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Beep Beep Zip Tang.
The Flash is on the job - pondering a vacation from said job.
He's feeling a bit burned out lately, but he has no idea what he'd do if he took time off.
He's heard a few reports about some funky orb going around, so he's trying to find it and corral it for study.
He comes across it sooner than he expected, and he's not quite ready for what it's going to show him...
He's feeling a bit burned out lately, but he has no idea what he'd do if he took time off.
He's heard a few reports about some funky orb going around, so he's trying to find it and corral it for study.
He comes across it sooner than he expected, and he's not quite ready for what it's going to show him...
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She gives Wally's head a smooch on her way past with a tray of tea and cupcakes...with sprinkles.
"He's late?" asked as she puts the tray next to Barbara...she'll never call her Babs...then peers at the freshly colored toes.
"Ew. Pink?"
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A cupcake is gone in seconds.
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"Only if you spank her for being so cheap. I bribe him with way more."
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Waving his fingers in front of the cupcake.
"Emoceb Etalocohc!"
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"Same thing happened with the waffle. When will you learn?"
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Meanwhile, Wally gets a rib pinched playfully.
"Gotta have a bit more patience, dear. That means sitting still for more than 3 minutes."
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"Aw, crud..."
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"Given the right incentive..."
She doesn't even bother looking at Wally's hand, instead focusing on the cupcake in her own.
"slianregnif no sgnoleb hsilop liaN."
The pink...er, coral...stuff migrates to Wally's fingertips.
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Her eyes slide once more to Barbara at her daughter's question.
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Violence so early in the evening, kiddo? I thought I'd raised you better than that.
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He steps across the room towards her, taking a small, carefully wrapped item from his jacket pocket, and spares a grin for his best friend.
Still unbending paper clips, Wally?
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