He was restless and the only time he wasn’t restless was when he was asleep or running, moving, doing something important. Not being able to sleep much while he was here crossed off the first example of his absence of edginess. His consistent pacing must have had Clark wondering if he should go to the extremes and take away his candy, which wouldn’t have worked in his favor considering that it wasn’t any amount of sugar that had him antsy. Bart didn’t know what to do with himself in a place where he was mostly all alone and he didn’t think Clark was able to read that as the reason for his refusal to sit still. Nobody gave him orders through the commlinks and there was no Green Arrow’s voice, no Victor telling him to pick his things up off the floor. All of those things bothered him. Clark was the only tie he had and if he was taken away, he would be left alone. He wouldn’t handle that well.
Bart was entirely grateful that he had Impulse’s gear on him when he’d shown up. He didn’t want to have to go without any of it and he was sure nobody wanted to hear him whine about it not being there. Sure, he could very well do without it, but that wasn’t the point. He didn’t want to have to do without it. He wanted his things wherever he was and he was appeased as long as they were there.
It took him less than a bat of an eye to get ready but that wasn’t to say he was going to be down there and ready to go just as fast. He lingered too long, flipping idly through the pages of a book, stopping only to comment on the gross appearance of a demon. When he was confident that Static was going to come up there if he didn’t pick up his pace, Impulse was out and approaching the doorway when Static called out to him.
“If I was a girl you’d be waiting down here at least another hour. So you have nothing to complain about.” But to be honest, he had forced him to wait nearly as long.
Moving in a blur and coming to a standstill a respectable distance away from Static, Impulse steadied his glasses and pulled down his hood. “I’d race you out the door but that wouldn’t be fair and you know that I’m always---” The sentence never got finished. He was gone and on the sidewalk that circled the building, waiting as patiently as he could.