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Chapter One: Introducing the Green Speedster
The music was low and humming, rocking the roof under his feet. Usually he didn't like standing on rooftops like Bats but today he felt like staring at the clouds. Bats, sitting next to a gargoyle in Gotham. Hah. His hips swayed slightly, unable to not notice the beat. A fast beat, not nearly fast enough, but kept his heart calmer than usual.
The wind suddenly picked up and he glanced down at the street below him. Everything except one person slowed down, as his eyes adjusted to the person going at super speed. Faster than Superman but not nearly as fast as the fastest man alive. He ran down the side of the building and chased after the person, the green speedster.
He quickly caught up, running backwards. It's a she, he realized. Large doe eyes caught him and she frowned, speeding up and taking a sharp left down an alleyway, the garbage on the street flying backwards in her haste. He trotted behind her, grinning. Another speedster. Small build, petite, wearing a green sweatshirt over tight black jeans and goofy looking green sneakers. Two swords on her back in an X fashion. Her hair is up in a high pony tail though the color is plain dark brown. He thinks her colors match a tree.
"So, why you running?" He asked, running beside her. She glared at him, his words almost unheard. All she could hear was the wind blowing past her ears. He then noticed she was clutching a stone statue to her chest. About five inches tall and three inches thick. Suddenly the mysterious speedster jumped up, jumping from building to building with the skill of a circus freak.
Collapsing on the ground, hiding on some roof, the green speedster tried to catch her breath. Acceleration was a new power to her and made her feet and lungs swore. Central City; The Flash's city. Of course she had to run into him.
"So, why are you running?" Flash asked, appearing beside her with a gust of wind. Glaring up at him, she forced herself back onto her feet without stumbling. "Hey, isn't that...museum property. You're a thief." He grinned. A speedster super villain; great way to start the day.
"You look happy about that," she replied, smirking and then ran off at super speed, running down the side of the building and then onto a busy street, weaving through cars that were heading towards her. Flash was following her in a split mili-second. He could go faster, sure, but he was at his semi-max speed and this was fun.
They raced through the streets of Central, her pushing her limits, him grinning madly. They circled the city thrice and had gone through the complicated twists and turns of the city twice. Before she finally collapsed, on her knees, gripping her sides, laughing joyously. Not an evil laugh or menacing laugh. A light, happy laugh. "Guess you won," she gasped, perspiration lightly damping her bangs to her face.
"Tired already?" he asked. It had only been six minutes. He was still grinning, the thrill of a high speed chase given a new meaning.
"Not used to it, like you are," she muttered, glancing at her watch on the inside of her wrist. He raised his eyebrows at the easy confession; she couldn't tell behind the mask. "Sorry, but my ride's here," she didn't sound sorry. And when a black hole suddenly opened up underneath and she fell in, he stood there gawking.