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Crossworlds [15 Aug 2006|06:33pm]
[ mood | indifferent ]

So it seemed that my current world was revolving at a speed that seemed to have caught me in a loop hole. I've been feeling this way for ages now. I know the world around me is okay, but inside something s seriously messed up.

My senses know it. But yet I can't physically see it, or hear it.

I'm blinded. I'm deaf.

And I can't understand what's put me in this state.

Earlier I recieved a comm call from Ollie.

I hadn't heard from him in ages. It was refreshing to hear his voice. Apparently he's not having a great day and I agreed to meet up with him for a few drinks... and to just.. talk.

He told me to meet him at the bar in about fifteen minutes. I got here in less than two.

My eyes have been stapled against the sky, watching as the twilight's haze sweeps over the sky.

Flashes of instances rush through my head. Visions of past occurance and others I haven't even seen.

My breathing becomes heavy as a hand runs through my hair, trying to figure out what just happened. "The... hell--?"
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Spacey Vortex Thing [02 Aug 2006|04:39am]
[ mood | blank ]

My mind's been in a crazy vortex of laziness and emotions.

I need a hug. And a beer.


You up for going to the bar??
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Homebound [30 Mar 2006|07:31am]
[ mood | sore ]

After that whole Space Adventure, I found myself lying in the battle ravaged med-bay. My body laying on "the slab", as we like to call it, was hooked up to a few of our fancy-pansy machines. These ones aren’t like the ones at your normal hospital. They’ve been modified with the best tech in the world to monitor not only human, but meta-human body characterics. I could get into the science of it all, but-- I’ll save that for later.

Turning my head just slightly, I can make out a pair of figures.

"He’s been touch and go." The deeper voice said.

"At least you were able to find him when you did." The second voice said. "Coulda been worse."

"Yeah, no kidding. It’s good to have you back out this way, Rayner. I’ve missed you."

Kyle Rayner, the one who used to protect this sector as the Green Lantern stood. "I’ve missed this place, John. I really have."

I groan as my hand comes up to rub my face. "Why--does it feel like I have an elephant sitting on my chest?"

John and Kyle turn, their eyes glowing with a hint of a green tint.

"Wally--?" Kyle made his way over and smiled. "Hey bro. You doing any better?"

MAN I haven’t seen this guy in so long. As much as I want to hug him, I can’t. My body is aching in ten different kinds of ways--something I’m NOT used to it doing. "Elephant. On. My. Chest." I pointed to my chest.

Kyle chuckled and patted my shoulder before turning to John. "He’ll be fine. Good to see his humor wasn’t effected."

John just rolled his eyes at the comment. "Goodie."

Forcing myself to sit straighter I take a deep breath, but gasp in pain. OH yeah. Definitely had a rib broken, that was for sure. "Found--the elephant."
Aw hale did that hurt. Feeling defeated, I ease myself back and just figure I’ll take it easy... for now.


"I found your ass floating in space, that’s what happened." John said, taking a seat in a green construct chair.
"I’m, not dead?" I questioned, still having breathing difficulties. "Should be dead."
"Well, you’re not. So be grateful"

I gave him a weak smile. "I am. Thanks. I take it you got my message?"

John nodded. Kyle did too.

"I was actually out tracking Sinestro from deep space and when I was in range, I picked up your signal and game over as quick as I could."

"He was looking for ‘A Lantern.’"

John grinned faintly. "Apparently he got what he was looking for. He found me."

"And ended up getting a two-for-one special," Kyle added, his right fist coming up in a hook, a larger hand in green mimicking his actions. "He’s detained now."

"Great." I grinned.

"Hey Rayner--? You stayin’ here long?" Thought I would ask, just in case it was another year that I actually saw him again.

"For a while. At least until the Guardians decide they need me elsewhere."

I grin.

"Welcome home."
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After the Clouds have Settled [25 Mar 2006|11:07pm]
[ mood | cold ]

So that whole thing with the Watchtower being breeched was... heh... WOW.

