Im batman, and batman dont like men.

Brice drove back to the VanDeKamp home, not looking at Shannon once on the way there. He was still wrapping his mind around the fact that the lovely women he had been falling for was actually a man.

"I'm really sorry, Brice." Shannon let out a sigh as they arrived at his home. "I'll.. see you around maybe..."

"Maybe." Brice nodded stiffly. he needed time to think but he could not deny he had some kind of feelings for Shannon.
He just wasnt sure what.

Shannon watched Brice for a moment more before he got out of the car again, waving as he walked into his home.

Brice did not wave back, instead he turned the car around and sped off to his home.
He needed to talk to his daddy.

Barry was still on the couch cuddled up with Blaine in his arms, pressed to his chest.

"Daddy!" Brice squawked as he entered the home, scaring Blaine so badly he jolted up and into the air before falling back into Barry's chest.

Barry however, barely raised his head from the slumber he'd almost been in.
"Something wrong Briec?" He yawned at his son.

Brice just huffed, his teeth grit as he let his first connect with the wall. It did little damage but his hand felt as if fire was blooming from his knuckles.
He stomped to his room.
He disliked the world.
And Shannon.

Barry frowned, making his way to his feet and heading up to Brice's room.
"Baby, what happened?" He sat down on the edge of his son's bed, eyeing the boy.

"Screw you old man! Screw gay people! Screw Shannon!" Brice hissed as he shook his hand. "That b*tch was a MAN!"

"Oh wow." Barry blinked. He sort of wanted to say I told you so. He always kenew when someone wasn't good for his Brice. "Are you okay?"

"No im not! I am not a fag and I actually had feelings for that freak! Im not okay!"
What if that made him gay? No
He refused.

"You know using the term fag in the room with your gay father is not a good idea." Barry shook his head. "But it's okay Brice. I know you're not gay."

"You are a faggot! Momma too! Everyone seems to be! Im not though and what gives that GUY the right to lead me on!". Brice growled in anger, he got it from his father.

Barry simply shook his head, running his fingers through his son's hair.
"You never have to see him again Brice. It's alright..."

"But I liked him...". That was his issue. He wanted to see him again, he wanted to be around him.
If only he was a she.

"Oh." Barry blinked lightly as he thought this over. "Then Brice, it's easy. Talk to him. Tell him you're pissed but if you liked him then don't let anything stop you from seeing him again. You know no one is going to judge you for liking a dude."

"Ill hate myself for it though.". He mumbled softly, crossing hos arms. He wondered if Trever could fix his liking another boy..

"You're crazy, kid." He shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with it, babe. Why hate yourself for it?"

"Because its weird." He dead panned. I dont like even having a mother who has a dong! I dont like it and I dont wanna be that way..."

Barry sighed at his son.
"Brice, it's up to you. But if you like him, there's really not much you can do about it."

"Oh yes there is!" He was willing to go to Trever and beg the man to help him out. He didnt know if he could but Trever could do anything it seemed.

"Like what?" Barry chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"ANYTHING! You know his crazy butt can do something!" Trever always knew something he could do.