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Luthor had been waiting over a week now, mentally kicking himself everyday for letting the Flash go for so long. As he sat once more in his leather chair he clenched his fists together remembering the speed that had been given a chance to use. He knew instantly that the Flash was a little older then he acted, he had felt a shift when their brains had switched. The Flash's body was lighter, quicker and strangely strong. He had felt invincible, thinking that not even the members of the Justice League could stop him. And, if they had been on Earth, he probably would have gotten away.
His mind had moved quicker as well, even faster then it did when he was merged with Brainiac, though without nearly the amount of processing power.
If only the Flash was a little bit smarter, he'd be unstoppable.
Luthor smiled to himself at the thought. The Flash? Smart? He had met children with a longer attention span that the goofy hero. But then again, that was another thing Luthor had noticed. His mind was moving so fast, everyone else seemed to be going super slow. Even listening to people speak could become a chore, it was a wonder the Flash had any patience to talk with anyone.
Then came the hunger.
Luthor had little clue what it was like to be starving but he felt he got an idea after running around the WatchTower for a bit. He felt like he hadn't eaten in weeks, though he was certain that the Flash rarely missed a meal, despite what his thin frame would suggest. He had not only wanted food, he had needed it. And not like a pregnant woman needed ice cream and pickles at 4 o'clock in the morning. He had been certain he would have passed out without it.
If he was honest with himself he would have admitted that he would have liked to attempt to gain control over Flash's body again, to be that fast once more but he knew that the eating alone would drive him mad eventually.
No, he wanted something else from the Scarlet Speedster now. He wanted to watch as the face he couldn't recognize in that bathroom mirror screamed for mercy and he wanted to see just how long the Flash could live without eating.
Revenge mixed with a science experiment, Luthor's specialty.
A knock from the door drew his attention and he frowned as Tala gracefully walked into the room, her dress a little lower on her shoulders then Luthor remembered from before.
"What is it? Have you found him?" He snapped, a bit irked that she had walked in on his contemplating.
"Nothing so far, darling. But, ve vill find something." She said smoothly, as if that would ease him.
Luthor only stood up, folding his arms behind his back. "Then get back out there and don't come to see me until you have him with you! Understood?"
He snarled, his eyes looking over at the picture of the Flash he had on the corner of his desk.
"…perhaps if we showed the picture to some of the others…?" Tala asked.
"No. I already told you I want him for myself. Now why are you still here?"
Tala's eyes saddened for a moment but she recovered and nodded, "Alright, I'll be back then." She headed back for the door, in a way wishing that Luthor had never been switched back.
"Another coffee?" The waitress smiled, giving Wally a little wink as she refilled his cup for the eleventh time, not bothered by it at all like most of the others who served them were.
"Thanks, babe." Wally grinned at her before looking over at John who cleared his throat and pushed his long since empty cup towards the waitress.
"Oh! I'm sorry, sir." She hastily attempted to save her tip by refilling his cup and rushing off to go and check on their order.
"Heeey, don't give me that look. It's not my fault I'm a prime piece of meat."
"Well, is that why the stud over at the counter is looking at you too?"
Wally hesitated but looked over to his right shoulder at the counter to see a young man, a little older then him, sending him some very suggestive looks.
"…shut up."
The two left the diner an hour later, walking back towards Wally's apartment complex, feeling full.
"I'm tellin' ya John, tonight is going to rock!" Wally did a little air guitar to prove his point.
"Which reminds me…where can I buy ear plugs again?"
Wally gave him a grin, "Aw, come one old man, it won't be that loud." He nudged his friend a bit. John shifted out of the way of Wally's elbow, turning slightly to keep up his guard. As he turned he noticed someone walking behind them, the man from the diner.
"Wally."
The red head stopped playing his guitar long enough to look back where John was staring.
"You think he's following us?" Wally looked around, there really was nothing coming up ahead except for the apartments and he knew that the guy didn't live there.
John clenched his hand together and Wally saw that protective glint that seemed to be in most of his friend's eyes nowadays. He knew that they were only watching out for him but come on, he was the Flash. He could handle a sleaze ball.