Sinestro kicked my ass, let's just say that. I mean when you've got basically the most power weapon in the universe in your face-- no matter how much you run and avoid plasmic blasts, it's still not enough.

After he broke through the control room door, I made my escape. Hoping to high heaven someone would come to my aid.

'WHY did I have to be alone today of ALL days?' was the only thing I could ask myself as I continued to avoid his ring's energy blasts.

Just as I made my way into the bay, he clipped me in the foot and sent me sailing into the titanium wall of the bay.

"WHERE is he!??!?!" he demanded.

I grunted. "Wuh-- you talkin' about?"

"The LATERN. I need to talk to him."

"Well he's NOT here, Loser. Don't you see I'm the only one here?" I forced myself to stand, my hand grasping at my ankle.

"GET him." His eyes flared this hot orangey-yellow and his voice deepend. "*NOW.*"

"I CAN'T you moron!"

I watched his form float closer. He stayed silent for a moment and haughtily looked over his nails. "Very well." With a quick move, he used his ring and hit the airlock controls.

I tried to outrun it, but once again-- failed miserably.


The suction from the airlock was too much and it basically pushed me out into space. Holding my breath I grasped onto the edge, hoping that I could just hold on for just a little bit--

My fingers loosened and I lost my grip... totally.

Never understood why this place always makes me shivver versus like Alaska or something. My aura can only protect me from so much... and space... well... I'm just glad I didn't flash freeze once my body got completely outside.

One Minute.

I could still see Sinestro's form from within the bay, smiling and waving to me.

THIS was great. He was in the Watchtower... ALONE and here I am--

One minute, fifty seconds.

....floating in space.

Two minutes, ten seconds.

...Running out of air....

Two minutes, twenty seconds.

So cold.

Two minutes, thirty seconds.

...going to die...

Two minutes, forty seconds.

I exhale and try to breathe in.

Two minutes, forty-two seconds.


Two minutes, forty-three seconds.

Ride the Lightning

Wacthtower Breech [13 Mar 2006|07:49am]
[ mood | complacent ]

I can't really say Watchtower Duty has been keeping my mind well at ease. It's dead up here-- and I know this is SPACE we're talking about, because it's always dead up here, but THIS? This is no exception.

Good thing my shift's almost over -- then I can really get out of here and stretch my legs a bit.

I've noticed that I can never stay confined for too long. If I do-- granted, I'll snap.

Me and small spaces just never really did mix. Could be the reason why I get so antsy up here... especially when I'm here alone.

The echoing footsteps on another are easily heard on the platform.

It looks like someone's here to relieve me.

"About time." I mutter as I speed forward.

I stop, my eyes going wide as I see who's floating in the landing bay. The uncanny glow of yellow only freaks me out more.

"HEY! You're not Wonder Woman!" She was the one that was supposed to relieve me from duty.

The black and gold figure turns to me, an icy glare resting in his eye. Sinestro floats forward , his body incased in a yellow orb.

This CAN'T be good.

"Well NO. Shit!" His hand presses forward, a luminessing glow shooting from his ring.

I launch forward, letting my speed carry me across the bay. Avoiding Sinestro's laser beam is my main goal. I make it into the control room and put the entire place on immediate lock down. There's no way he can get in here--

"How the hell did he get inside!?!"

I'm flipping out. There was no movement on the moniters before hand-- and I KNOW he's not just a hologram floating around.

I rush over and hit the emergency control, sending out a message to any avaliable Justice Leaguers.

"Attention!! There's been a breech in the watchtower! We have a code ALPHA. I repeate-- a CODE ALPHA! I'm up here alone-- any avaliable Leaguer-- I could REALLY use assistance. Sinestro has infiltrated the tower-- any--"

Just then my raido communication turns to mush.

Aw. HALE no.

Did he just do what I THINK he just did?

Through the shatterproof glass, I can see Sinestro's form trying to break down the door with a guilded battering ram. "I know you're in there--! Why don't you come out and play??"

I gotta think fast or else I'm toast.
Ride the Lightning

Flower for Ivy [19 Feb 2006|06:53am]
[ mood | loved ]

Been feeling a lot better since my speed unexpectantly returned to me. Being able to feel the power of the force course through my veins once more was probably all of the confidence I needed. It was everything I needed, I'm thinking.

