Diamond Dogs (Part 13) [a Barry Allen AU]
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The first step to resolving a war is the art of reasoning. That’s what Barry aims to do today when he visits Zolomon. He left you back at the mansion protected by Winn; aka, your favorite bodyguard. Cisco pops open the door, allowing the mob boss to exit the sleek black car, taking in the Z mansion. It’s not nearly as big as his; more stretched and not as many rooms; dark and gloomy.
With a long, drawn out sigh, Barry adjusts the collar of his black windbreaker, strutting up the dark blue steps. Cisco knocks on the door, getting back into position, the other bodyguards following behind. The dark blue set of doors swing open, revealing Hunter, dressed in a leather jacket over a white t-shirt. “Barry, come in.” he smirks, leading the other mob boss through the dark hallway, to the office area. “So, how’s the-”
“Look, Zolomon, I don’t wanna start a war, a’ight?” the brunette cuts him off, hazel eyes staring daggers. One of his hands is curled into a fist while the other hovers midair. Hunter frowns, crossing his arms. “So, I’m makin’ you an offer.” he grumbles, cracking one of his knuckles, rings shining under the light. “You don’t touch my girl and baby, and, boom, war avoided. Deal?” he asks, tilting his head to the side with a little smirk.
It appears like Hunter is mulling over the deal; head raised, eyes squinted, hands behind his back. “Hmm…that does sound reasonable…” he thinks out loud, nodding slowly. Barry relaxes slightly, muscles becoming less tense. “But…” Hunter quickly pulls a gun from the waistband of his blue jeans, firing at the younger man. The bullet flies into his left shoulder, causing him to hiss, tumbling backwards. “I enjoy war.” he grins, a twinkle of chaos in his blue eyes.
Barry grits his teeth, struggling in Cisco’s arms that try to restrain him. “You bastard! Burn in hell! Let’s go boys!” he seethes as some of the bodyguards shoot. With the aid of Cisco, he manages to exit the mansion, hobbling to the car. His back hits the leather seat, making him wince, clutching his shoulder; hand becoming bloody. “Drive, drive, drive! Home!” he shouts; the saufer obeys, quickly taking off. Barry gulps, peering back and diving down as bullets fly through the windshield.
When Barry collapses onto the hardwood floor, Cisco grabs the bandages from the cabinet, passing by you. “Boss?” Winn calls out, following after the tan man, keeping you behind him. A pain groan escapes the mob boss; black t-shirt ripped off, doused in a pool of blood. You gasp, going to move around Winn. “Hey, hey, Cisco’s gonna patch him up, okay? Calm -”
You struggle, seeing Cisco wrap the gauze over his chest; your (his) gray hoodie sways at your growing stomach. “Let me see him!” you shout, shoving Winn off, socked feet slipping over to him. “Barry! Oh my god!” you cry, eyes filling with tears while you cover your face with your hands.
He peers up at you, hissing as Cisco finishes tightening the gauze. “I’m fine, babydoll… Just had a little disagreement, that’s all.” he explains through gritted teeth. With a loud gasp, he sits up, stomach scrunching in on itself, bright mossy green eyes blown wide. You sniffle, choking back a sob; Barry stands up. “Hey, don’t cry, sweets. I’m okay, I’m okay.” he repeats, grabbing the back of your head with his right hand, pulling you into his side, “Shh…” he purrs, rubbing your hair.
“W-what happened?” you ask, cupping his face in your hands. He doesn’t answer you, but you know. “Zolomon…” you grit your teeth, fingers sinking into his pale cheeks subconsciously. “I swear, if I see him…” you fume, face turning a deep shade of red. Oh, you are livid!
Barry takes one of your hands in his, shaking his head, damp hair falling just above his thick eyebrow. “No. You need to calm down, babydoll.” he winces, face scrunching in pain. “It’s - it’s not good for the baby; you being tense.” he groans, stumbling into the doorframe. You jump, going to help him. “Cisco, Winn, get me to my office.” he barks, watching the two bodyguards prop him up; you follow behind them.
The mob boss slumps in the big dark office chair, hands gripping the armrests, hoisting himself up better. “Winn, alert team Supergirl. Cisco, Legends. I’ll contact-” he hisses, reaching for the phone. “I’ll contact team Arrow. Got it?” They both nod, scampering out of the room. Barry looks up at you; phone nuzzled in between his ear and shoulder. “What? What’s with the face?” he questions, voice laced in pain.
Breathing in deeply, you lean on his brown desk, running a hand through his hair. “You need sleep; maybe have a doctor look at that, too.” His lips form a flat line. “At least come sleep with me. You were shot, Barry!”
“Not the first time.”
“Oliver shot me with an arrow…on multiple occasions…” he mumbles, slamming the phone down and getting up on wobbly legs. “Look, I’ll take a nap with you, babydoll. But I ain’t goin’ to a doctor.” he reasons, hobbling towards the stairs; you sigh, rubbing your stomach.