run_barry | The Great Escapes

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Since Yamato offered to come to Central City and help with the epidemic crisis, things have been crazy, but handling them has been a whole lot easier now that Barry isn't operating alone.

He even got some rest in, on Yamato's orders, and they've got a bit of down time as far as emergencies in the city go so they're using it to work on other problems.

While Yamato recalibrates the S.T.A.R. Labs satellite to track the new meta they suspect is behind a whole bunch of the crime, and a death-trap or two set for Barry, Barry is getting his science nerd-amateur virologist on, trying to find a cure to the bug that has so much of the City down; including his team.

Sitting at a desk in the Cortex, Barry works away with a microscope taking notes on a tablet. Beside him are several boxes of chicken nuggets which he's working through, with a few empty ones already in the waste bin nearby.

In the middle of the space on the floor GP the porg is munching on shrimp treats while bopping around an inflatable S.T.A.R. Labs beach ball.

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He still tenses up as they run, but he relaxes again as soon as they stop.

"We did pretty good," he says, giving Barry a quick smile and reaching over to nudge his shoulder. "We make a good team. And you were great out there."

"So were you, man. Timing those traps and everything, getting me through that place. Really glad I had you there."

He claps Yamato's shoulder, then frowns as he takes another look at the wound on Yamato's head.

"Now let's get you fixed up, alright? Have a seat and I'll get what we need."

Yamato turns a little pink, ducking his head and giving Barry another smile. "Thanks. Glad I could help out."

He hesitates for a moment, then takes off his armoured jacket (and grimaces a little when he gets a good look at the rather unpleasant bruising on his forearms from blocking the bat) and sits down.

"I'm fine, really."

Eying that bruising, Barry scoffs.

"Oh yeah dude, you're doing awesome. Be right back." Not waiting for a reply, Barry speeds off.

"It's no -- ..."

And he's gone.

Yamato gives a quick grumble and leans back in his chair, shutting his eyes.

All is quiet in the Cortex until a berobed figure shambles in. Carrying a teapot and a box of tissues, a somewhat less bedraggled than before looking Cisco crosses the room.

"Hey Yams? D'you-- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY ROBOT?!"

... Well. Here's a reckoning that he hasn't been looking forward to.

"A tech-controlling metahuman took control of it while Barry was out on mission and tried to kill me with it," Yamato says, very sheepishly, opening his eyes. "Sorry, I was -- comms were cut off, and I needed to deal with it quickly so that I could get them back online, so I was kind of in a rush."

If he'd had more time, he would have taken it down in a way that didn't involve ripping parts of it off! He swears.

Brusquely shoving the empty teapot at Yamato, Cisco goes over to inspect his downed creation.

"Oh GirderMax, scrapped before your prime." Reaching down, he tries to move the head and that last bit of metal holding it on snaps and the head comes free.

Rounding on Yamato he demands, "Who is this Tech-Hijaker?-- TechJacker... JERKFACE who hacked my stuff? Why wouldn't you just let my robot kill you? I thought we were friends!"

Yamato takes the teapot, holds it for a few moments, then just sets it down on the nearest empty surface.

"Actually, we already named him, he's called Camera Commander," he says. "Because -- because he looks through cameras ... and he had a bunch of dudes who he was commanding ..."

Beat.

"Hey, look, I'll help you rebuild him, if you want. Or I'll pay you back some other way, with stuff from the Digital World or something."

"Are you for real?" Cisco asks, shaking his head. "Is that one of Barry's? Because Barry's already banned from bad guy naming."

With a put upon sigh Cisco drops the head to the ground and shakes his own.

"Nah. This guy was already a scrapped project. I put him on hold to build my Kung Fu bot, and then after what happened with that, and Barry declaring he wouldn't fight anymore robots, I shelved it." So, not a major loss even if it still hurts him on the inside.

"Your Camera Commander didn't chose his weapon very wisely," he notes, sarcastic on the name.

"Hey. I came up with it. It explains his modus operandi perfectly, and it's cool and alliterative. It's a great name."

Well, it's okay.

He gives the robot a glance. "Well, I guess he picked the most intimidating thing he could find. It wasn't bad, actually -- surprisingly quick, really sturdy, pretty strong. It only managed to land one punch, but that's mostly because CC didn't know what he was doing."