Having the wind rush through my face once more as I travel at super sonic speeds is nothing but a welcomed feeling. The air's cold and light snow is starting to fall as I enter the Gotham City limits. I'm almost slightly jealous at this point. The snow we had in Keystone has gone and since melted for a few weeks now. There hasn't been a cloud in the sky. And that's not 'normal' for this part of the year. We should be covered in a few feet of snow by now.

I guess considering it's been more than unseasonably warm this winter, we've got to compromise with the snow...

It's been a while since I've been to Robinson Park

Then again, it's been a while since I've seen Ivy. I knwo she's here. or at least somewhere int he city. This always seems to be the first place I come to look for her at.

Continuing to hold on to a goregous potted plant I picked up earlier I watch as the cold air gently moves the delicate petals. The brilliant purple color almost seems to glisten for a moment with a hint of pink.

With a bounding leap, I find a relaxing tree branch to sit ontop of. At least it's quiet tonight. Well as much as "quiet" can achieve in a city like this. The sounds of police sirens are looming in the distance, but that's normal.

'I hope she's here... If not I may have to call her.'

The silent hope is that Ivy still has the cell phone I gave her so I could contact her.

'I wonder...'

My eyes stray across the park before noticing a heavenly sweet aroma.

'This flower really smells good--'

A tickle in my nose causes me to sneeze and I bring the flower out of the way from the blow.

'Smells REALLY good....'
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Sneeze Back [14 Feb 2006|05:41am]
[ mood | cheerful ]

So my fever finally broke after about three days and I've been feeling more well than usual.

My head is still ringing like the bells of Notre Dame, but what else are you gunna do?

I've been dragging lately. Depression has been let's say.... my best friend. Loosing my powers for this long? It makes me wonder if I'm ever going to get them back. Maybe.... this really is the end of Flash.

No. Don't say that.

My mood's somber once more as I make my way into the living room. I haven't seen Ted all day. I've been hoping to talk to him and ask him how that bird of his was doing and if he bothered to wash any of my socks that that thing was sleeping on.

Talking birds--

Jeez it's cute. Creepy and odd. But cute nonetheless.

With a quick glance down to my watch I can't but help but notice the date.


Valentine's Day.

Should be spending some part of the day with Ivy.

I honestly miss her. I just silently hope she's not doing anything too devious. I'd hate to see her end up back in Arkham. That cold place is no place for a rare and beautifu flower like her.

The sudden thought of a flower bring out a sneeze.

Not just any sneeze though.

The force that came from it sent me me back-first intot he bookcase on the far wall.

"Wuh-- the--?"

Rubbing my nose I lean down to pick up the few books that fell.

Suddenly a light bulb goes off in the back of my mind--

'That's only possible if--

A short sprint around the block and returning to the same exact spot in my apartment in less than a second tells me everything I need to know.

I can breathe a lot easier now. Not to mention my body has basically stopped aching from every corner of my body.

Balling my fist, I grin. The power of the force can once again be felt rushing within my veins.

"I feel.... GOOD." I mutter without realizing.

I think I'll go for a run.
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Leaving the Paradise [01 Feb 2006|12:22pm]
[ mood | sick ]

As much fun as it was being stuck here for a few days, we had to eventually cut the adventure short.

Spending all of that extra time with Robbie made for a lot of intetresting conversations and situations.

Heh He's such a great buddy. Even though I was obviously feeling down about loosing a pretty damn important part of my being, he made sure to always keep my spirits high.

I guess that's what best friends do...

They look out for you when times are rough and highly uncertain.

Thanks to Mercia (Gods, I don't know how I'm ever going to repay her. Maybe.... cheesecake of some kind?), she was able to get me two plane tickets. One for Robbie to head back to Bludhaven and one for me to head back to Keystone.

I'm on the plane now getting sneezed on by some old fart of a man sitting next to me--

I'm at the point of fustration because my immune system is untolerably low. I think I've got a cold from going in and out of all of the air conditioning buildings.

