"You're such a funny one, aren't you ?
Plus, I have several doctorates, so that could really hurt."
He smiled slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips, as red flashes shot through his eyes.
"Don't provoke me. You've clearly never faced a speedster before."
Hearing her reply, Eobard couldn't help but smile wryly as he looked at her. He clearly had another trick up his sleeve.
Using his super-speed, Thawne darted behind her, leaving only a gust of wind in his wake.
"I think you know the answer.
I never do anything without a
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if that's his favourite, then it's a win-win for both of them. after all, she loves his cunning side of him too. the kind that keeps her guessing what his next move is ... if he even has one.
โ it could be my day off. why, got something up your sleeve? ใ
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And thatโs exactly how he loves Hawkgirl. That mood was exactly his favorite.
But Eobard was there, arms crossed in back, standing in the corner of the trap.
"Is this your day off, Hawkgirl ?'