DEF: So this was the story I way telling you guys about, inspiration came form this dream I had a few nights back.
Vita: Yeah, right, it was a real weird dream, even for her. Right so we don't own Flash or the Justice League, that still belongs to DC although we're trying to steal the rights, we'll let you know how that goes.
The Watch Tower was unexpectantly quiet as Diana, Princess of Themyscira, better known as Wonder Woman, paced the eerily silent halls, we say eerily because Flash was on board and not a sound was to be heard. Usually whenever the scarlet speedster was up on the high-tech Tower, there would be no respite from the utter chaos and confusion the boy caused. Diana pondered this conundrum as she made her way to the monitor room to relieve said paradox.
She found the boy as she always did, feet propped up on Bruce's precious computers and some food item clutched in his hands. Bruce would kill him, if the Bat could ever catch him that is, the boy could break the speed of light at the drop of a hat, the Bat stood no chance. It was only after she acknowledged the normal could she focus on the abnormal. The red clad, well teen she supposed since he sure as hell didn't act any older than nineteen, was actually staring at the monitors instead of spinning in the chair. The sandwich in his hands was only half eaten, terrifying enough on its own without the rest of it shredded and lying on its plate. She had seen him consume such vast quantities of food that at times she wondered whether or not he actually just teleported it to another dimension.
"Flash, it's time for me to take over monitor duty," she told him gently shaking his shoulder, maybe he'd fallen asleep as he so often did albeit he always finished his food.
"Really? Did six hours really go by that fast?" he questioned incredulously, eyes wide as though she had told him the most blatant lie he'd ever heard. She had to take a step back at that, this was Flash, the Fastest Man Alive, a second was like an hour to him, minutes days, how in Hera's name did he loose track of time? He was always complaining about how slow everyone else was and it was constantly driving them insane.
"Yes it did. Are you feeling alright Wally?" she asked moving forward to feel his forehead for any signs of a life threatening fever, because really what else could it be? There was no chance in Olympus that the hyperactive teen could ever loose track of time without something apocalyptic taking place.
"Tip Top Princess, been a real slow night I musta fallen asleep again. I'll just swing by the mess hall 'fore I head back to Central City," he explained with his signature smirk. She couldn't help but to return the smile, Wally's cheer was infectious and she caught the flue so easily around him. She was probably just being overprotective as usual around him, he was just so fragile in his own little way that she felt obsessively defensive of him.
"Don't eat everything like you did last week or Bruce will have your hide," she called at his retreating figure; he grunted a response and sped off to the cafeteria. She smiled to herself, really Flash was like the younger brother they all loved and hated at the same time, it was impossible not to like him but just as hard to put up with him for longer than five minutes. Shaking her head as she saw the blur of red piling food onto a plate, she completely ignored the half eaten, half shredded sandwich that looked ready to bitch slap her for her stupidity. She also didn't notice that as soon as she turned away from the café monitor, all the food that had been piled on the plates were back in their respective places looking to all the world untouched. If the food could have risen up en masse at that particular moment, no one would have ever heard from the Amazonian Princess again.
"Hey Kid, whatcha' doing up here? Wait, don't tell me, you're riggin' the ceiling to rain down gravy or something, right?" John quipped rolling his eyes. He had known the kid for what, five years now? Ever since he replaced Hal as Earth's Green Lantern and if he'd learned anything about the hyperactive hero in that time, it was 'A quiet Flash is a deadly Flash'. Seriously! The last time the kid had gotten like this was just before he'd rewired the teleporter to dump Batman on a Gotham City trash barge. Let's just say, it didn't end all too well for the scarlet clad man, he was still afraid of stuffed bears and dogs and cats, really anything of the stuffed variety.
"Seriously GL? Who even comes up here on a daily basis for me to prank anyways? I was just thinking about…stuff," the younger conceded starring off at the endless expanse of space once more. Okay, this was getting unnaturally strange, since when did the kid actually think about anything but his next meal?
"Stuff like…? Come on kid, don't leave me hanging the suspense is killing me!" he all but yelled, his agitation breaking through the calm façade.
"Personal stuff, you know what, I gotta go, promised Bats I'd check out that radiation thing in Metropolis since Supes is away," the younger man explained with a sigh. With exaggerated slowness, the red clad speedster got to his feet and walked away down the hall of the observation deck.