"Yeah? Well youuu...r'e bleeding. Did GirderMax do that?" Finally looking beyond himself and his tech, Cisco takes in Yamato's appearance.

Walking over, he reaches a hand out, definitely intent on poking Yamato.

"No, no, this was a guy. A human guy. With a baseball bat," Yamato says, and while he doesn't pull away from Cisco poking him, he does hold very still. "One of CC's henchpeople. He wasn't bad, either, it was a fun fight, even if he did kind of piss me off towards the end."

The fight was good, the comments about how he thought Barry was going to get killed weren't.

Cisco leans in close to inspect Yamato, poking the spot just to the side of the cut.

"You've got a seriously whack scale for fun," he notes. "Gross. You should get that looked at."

"Barry's going to look at it, but it's fine. It's not even deep, it's just messy."

Head wounds are the worst, in that regard.

"You're looking better, kiddo," he notes, reaching over to ruffle one side of Cisco's hair. "Well. A little better."

"Five dollars says you need stitches," he says, drawing back. Turning his head, he sneezes a couple of times and then nods.

"Yeah, I'm getting there. Caitlin stuck me with something she whipped up from the data Barry put together and now I'm producing antibodies for the rest of Central City."

He holds his arm out to show Yamato the band-aid on the inside of his elbow.

"Pretty sure this makes me some kind of hero."

"I'm not going to need stitches. Look, the wound's not even bleeding that much anymore," Yamato says.

He glances at the band-aid, smiling a little. "I guess it does. Should I start calling you the Amazing Antibody Guy? I can do that if you really want."

"Nope, if I ever get a code name I'm definitely the one who's going to come up with it, and it's totally going to be something awesome. Also, I'm thinking it'll only be one word."

Pulling a chair for himself to sit in, Cisco nods past Yamato.

"As for the stitches, she's the one you'll have to convince."

Walking in now is Caitlin, with Barry right behind her.

"Yamato? Barry says you have a head injury," Caitlin says, calm but also concerned.

"Oh, he's going by Clobberman now, Caitlin," Barry pipes in, grinning at Yamato from behind her.

"Okay, that's... " her expression says 'terrible name', but diplomatically she finishes with, "interesting. Tell me what happened."

Still wearing her scarf and a face mask, she's pulling on gloves as she speaks.

"I am not going by 'Clobberman,'" Yamato growls, rising to his feet and jabbing a finger at Barry. "That's the worst one you've come up with so far. Cisco, make Barry stop trying to give me shitty superhero names."

Save him, Cisco. You are his only hope now.

He gives Caitlin a slightly wary look, because he really doesn't want to have to make his case for no stitches, and also because from what he's seen, Caitlin is a harsher medic than Jyou.

"It's nothing. Some guy with a baseball bat got in a good hit, that's all," he says, tapping his wound to indicate where it landed.

Barry takes a step back and holds his hands up in innocence.

"Oh c'mon, that one's not bad at all. It's fitting."

Cisco's disagreement is all over his features.

"That's a horrible name. I'm officially extending the name-ban to heroes, too."

Cisco makes a cutting-chop motion with his hand, indicating the madness stops now.

Startled by Yamato's jumping up at first, Caitlin now rolls her eyes at the three of them.

"Barry. Stop riling up my patient. Cisco. I told you I need you drinking water. Where is it? Yamato, sit down, please. A bat to the head is not 'nothing'." Clipped with the first two, she comes back somewhat kinder to Yamato, gesturing nicely towards the chair he abandoned.

"Thank you," Yamato says to Cisco. "He's been trying to saddle me with a superhero name for the past hour."

His gaze flicks over to Caitlin, and he gives a slightly nervous: "Ah, sorry," and sits down again, rubbing one hand over his forehead. "But I'm fine, really."

Actually, it still hurts, but Yamato's pretty sure that's to be expected! And he can see clearly again now! So it must be fine.

"Hey, c'mon, there were some good ones," Barry starts to argue, then a look off Caitlin makes him drop his case.

"Sorry."

"I was getting some more water," Cisco replies, hopping off of his chair.

"Thank you," Caitlin says when Yamato sits, ignoring the other two now. Stepping in close, she places a hand on Yamato's chin to direct the tilt of his head, while she brushes back his hair to look at the cut.

Making a 'hmm' sound and frowning, she then reaches into her coat and pulls out a pen light, which gets directed at Yamato's eyes.

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