Hello, please enjoy this chapter, it may be short but the next one will be much longer, I promise.

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Jim and Claire had finally gotten a night away from the Trolls for the first time since they started this trip. It hadn't been more than two weeks since they had defeated Gunmar and Morgana, although it felt like a lifetime ago. It had only taken a couple days for Jim to dismiss his armor, after finally having a chance to relax and breathe since being trolled, or since becoming the trollhunter. Jim also found very quickly that his personality also got trolled, his senses heightened and his actions were sometimes strange, unexplained and animalistic.

For their date they went to a movie and ate at a little coffee shop -Claire ate-, they also went shopping for new clothes, and some other essentials -Jim has the Glamor Mask-. By the end of their date, they ended up in a jewelry store. Claire 'oohed' and 'awed' over the rings in the display case.

"Jim! Jim, look at this one," she exclaimed pulling him over to the glass case she was looking in. the ring in question was a silver band engraved with ivy vines around the edge with a single amethyst embedded in the band. "I really like this one."

"You do look good in purple," he said then leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "It also matches your magic."

"I also saw this other one over here you might like." She smiled smartly guiding him to the next display case. "Remind you of anything?" This ring was black titanium and had vibrant red ruby's embedded all the way around the band.

"Maybe, it kind of looks like a certain magical armor that I've seen." He grinned as he pressed a kiss to his partner's cheek.

"I like it. It reminds me of my best friend." she took his small fake human hand in hers then whispered, "I miss the blue."

"Well, it's not like I can show my other face around here." he laughed.

"I know." She smiled and stared at his hands sentimentally. "So, about those rings…"

"What about the…" Jim started but was cut off by the sounds of gunshots.

Some of the display cases exploded, glass shattered everywhere. The man holding the gun started screaming orders.

"GET ON THE GROUND! NOBODY MOVE! AND NOBODY DIES." Jim and Claire were the only ones in the store, and the manager was in the back, but the words were still to be headed. The man was wearing a skeleton mask over his mouth and nose and a dark hoodie covering his hair. Jim helped Claire to the floor, making sure she didn't cut herself on the glass, once she was safe he got up and marched toward the masked man. Not flinching when the gun was aimed at him he kept walking.

The gun went off three times, Jim could almost see the bullets in slow motion, however, the third disappeared as a red blur passed between Jim and the robber. The bullets made contact with Jim's chest and the impact sent him falling onto his backsliding toward Claire.

"Jim!" she shouted, crawling her way to him. Her arms slipped out from underneath her on the glass, leaving gashes on her palms and her face where she hit the tile. Still, she scrambled till she reached him.

A man in a red stared at the bullet in his hand, glancing from it to the young boy with two bullet holes in his blue jacket, and the young lady cradling him. Letting out an angry cry he became a blur and punched the shooter square in the jaw sending him to the floor, appearing across the room in the blink of an eye.

The man walked over to Claire, his hidden face ridden with anger and sadness, getting on his knee he said to her. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough. I should have been faster! GAHHHH! I'm sorry." The girl looked up at him, with a bewildered look on her face, eyes were blown wide.

Jim moved, moaning. And the man in the red jumped back with speed ending up on his feet a few yards back, startled. Getting to his feet, Jim brushed himself off then noticed the holes in his favorite blue jacket -even if it was conjured by the glamor mask-. His face turned red and his brows furrowed, the man was even more startled to hear Jim snarl.

"You shot me! This is my favorite jacket! Why would you do that?" Jim pointed a finger at his attacker.

"Jim, you know it's not a real jacket, right?" the Girl whispered so only he could hear.

"I know, but still," he whispered back.

The man stared in awe at the holes in the jacket, waiting to see them seep in red. "How are you still alive?" he was able to gasp out.

"Uhh…" Jim and Claire glanced at one another then the man, not knowing how to answer.

"It was a miracle?" Claire said skeptically.

"No. No one survives point-blank shots like that." The man in red pointed with one hand the other stressfully trying to run his fingers through his hair that sat under the hooded mask.

"No one should be able to catch a bullet either," Jim says pointing at the man's still clenched fist. "How did you do that?"

The man looked down at his hand and opened his fist to look at the bullet. "I'm The Flash. It's… it's what I do."

"So if I said 'I get shot and it doesn't affect me, It's what I do.' That makes it make sense?" Jim said.

"I guess not. But, don't you know who I am?" The Flash asked.

"No, we're from… out of town." The girl provided.

"Ok, but that doesn't explain how you survived two bullet shots to the hea…"

*BANG*

The masked gunman fired another shot off at Jim. Landing a shot on his forehead.

The Flash ran and took the gun from the persistent shooter, bunching his lights out. Running back to Jim and Claire, faster then either of them could have registered it. However, the boy was gone now replaced with a large blue creature with horns, tusks, and a tail.

"Jim!" she shouted again. "Jim? Honey, wake up," she said it calmly, caressing his face as she slowed his fall to the floor. Her pants now torn and her legs cut from glass. She pulled the glamor mask closer to her, briefly examining the chip where the bullet had knocked it off of Jim's face. "Jim, please you need to wake up." she started to panic, but not much.

The Flash, on the other hand, was panicking like crazy. He ran from one point to another around Claire and Jim, trying to figure out what was happening. 'Where did the boy go? What happened? What is that? What's going on' where among some of the questions he blurted out in speedy panic.

"Flash!? Can you please stop for ONE second?" She asked frantically. "You're stressing me out."

"Sorry." He said from one spot.

"Thank you." She said through a long breath. Then she heard police sirens. "I need your help, I can't get him out of here in time and his mask is broken. Do you have somewhere we can hide? I know it's a lot to ask, but if they find him…" She was stoped by the Flash.

"It's fine. I have a place, but he just got shot. He shouldn't be going at the speeds we'll be going, it's not safe."

"Oh he's fine, I just can't get him out of here without anyone else seeing him." she slipped out from under Jim's head, and put the glamor mask in her backpack, securing it around her shoulders. "If you can only carry him, you can come back for me. I can hide for a while."

"No, I should be able to get you both back in one trip." He bent over to pick Jim up.

"Careful… He's kinda heavy." She said it too late as he fireman carried Jim, growning at his weight.

"You're right… He's… very… heavy." he said it through gasps. Then walked up to Claire picking her up with one arm around her waist. "Tell me when you're ready miss…?"

"Claire. And this is Jim."

"Nice to make your acquaintance. Just wish it was under… better circumstances."

"Me too," Police cars started pulling up. "Let's get out of here." Then they were gone.