I haven't had a cold since I was.... well.. since I was Kid Flash!

Do you KNOW how LONG ago that's been for me???!?

I hate not having my powers.

Easier for me to die this way....

I think when i get home i'll head to the Watchtower. maybe J'onn can take a look at me if he isn't too busy eating Oreos...
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Power Drain [22 Jan 2006|03:00pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

Yeah sooo....

Here I am. Powerless. Every living piece of energy that would rush through my veins is completely gone.

What a way to spend a birthday, huh? At least being here doesn't make it so bad.

Not that being mortal isn't bad, it's just... not me. I've had my abilities since I was thirteen. And I've lost them three times between now and then. The first time, I was with my Uncle Barry, who was the Flash at the time, and his buddy Hal Jordon-- who was the Green Lantern at the time. (Funny thing is, he's GL now too and he hasn't aged a day. WEIRD.) Anyway to overcome that power crisis Hal made me a Green Lantern.

They called me Kid Latern. That didn't last too long. Just until I got my powers back.

The second time was about two or three years ago when I sank into a bitter and dark depression. I was missing my Uncle a little too much. I allowed those emotions to over power me. And that basically yeilded me from performing my best. It went on and on and I couldn't bring myself out of the hole I dug myself into so then suddenly? My powers vanished. The speed force was no longer within me.

It took a lot to overcome that. It drained me. Could have killed me. But after that point? When my powers returned, I could move faster than light speed itself. Faster than any Flash in the past or Future could travel. I still hold those speeds--

Well... not anymore.

This time? that whole incident at the Central City museum had something to do with it. I *know* it.

I knew that altering my DNA would have some sort of lingering affects. The toxins that were released int he air reacted with what I had already had in my blood stream. It's because I altered my DNA and almost killed myself so I could be immune to Poison Ivy's toxins that did this.

I'm pretty sure of it. I haven't seen Inertia or Lillian since the incident. But something tells me that they're breathing fine and happy air.

It's just me this time. Im wondering if this is temporary or not though. It's really got me wondering... I'm hoping for temporary.

And I'm still in Hawaii with Robbie.

Supposed to go out for drinks later out on this ocean side bar.

And then I've got to figure a way for us to get back home. At least closer to home.

Oh man. I hope Ted's at home tonight. Otherwise this could get a lot messier than I orginally planned.
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Break Time [15 Jan 2006|08:59am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

I've had a rough couple of days, I'll tell you that much. Then again, because everyone has to put their two cents in they're telling me "You've had a rough couple of weeks" and that I need a vacation.

And for that? I can agree with for once.

After that whole thing with Dark Matter I think I've had about enough and all I can take. After the entire incident, I left with a feeling of nausea and a side splitting headache. (Still am feeling like that, but no matter.)

I've tried a bunch of different remedies that were suggested to me by others, but nothing's working. My muscles... They feel like I've just ran the universal marathon ten times. I'm.... extrememly tired-- exhuasted for lack of a better word.

However, I promised Robbie that we'd take a relaxing "vacation" together. (and I'm not about to bail on him like that.) That way we've got two whole days to catch up on everything we've missed out on over the months. Gunna go to Hawaii.

And if you asked me? It's perfect timing. My birthday's tommorrow. Spending a couple of days in paradise with my best friend is enough of a birthday present if you asked me.

God. Another year already? Where the hell does the time go?

Speaking of-- I need to go pick up Dick.

Launching my way to Bludhaven, armed with a dufflebag I knock on his apartment door.

"Hope I'm not too early..." I mutter, nearly out of breath.

'What's wrong with me?' I rub my head in thought. I haven't felt like I've been out of breath after a run in years.

Before the door can fly open I straighten up, trying to supress the heavy breathing. "Hey!"
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It's all Robin's fault [07 Jan 2006|02:26am]
[ mood | creative ]

Gee. THANKS so much Robin-- Seven Interesting Things....Collapse )
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Bored. [04 Jan 2006|05:42am]
[ mood | bored ]

How is it that I got stuck up here on moniter duty.. ALONE? There's supposed to be two of us up here. I've got like no one to talk to.

