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Bubbles. Bubbles were everywhere. If Oliver hadn't known Barry was running water, he'd had thought someone had foamed gunned his bathroom.
"It went wrong? Please don't kill me for messing up your bathroom."
Oliver smiled at Barry's worried voice, scoffing softly. "It's fine."
There was a huff of relief. "Oh good, because I was thinking about speeding out the window and getting Cisco to release Bubble Buster from the cortex."
Oliver laughed, shaking his head. "I think that would've killed the mood."
Barry's head popped up from behind the bubble tower. "What mood--" His question was cut off as Oliver took off his shirt.
"The one where I was planning to join you."