Green Lantern & The Flash Chapter: #1, The Odd Couple: Part 1

Author: CaptainTightPants12

Rating: K

Disclaimer: If I owned Superman, his story lines, or any related characters, you'd be seeing this story in the pages of the this month's issue of Superman and not for free on FanFiction. Ditto any DC Comics characters or storylines.

Summary: The most glamorous and beguiling couple in the DC Universe, Green Lantern and Flash.

Author's Note: As you'll quickly deduce, this [mostly] is the first meeting of Hal Jordan and Barry Allen, so it's not set in present day continuity for DC Universe Prime. Anyways, dive in! Looking forward to your thoughts!

There are unlikely couples in the world.

Sometimes the geek gets the girl. Seriously, there was even a rumor that a nerdy rookie reporter landed Lois Lane from out East. Sometimes two grumpy old men find companionship in each other. It happens. But this was California.

The new Wild West. Friendships, real ones anyways, were few and far between. Everyone was out for themselves and such a bond was simply unheard of. But there was one couple that defied all of the odds.

And it all started with, if you could believe it, zombies.

He shook his head wildly, avoiding bites and scratches. "It's just not... biologically possible! And I would know! I'm a scientist! There's no way that they're zombies! This just doesn't make sense!"

"Well, get on board with it!" grunted Green Lantern as a will-power charged fist roared from his ring. "They're zombies!"

. . . .48 hours earlier. . . .

Barry's head hit the counter in the crime lab. "I've got nothing, Pat. Nothing at all. I've combed over the scene for fibers, prints, DNA, and I can't find us a lead. Singh is going to kill me. And I mean it this time. That vein... It's popping."

She snickered, "Don't be like that. We've just gotta find our break. It's all here."

"I've been up and down and all over this case, Pat," Barry groaned. "The only biological evidence that we found, was dead tissue. Long dead tissue. Which, wasn't a huge surprise. It was a crematorium."

"Yeah, but it was super dead tissue. The kind that'd been dead for years. Why was that still around? There's no way that they were that bad at cleaning their own set-up. No way. There's gotta be something to that," Patty offered.

He sighed and nodded. She had a point. Who just breaks into a cemetery and kills a funeral director, but sticks around to dig up some corpses and rub their crusty old dead tissue on the counters and victim? And this wasn't the first time that it had happened. Two other cemeteries in Central City had been hit by the "Cemetery Creeper."

'Geeze, I can't believe Iris is letting her bosses force her to call this guy that,' he thought to himself. Barry furrowed his brow and looked to his Q-Pad, 'Maybe Patty is on to something... Maybe there's more to this than I thought...'

Barry quickly pulled up 'the Kord,' his preferred search engine, on his Q-Pad. He accessed the CCPD database and used the national crime database to search for cemetery related criminal activity. "Patty, what is A.R.G.U.S.?"

"Hmm?"

"There's a bunch of files here that say that they're restricted under order of A.R.G.U.S.," he tilted the screen for her to see the blacked out files. "Why would the files be restricted? And even then, why would these be restricted from us?"

Patty shook her head, "I guess go and ask Frye? Maybe he'll be able to give you access?"

Once he was out the door of the crime-lab, he used his super-speed to get the rest of the way in a flash. He slowed down as he reached the top of the stairwell, straightening his lab coat, and then proceeded into the CCPD bullpen. Barry had been getting first-hand involved with a lot of investigations lately, and that had gotten a bit of a reputation with some of the beat cops. He had become a little uncomfortable these days about having to deal with them.

One of the more arrogant officers leaned back in his chair, "What bring you up here, Allen? Did you find a kid in a well or is it a cat in a tree this time? I'd hate for you to miss out on a chance to be the hero."

Barry gave a small nod before continuing on his way. He gave the glass a quick tap before poking his head inside the door to Captain Darryl Frye's office. "Captain Frye? Have you got a minute? I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Of course, Barry! Come on in. And call me Darryl, would you?"

He nodded and stepped inside, "Sir, I'm working on the..." he grimaced. "The Cemetery Creeper case-"

"Ah! Any leads?"

"Well, I might be able to find one, but when I tried to look through the national crime files for similar cases, I found that a vast majority of them are restricted by something called A.R.G.U.S.," he showed him his Q-Pad.

Frye frowned, putting on his glasses, "Why are these... A.R.G.U.S. stands for the Advanced Research Group Uniting Super-Humans... I had to go to a conference on it. These are the guys that deal with the meta-humans and what not."