Someone IM me!?

Email me?

I'm so bored I made a banner to pimp me out. Check it out:

Yes, I know. My ego is swelling with pride as always.

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.

Did I mention I'm bored?


I haven't been sleeping well. It's almost on a nightly basis that I'm getting pleagued with dreams of death. It's the same dream I've been having.

Ya know. Me surrounded by fire. Me suddenly seeing the gravestones of Jay, Barry, and myself-- and then a sudden pain... then darkness.

It's driving me insane. The dream isn't progressing anymore. I've gotten as far as seeing a black figure in my wake, but that's the jist of it.

Driving me nuts....

Maybe I need a vacation.
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You find the weirdest Stuff Online... [03 Jan 2006|06:24am]
[ mood | surprised ]

Okay so apparently there is this website that's like a net sensation. I dunno maybe some of you guys heard of it? It's called "My Space"?

Anyway, I was looking around, deciding wether to join or not when I found-- well--

Hey Ted....? Is THIS really you? Something tells me it's not.

But I know DAMN sure that's Batman and Superman there though. I mean. DAMN!!??!??

I hadda heart attack.

Then I found three copies of yours truely. Yes. *THREE.* And no I'm not peeved, I'm flattered actually! Gotta love my fans. They're our biggest supporters. Amusing in the least.
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Notes of Warning [03 Jan 2006|03:40am]
[ mood | cynical ]

So why can't the new year start out right for once? And sure! I'm all for letting things start with a bang but in all honesty a torando was NOT on my list.

A torando-- YES. A torando, created by none other than the Weather Wizard himself, Mark Mardon-- touched down near the Central City/Keystone bridge sending numerous lives up for limbo.

If it weren't for Bart's help I don't know where I would have been. I need to check up on him make sure he's okay.

Now me, I got pelted with a baseball sized hailstone right in the face and Bart... well something tells me he didn't escape unscathed.

In the end, Mardon was being a punk, as he always was and seems that he wanted to put lots of innocent lives in danger merely for his own amusement and to get our attention.

Apparently we're supposed to "Keep our nuclear eyes abound. Notes in refernce to will be posted and a very dark visitor will come to play."

And then-- almost as quickly as his storm formed, he vanished.

A hologram.

Did I mention how much I hate Mirror Master??


I've got to find Bart--
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*pacing* [29 Dec 2005|06:49pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

So tonight's Bruce's birthday slash masquerade party. Of course, I put off finding a costume until... well.. pretty late-- but I managed to find one that suits my needs.

Kinda weird how that turned out. Fastest Man Alive showing up as the ORGINAL speedster-- A.K.A. = Hermes.

The only thing is-- the costume is a bit too drafty-- I was lucky enough to find a pair of shorts to put on underneath--

Walking over, I banged on the bathroom door. "Ted? You gunna come or not?"
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In The Wake [28 Dec 2005|02:12am]
[ mood | drained ]

I have to say my entire weekend has been nothing but interestin.

Had an amazing trip out to Alaska with Ivy. Got a chance to just... TALK for once. It was nice. Her memory seems to be slowly leaking back to her, which is always a good thing. She seems eager to remember the past that we've had.

And, in all honest, that makes me incredibly happy.

The only thing I really don't like is me having to do all of this sneaking around. If anyone found out about this...


I don't want to even think about that. I know the outcome will probably not be a good one.

The last few nights I've been having these strange dreams. Most of it consuming my body and the world around me in a silent and rapidly growing fire.

I managed to sketch out what I was seeing earlier. Well, at least the main scene that I remember so lucidly... This is basically what resulted--

And then afterward the fires die down and I'm left in the wake of a dead terrain. Scorched trees standing up and covered completely in ash and soot.

And then when I turn around there among the dying flames were three tombstones. They read:

"Jay Garrick"

"Barry Allen"

"Wally West"

I woke up in a cold sweat with my stomach in knots.

I know dreams are just that-- DREAMS, but I've never felt like this before.

Something's not right.