John felt a little prickle of fear as his friend walked away but he chose to ignore it, the kid was probably just bummed about having to run errands for the Bat, that was all. There was no chance in Hell that the kid was depressed, never, this was Flash we were talking about, that idiot couldn't stay sad if his life depended on it. Still, why did he feel that little prickle of fear whenever he pictured that unfocused look in his eye, the vulnerability of his always smiling mouth?
Nah, the kid was fine, nothing wrong whatsoever, the human mind was a powerful thing, it could create scenarios out of thin air, give life to childhood nightmares. He knew that very well, just look at some of the more far gone villains they fought, they didn't do it for money or power. Essentially, they did it for attention, hell, if they could afford some of the crap they used on a daily basis, then they didn't need to rob a bank.
Those psychological tricks worked on the heroes too, if they did something they just couldn't handle, their minds would obliterate the offensive emotions to save itself from a meltdown. He knew this, he knew it and yet he still allowed them to take over as he walked down the quiet halls to his bedroom. Because his subconscious knew what he didn't, it knew something was very, very wrong with Wally but he just wouldn't believe what his senses were screaming at him. No, not couldn't, wouldn't believe because this wasn't Wally-ish behavior and therefore non-existent. There simple as one, two, three.
"Flash, good to see you after so long, how was your mission for Batman?" J'Onn asked in his muted yet deep voiced way, it was as though the Martian was afraid he'd break something if he spoke too loudly.
"Eh, it was okay, Joker says hi by the way and something about no more pies in the mail?" Flash mumbled leaving the question open for speculation. The Martian shook his head in a tolerant way, he had met the Joker of course and had to admit, that man's mind was a deep, dark abyss that was infinitely intriguing.
To the average human yes, his curiosity of the insane was disturbing but how could he learn about human behaviorisms if he did not inspect either side of the spectrum? The human mind was fascinating, something he had never encountered before and the Joker's was one of the more deranged specimens. He could read that man's mind for years without getting fed up with it, he supposed it was safe to say that the feeling was mutual.
Ever since their first meeting, the 'clown' had taken to sending him cream pies with various notes in them as well as the odd booby trap of acidic fillings and exploding joker cards. He imagined that this was just the Joker's latest ploy to trick the alien into a false sense of security; no doubt he would receive an exploding Christmas card any day now. How the Joker managed to get all of this past Bruce's security system was beyond him but he intended to find out as soon as possible. It was a major security risk not to mention cutting in on his meditation time which he valued a great deal. Anything less than three hours of meditation a day left him, how did the humans put it, ah yes, pissed.
"I understand, did you find and disarm all of the explosives?" he went on as though he hadn't gone through his entire relationship with a lunatic in a few short seconds. He waited expectantly for an answer, the Flash's mind was just as intriguing as the Joker's, he was all bright colours and happiness while Joker was broken mirrors and gaping holes.
"I dumped them in the Hudson River, no there weren't any boats or people or animals around when I did it," Flash added a strange bite in his voice, was that anger? For a very brief second, he had seen a glimpse of hard edges and razor sharp crystal in that mind of joy and childish wonder. It reminded him of Batman's mind, a cold barren wasteland devoid of love and affection, a thick wall separating him from the rest of the world.
"I did not insinuate you would do such a thing Flash, I merely wished to know what had become of the explosives. I apologize if I offended you in any way," J'Onn back tracked quickly. He ran through the conversation quickly in his mind, he was still unused to earthly forms and customs so he wasn't quite sure what he had said that came out as offensive.
"Whatever Martian Man, not like anyone really cares what Flash has to say, I'm just the comic relief ain't I?" the scarlet speedster growled, eyes narrowing to tiny slits. Before the Martian could apologize once more, the other had run off at the speed of light, something he only did when he needed to clear his hyperactive mind.
He pondered on that question all through his meditation, he was sorely tempted to infiltrate the man's mind and simply snatch the answer from his thoughts, but where was the challenge in that? Besides, it was highly impolite to search ones thoughts without ones permission, he had already offended Flash once, he did not want to do it a second time. Instead, he focused on the inner workings of the universe and the vast multitude of the human mind as he tried to wrap his own around their fickle emotions.
DEF: Just some random filler to start, see how it goes from here.
Vita: The League acts like they don't give a shit, how heartless can you get? Read and review, that's why they got that little button at the bottom.