"Leave him alone John, not like he can follow us all day." Wally continued walking, clearly not being as worried as the Green Lantern was. "C'mon, we gotta drive for the concert anyway." They had decided against getting there the faster way. Well, Wally had insisted that the ride was character building for the concert and proved who the true fans were. John just though it was another reason to try and sneak in a last minute attempt to have John learn some of the lyrics before he had the chance to embarrass Wally.
The man, as if sensing their talk about him, took off quickly, ducking into the alley without a sound.
John watched him for a moment before he caught up to Wally, who was already humming the tune of his favorite song.
John pulled up to the parking attendant's booth and looked over at Wally who had handed him a ten dollar bill to cover the parking fee.
"So, you think you're ready now?" He asked his friend with a lopsided grin.
John smirked, as if hearing a DVC C.D. on repeat for the last hour wasn't enough; Wally had even gone so far as to quiz John on the band's history.
John parked his truck and waited for Wally to get out before he locked the doors. There were already hundreds of screaming fans lined up outside the building all waiting to get in. John followed Wally as he lead them to the end of the line, striking up a conversation when the people ahead of them.
"I definitely think that their first C.D. wasn't as good as the stuff they're puttin' out now…" Wally was saying.
John was looking around the area with narrowed eyes, however. He couldn't shake the feeling he had been having since encountering that man at the diner. It was almost like they were being watched. Wally put a hand on his shoulder as the guards opened up the doors and were now letting people in.
"Relax a little, man." Wally told him, but John noticed his eyes doing the same sweep he had just done. "Let's get our seats."
John knew that Wally had a fondness for the pits down below but he was relived when the younger man had told him that they had, well, actual seats.
The concert hall was becoming deafening and the band hadn't even started to play.
"Yo, John. Save my seat. I gotta hit the…john." He laughed at his own joke before sliding past a few people and disappearing into the moving crowd.
John settled back, putting his feet up and his hands behind his head.
Wally found that the hall leading to the bathrooms was surprisingly quiet. He looked like he was the only one who had to make a last minute trip, so he decided to pick up the pace a bit. Wally frowned as he exited out of his stall and saw and heard nothing still. This wasn't normal. They should have been someone…hell, anyone around. He walked over to the sink and turned on the water, letting the liquid splash a little when he felt something jammed against his neck.
"Don't move."
Wally looked up into the mirror slowly but found his attacker was standing directly behind him. Wally put his arms up shortly after.
"Alright, easy buddy. Let's not do somethin' we might regret later…" Wally felt what was pressed into his neck, shift, now being able to tell it was a gun.
"Wallace West?" The man asked and Wally found himself at a lost for words. This guy wasn't a random mugger, not if he knew his name. But what could he want? As Wally he was a simple college aged kid who worked with the local police force. He didn't have any enemies as Wally. No one wanted him dead as Wally. Or at least, that's what he was used to thinking.
"…who?" When in doubt, deny your way out. The gun was pulled back and Wally turned slowly to see the man from the diner staring coldly at him.
"Holy shit man. This is a little far for—" A loud crash from outside the bathroom made him stop but it also made the man turn to look as well. Wally reached up to his ear and pulled out his JL earpiece, pressing it on, before punching the man in the face. To his shock the man didn't even flinch. He turned slowly, with the same stare before Wally saw stars as the man's fist crack him under the jaw. Wally flew into the bathroom wall, hitting it hard enough to crack the tile. He slid down the wall, a trickle of blood seeping from his temple with a groan. He was holding his communicator tightly but as he felt the man pick him up, he let it drop, the device landing amongst the chipped tiles. This man was after Wally West. Wally knew he couldn't let him connect him to the Flash.
"Call Luthor and tell him we got the boy." The stalker ordered to the source of the crash from outside.
Wally's head, foggy as it was, heard enough. Luthor? Why the hell would Luthor want him? Maybe it was a different Luthor? Right, here's to hoping.
Wally was attempting to clear his head that he hadn't even realized that the man was talking to another and that they were leaving the building.
Wally had begun struggling once again when a fabric was placed against his mouth and nose. He knew instantly what it was but found he was unable to stop breathing in time. His mind went black and he sagged against the man who was carrying him, now out cold.
A van pulled up quickly and Wally was tossed into it with no real care. They were out of the parking lot before DVC finished their first song.
Damn.
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