Maybe I should talk to someone who knows more about these things than I do.
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The Yuletide Truce [23 Dec 2005|11:25am]
[ mood | cheerful ]

Traditions run deep. And every year they continue to be played out-- just like clockwork. I don't really have any holiday traditions, save for one that was started a few years back.

There's a group of kids down in Central City who I've basically watch grown up through the years. All of 'em are orphans..... really sweet and incredible kids. You have no idea how much hope and how many smiles they bring to your faces, it's really quite amazing. My thing is that I usually go down there and spend Christmas eve with them. Hang out and play with them-- ya know. Just have a good time.

And in the end, before they head off to bed, they always get a little something special from yours truly.

Two years ago they had their hearts set on this "DJ Rubba Ducky" who rapped and made cool farting noises, last year they received well-- those kids really got a nice couple of gifts...

Sports equipment was what they asked for... and that's what I delivered. Oh man. We had a BALL. Well several of them. They seemed fascinated with the sport of dodge ball at the time and I, of course, showed them a thing or two.

Along with the array of balls that were bouncing around in the playroom, a man dressed in a suit and tie handed Mrs. Mayberry a card.

Once it arrived, she pulled me off to the side to let me see it as well.

When we opened the card the message inside read: "This is for you and the rest of your bright-eyed children. It's a little something I've had put away and figured that the youth of today could find some good in it. -Freaky Snowman" Along with the card, was a check for $500,000.

Freaky Snowman....?

Mrs. Mayberry looked at me with a sideways glance, tears of joy glistening in her eyes. "I don't believe this."

It clicked.--


"Neither do I."

I have to admit that was really sweet. I worried where the money came from, but after doing some re-tracing, I found out all of it was in fact legit. Which made me even more amazed.

This year-- well...

It's different.

I just received a letter from "Freaky Snowman" asking me to meet him in Central City train station.

I'm hoping to hell he's not going to blow up the place so I rush down there, casually walking down the main lobby, pretty much unsure of where I'm going to see the chaos and destruction. I turn back in the opposite direction to have a second look around.

A rather large man with white gloves turns the page of his newspaper as I walk past. "Your pacing is making me incredibly nervous." he says to me in a gruff tone. The tone is familiar, spoken with carefully placed wording in a strong mellow tone. "Sit down, Flash."

I blink, taking another look at the man and sit next to him. Sitting next to me was, in fact, Humanite. Dressed in a long brown trench coat, sunglasses, and a hat. "You know, if you're trying to blend in, you're doing a poor job of it. I think you'd look better without the coat."

"There's a chill out if you haven't noticed." he breathed, folding his newspaper in half and sitting it on the bench beside him. He turned his head. "I asked you here today because in our new-founded tradition, I wanted to bring on our annual seasonal truce." He extended his hand to me. "I couldn't exactly give the official wording last year because of certain circumstances. So I wanted to make sure this was done right this year."

"Noble." I comment, shaking his hand. At least that will be one super-villain that I won't have to deal with.

"I've noticed that the orphanage has put that money to good use. When will be the be finished with the editions to the facility?"

"In about a week actually." I smile. It's kind of refreshing to talk to the guy when he's not trying to blast your brains out.

"That's nice." he nods. "You going down there tonight?"

"Yeah... Gunna spend a few hours down there." I blinked, having it dawn on me. "Why... don't you come along? I'm sure they'd all love to see you."

"I couldn't possibly impose. The last thing I'd want it to--"

"You didn't scare them two years ago, I don't think you have the right heart for scaring innocent kids. That's not you."


"Besides, I'm sure they'd love to see Freaky Snowman again anyway."

Humanite turned his massive head to me and watched me for a few seconds before responding. "Very well then. I'd be gld to join you, Flash."


"You just had to add holly to the hat DIDN'T you?" Humanite grumbles to me. I think he's ticked because it pricked him.

"It's more festive looking!" I tell him with a smile.

As soon as the door opens, we're ushered into the living area by Mrs. Mayberry.

Just seeing the kids' faces as we enter the room brings nothing but excitement and joy to our faces.

