I find your lack of paragraphs disturbing. 6 AM is either my greatest enemy or my greatest friend. Here's a (really) short one while I work on a longer fic. Well, I say that now...
They said it would be easy. Get in, get what they want, and get out…No trouble…
No trouble…
Get back at 'em for dat lost promotion, eh?
Other memories surfaced.
Jeannie…Oh God, Jeannie…Beautiful Jeannie. Beautiful, patient Jeannie. Beautiful, patient, married-to-a-loser Jeannie.
Dead.
And that…the…Batman...Where was he? Too busy throwing people into vats of acid to save an innocent woman?
Vats of acid.
With a last thought of beautiful Jeannie, Jack opened his eyes to his reflection.
White…
Red…
Green…
Jack ran a hand through his hair. Something changed in that vat of acid. No one can tell you what, exactly, but suddenly…
Everything seemed a little brighter.