His eyes grew big, "You think that the Cemetery Creeper is a meta-human?"

"If A.R.G.U.S. is getting involved with it, I guess that's a safe bet," Frye shrugged. "That would probably explain why we're having such a hard time tracking him down. We're just behind the curve on some of this stuff. I guess it's a good thing that we've got the Flash looking out for us. This should be right up his alley."

Barry gulped, "Yeah... He should have no problem at all..."

Frye opened his desk drawer and dug around for a moment, "I think that I've got a number here. Might be able to call it and get some kind of clearance of exemption to look into the A.R.G.U.S. files, but no promises."

He slid a card across the table and Barry picked it up, reading it. "Steve Trevor... Hmm..."

Barry twirled the card around with his fingers, but Iris quickly snagged it from his hand. "Barry, why haven't you called this guy already? You need the info for your case. I need to get this story over with. I mean seriously, every time I have to say the Cemetery Creeper, I die a little inside. I don't think I can take another week of this..."

"I did call it," he rolled his eyes. "And I was totally iced out. That Trevor guy wouldn't even take my call. I had to talk to some woman named Etta Candy for half an hour about the matters of Home Land Security."

"There are people named Etta Candy in this world?"

He furrowed his brow, "Didn't you come up with a woman name Silver St. Cloud?"

Iris gave him a stern poke, "Hey. She was a nice lady. And it made for one hell of a handle. You either go weird or have dynamite alliteration like Lois Lane, Vicki Vale, I was so pissed that my Dad gave my brother the double-W instead of me."

"I'm sure that your readership will endure," he chuckled.

"Well what are you going to do then? My fate is in your hands, Allen. I'm reasonably certain that if I have to type that name into another article, my head is going to explode. Tell me you have a plan. Help me, Barry Allen, you're my only hope."

Barry shook his head with a laugh, "I have a plan. This guy has struck in what is starting to appear as a direct line, and I think that if I can piece together the locations, I can figure out where he's heading."

"Any leads?"

He shrugged a bit, "I'm still sorting through what I can get at. A.R.G.U.S. is doing their best to keep it locked down, but I have been sorting through what I can find on the Kord. Mostly tweets and what not, but I'm starting to get somewhere. If I'm right, he's heading west. I've just gotta find out where out west. It's kind of a big area to cover."

"Maybe you should call the Flash?"

Barry nearly spit out his beer, "Hmm?"

She rolled her eyes, "You know? The ole Scarlet Speedster? The Crimson Comet? The guy is the fastest man alive. He'd be able to go all full-burn and get you all the info that you need. Why don't you just give him a call?"

"Uh... Well... I don't think you can just call him and get him to run errands for you..."

Iris waved her hand, "Please, I get him to do errands for me all the time, let me call him-"

"No!" he shouted on accident, eyes wide.

She jumped back, "What?!"

His mouth hung open, "Uh... I just... Let me see if I can't track it down on my own? I don't want to waste his time before I know for sure what I'm looking for. We'll just file that away for the moment. Alright?"

"You're so weird, you know that?"

"Yeah... I know..." he grimaced.

Her phone beeped, and when she pulled out her phone, she chuckled to herself, "So, do you remember that intern I had last summer? The Korean girl?" Barry nodded. "Well, she just texted me, and she says that a cemetery was robbed out in Nevada where she's doing some intern work. Does that sound like the kind of thing that would interest you?"

Barry's eyes grew big, "Nevada. Where at in Nevada?"

"Las Vegas. It didn't make the mainstream news because lets face it, it's a thing in Vegas to be seen with dead people. No one was surprised that someone robbed a cemetery, but she knew that I was killing myself on our story." He pulled out his Q-Pad and updated the trajectory. Iris leaned over his shoulder, "What's it say?

He followed the line with his finger from Central City to all the other locations and then finally Las Vegas. It made a perfect line out west, heading to a very specific spot on the map. Barry leaned back with a 'heh'.

"If this is right... It looks like I'm heading to Coast City."

. . . .to be continued. . . .

Author's Note: Well, what did you think? I think you all can guess where this is going, but hopefully you enjoyed meeting our good friend Barry Allen and his supporting cast. We'll be meeting Hal Jordan and his supporting cast in the next chapter as we move things out west. Until then, I hope you guys enjoyed the set-up, and I'm excited for what comes next! Shoot me some reviews and let me know what you thought! More fun is on the way!