"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, kiddies!! Have you been good this year???"
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Email Message-- [22 Dec 2005|02:14pm]
[ mood | content ]

To: Sasami
From: Flash [flash@jla.net]
Subject: About Ted.

*wave wave* Hey Sasami.

Man, I sure hope that the whole multi-dimensional thing works well enough to deliever this email message to you.

Anyway, I hope all is going well. I never got a chance to thank you for those cookies that you made. They were excellent. Very tasty. They didn't last three minutes, sadly enough.

Gloopie (that's my lil' pet alien guy, 'member him?) anyway, I saved him a piece and he seemed to shape-shift into the form of a heart, so I'm guessin' that he liked 'em too.

I thought I would give you an update on Ted, since I know you're probably over there worried about him.

He's back this way with me. I'm still keeping my eye on him, in truth, I'm still worried about him, even haver I administered that serum into his system. He's been resting well enough, and I think right now that's exactly what his body needs.

The holiday season is pretty much here. I don't know if you guys celebrate or anything but.....

Anyway, I was gunna get ya somethin' but I have NO idea what you like or what you're into or anything like that.. So instead I made ya this:

I wanted to do more to it, but the picture was just too cute to do too much of anything to it.

Anyway. Hope all is well!

Take care,

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Date with Ivy [20 Dec 2005|08:10pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

It had been an interesting day to say the least. His best buddy had been ill and down for the count thanks to Mr. Crane, he got 'captured' by Poision Ivy (but got released on good terms!), got to talk with a grouchy billionaire...


And to think, the day wasn't over yet.

Flash's form was now catioously walking into the gated regions of Robinson Park. Back in Gotham for a second time in one day? You better believe it.

He kept glancing over his shoulder, almost paranoid for the fact that he thought he was being watched. He had a feeling someone had to have spotted him. After all, it was kinda hard to miss a guy in a red suit. That was all he needed-- was someone to get suspicious.

Let's try to avoid being spotted, okay brainiac?

It wouldn't matter though. Because as soon as Ivy showed, he was going to wisk them out of the country for an evening out. No need to stay locally when what you wanted wasn't local anyway.

Upon seeing movement, he smiled. "I hope I'm not too late?"
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Gotham Run [18 Dec 2005|09:53am]
You know, everytime I vanish, there's always a reason to my madness. Once I've got my mind set on something, I'm damn sure gunna follow through it.

My friends are falling ill in some form or fashion and I truely don't have a clue on how to help them. It's driving me mad.

I found Ted in Chicago, curled up in his little floating fortress.

Something tells me that he's been hiding out there for a while. The place looked lived in and comfortable-- Kinda like how my living room looks after about a day or two of me lounging around the house doing absolutely nothing at all.

I had to leave him for a minute.

I need to find Bruce...

Though, by the time I launch past the "Welcome to Gotham" sign at the edge of town I suddenly realize that it wasn't a great idea.

Bruce hasn't exactly been himself either lately.

Not too long ago, Robin was telling me how "odd" Bruce was acting-- I mean odd for BRUCE. Let's face it, the man has always been odd, but odd in a pseudo-creepy-cool way... now he's just being odd in a scary uh-oh kinda way.

Then again, I know that Bruce has a serum for fear gas... and that's why I'm here. Hopefully he won't mind me bugging him?

With me-- I'm always looking for the fastest route from point A to point B-- and right now? I see one--

Right through Robinson Park.

"Haven't been this way in a while." I mutter to myself, soaring over a bench, touching down onto the lush green grass.

Within a sudden instant my jaw collides with dirt and I hear nothing but rusteling.

The back of my mind is running at lightspeed--

Leaves--? Bushes??

What the hell is making that noise!?

Creeping plants are inching around me. Tangeling me in their mass. I fumble as gently as I can to unloosen the wrapping Ivy, but there's nothing I can do. The grip becomes tighter-- and before long, I'm suspended about five feet from the ground, swaing back and forth like a monkey in a cage.

My instints know not to squirm and I fold my arms across my chest, watching....

"Cute way to say hello."
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