jla_watchtower | Beep Beep Zip Tang.

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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...

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"What do you mean you don't know where he is?" Babs is one angry redhead, even if there are streaks of gray in that red hair. "You're the Flash! The Fastest Man Alive! He's your best friend!"

The black woman in the lab coat is looking at him seriously. "I'm afraid the news isn't good, Wally." She turns the electronic tablet around in her hands so he can read the screen. "We can run more tests, but I'm not sure the results are going to change, no matter how many needles we stick in you."

Selina looks around at her apartment. It looks like a tornado hit it, though she's been standing here the whole time.

"Are you quite finished? Whatever it is you're looking for, I don't have it." And there are plenty of this he /has/ found that she'd rather he hadn't. There are more than a few shiny trinkets that she held onto from her catburglar times.

Bette was just finishing up a coaching session in New York when she was suddenly moving. "WA-"

And suddenly the movement stops and she's somewhere else. "-LLY!" Where the hell are they? "What's with the spur of the moment sweeping off my feet?"

Jay steps into his living room, a cane helping guide him. "I hope..." he says quietly, "...you don't mind if dinner's a little late." He smiles a little sadly. "I'm just not the cook that Joan ever was."

His eyes are sunken and downcast, despite his smile.

"I still miss him," Kory whispers, her shoulders shaking as she sobs. "And our son--Luum still wishes to know why his father cannot come back." She turns, the sheets falling away from her as she stares into Wally's eyes. "Please ... comfort me?"

"You'll never get out, Flash! You'll NEVER find your way back!"

Girder's jagged metal hands dig into his skin sharply.

"Yer DONE, punk! I'm endin' this right now, and then I'm gonna go show that woman o' yours what a real man feels like!"

A derisive snort.

"An amusing final gambit, but utterly pointless. Tear her still-beating heart out of her chest, and present it to me as a token of your obedience to my will."

The fist hits hard across his jaw.

"You USED me! You've ALWAYS just USED me, Wally!" Jesse Chambers spits through angry tears.

"It's ALL you've ever done! I THREW myself at you and you couldn't even be bothered to catch me! I LOVED you with my whole heart and you couldn't take your eyes off of HER!"

Another punch to the midsection, too quick to avoid. She's not really holding back with that super strength of hers.

This has been a challenge, a fight involving instinct then planning. Shiva stopped thinking about anything other than the feel of the air as he moves around her, telling her where he is going to be to deliver the next blow.

"Very good."

"I am not permitted to interfere," the large-headed man says, shaking his head. "Indeed, you should never have learned of my presence. I cannot give you the answer."

The quick strike of a blurry green fist slams hard into his face, an audible crack sounding out.

"You fucking son of a BITCH!" comes the extremely heated opening volley from a man who's usually the source of entertainment, mirth and light.

Right now, his expression is the one usually reserved for those that are in their darkest moments of emotional being. There's no mistaking the heated anger in his eyes and on his features.

"What are you doing here?" The tone is accusatory and at the same time disdainful. She looks much like her mother when she's like this, perched on the Gotham rooftop with the scalloped cape whipping around her; but her attitude is so much darker than Barbara's ever was. "She sent you to check up on me, didn't she?"

Someone is snuggled up behind him.

She scratches her head and looks up at him, brushing dirt off her hands and onto her garden smock.

"You're asking for my help? I really don't know why. Never was terribly good with the cape thing, even when the Titans existed, but what can I help you with?"

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