, her words stuck in her throat,
before she's moving over, "Here, let me help.." Hey, since when did you go
around without a shirt? Oh .. Oh yeah, since it sort of fell off, she
wasn't really paying too much attention then, until she's like, face to
face with you. With that, she grabs a soft, clean dish towel from the
drawer, and ever so gently begins to .. well timidly wash the grime from
your back, good thing you're facing front, no? "Uhm, so, what are you
doing here?"

Yah, good thing he's facing front. Only thing is, when Bart blushes, he
blushes all over. Except Cass prolley still can't see, because he's all
grimy in back. It takes him a second to answer..."Visiting you," he says,
turning around with a grin, then wincing again. "Ow. Um, I think I won't
move. I brought you a Walkman, but didn't know what kinda music you liked.
And I didn't figure you had one here. I also brought some chips and
ring-dings, but they're prolley busted up a bit from when I dropped my
bag."

"Under Heir Artemis, the Amazon Warrior Queen, no way, I'll have to sneak
it in to my room." Cassie's nose wrinkles upwards, as she continues to
gently wipe away the grime on your back, her initial flushing gone, at
least for the moment. "And thanks, I'm glad to see you, been missing you
and the Kid for awhile, but during breaks in school, Art wants to teach me
to be a better hero, so I do, though beeelive me, school is totally better
anymore." With a faint sigh, she continues to lightly clean your back,
occasionally rinsing out the towel to continue more. "Thanks." She almost
forgot to mention it, before she grins a bit lopsided. "How've you and
Wally been?"

Oh boy, Art's gonna kill him, too...when she finds out he's been
'distracting' Cassie. He leans on the kitchen counter, every once in
awhile supressing a flinch. "Fine, fine...I've been in school, oy. Been
doin' pretty well, though. The folks are neat, and they don't mind me
acting weird. Did I ever introduce you to Preston? I think I did..." He
pauses. "Um, anyway. The Kid. He says he saved your life and that now
you're gonna fall in love with him."

*Buh-link*, accidently, Cassie's fingers press a bit too hard against your
back, immediately darting her hand up again, to murmur. "Uhm, sorry. What
on earth gives him the right to be so arrogant? As -if- I would ever fall
in love with that /person/, when I happen to like.." Her voice pauses,
caught in her throat, before she ahems, and turns on her heels, cheeks
completely flushed upwards. "Geesh. What gave him /that/ idea anyway?"

"Oww! Ow ow ow..." ows the fast guy, stiffening. After a second, he
answers noncommittally, "You know him. He thinks all girls worship him.
Only chick I know of actually did was his old roommate, who swears nothing
happened." He pauses again, longer. "Who...who do you, um, happen to
like?"

"Sorry sorry sorry." Comes Cassie's soft response, as she continues to
finish with your back, before tossing the towel into the sink, pondering
that question, and how to answer it. "Uhm, oh, you don't know him, I don't
think." All the while she's talking in her head, lier! Lier! Though she
continues, sinking into the chair with a flop. She doesn't continue any
further, nope, nope, she doesn't want to be like Shakespeare here, and let
it get too big.

Bart Allen's shoulders slump. "I don't?" He turns to face you, seemingly
totally unaware of the fact that he's not wearing a shirt, and leans
foward, supporting himself on the counter behind him. He looks /really/
awfully disappointed. "Here all the while I was hoping you liked /me/." He
pauses. "Betcha it's that softball instructor, neh? The guy who looked
about eighteen?"

"-What- is it with you and the kid thinking I like you! Geesh!" Cassie's
getting a bit irrational, you struck a nerve, she does like you, but uhm,
she isn't going to admit it! You might not like her back. "Of -course- I
like you Bart, you're my best friend of all time, I think you're beyond
cool.." And not to mention you're getting fit and actually have muscles
and you're not wearing a shirt and .. and .. and Cassie darts to her feet,
before hovering into the air, only stopping once her head hits the ceiling
as she gazes down at you. "What, do you both get together and plot evil
things against me, oh she likes me this moment, then she can like you the
next? GaaaaaaaaAaaaaah! I need more females on the team." After her rant,
she pouts some. "So like, why do you want to know anyway? And no it isn't
that softball instructor. It's .. uhm.. it's ... " With an exhasperated
sigh, Cassie whispers out, unable to think of a convincing lie. "You."

Grinning widely, Bart watches Cassie hit the roof. Well, the ceiling.
"Good! You wanna know /why/ I wanted to know? 'Cuz /duh/, I like you back.
Do you know how long I've had a crush on you?" Now he's blushing. Yep. And
he steps forward, and ows, flinching. "Um, I think I'll stay where I am. I
think the Kid is just, y'know, posturing. Because he knows I like you but
I haven't done anything about it."

"You.. do?" Cassie finds herself completely flabbergasted. "Oh." With
that, she lowers herself back down, offering you a skeptical glance. "Here
I figured it was like a one way thing, I had a crush on you, and you just
wanted to be friends, and the -last- thing I wanted was to y..you know,
hurt that friendship, so like.. uhm. Oh." She's blushing now as well, her
nose wrinkled upwards, eyelashes lowering. "Superboy's cool and all, but
.. he doesn't have near what you do, and sides you're cuter."

Bart Allen laughs, crossing his arms across his chest. "He doesn't have
near what I do? He has - say it with me - tactile telekinesis. He can fly.
He's built. He has the hair. He has an /earring/, and wears a leather
/jacket/, for Valor's sake. Me? I'm a skinny, impatient little geek." He
raises an eyebrow. "But you like /me/. That is so rad. Whatcha doin'
Saturday night?"

With a grin, Cassie shrugs. "Yeah, but he doesn't have your charm." Your
connection with the Flash, erm, no wait that doesn't have anything to do
with it. "And I'm not doing anything."

Bart Allen grins. "Wanna?"