YOU SHOULD TRY OUT
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing especially Aquaman and The Flash's adorable goofball self. It all belongs to DC.
The Flash was fresh off defeating Captain Cold for the fourth time this week. Now, he sat in a booth of a local burger joint making steady headway of his 15 burgers, eight hot dogs, 12 orders of curly fries, and 15 sodas. Behind him the diners, accustomed to his cavernous appetite, talked about the upcoming Olympics and if any of the local swimmers would qualify to compete.
He thought for a moment. The Atlanteans would friggin' smash it in water sports. He lifted his phone from the booth seat after cleaning his hands and found Aquaman's number. He almost hesitated remembering their last conversation. He'd just make sure not to say anything to anger the ocean king. 'You should send some Atlanteans to compete in the Olympics. You'd kill in the water sports.' He sent the message, wondering if the Olympic board people would allow them to enter or decide they had too big of an advantage. They'd rake in the ratings and the cash if they agreed.
His phone whistled. He picked it up after washing a mouthful of burger down with cherry soda. He read the message. 'I've heard of these Olympics. Where do they take place?'
He hummed in pleasant surprise. He didn't think Aquaman would even take it seriously. 'It always changes.' He pressed send and returned to his 10th burger, cheeks bulged to chipmunk capacity.
His phone whistled and he lifted it, cursing when he smeared mustard on its screen and protective case. He put the burger down and cleaned it then his hands. He picked it up again to read the message. 'A wise decision land dwellers, keep the target moving to prevent Atlantis from conquering the competition.'
He rolled his eyes almost giggling at the man's brash confidence. 'It's not like that, it moves for fun. Last time it was in Rio.' He pressed send. He would regret that message for weeks afterwards.
The reply came swiftly, and it was not good. If not for his reflexes he would have choked to death. Instead, the ball of masticated food went down hard. He hit his chest with a fist and once sorted he reread the message.
'The water in Rio is pure poison! You're trying to weaken us by murdering our strongest Atlanteans!'
His eyes widened comically. Oh god no. He had to fix this quick. He scrambled to placate the affronted king. 'No. No, I said it was in Rio last time.' He sent the message, face a picture of anxiety. His phone whistled not even a second later.
'This is an act of war! And you will pay for it dearly!'
Oh no. Nonono. He bit his bottom lip. Well this escalated quickly. Even for him. He exited his text messages and clicked on his contact list. He scrolled through it until he found Batman's number. Maybe he could help him fix this disaster before there was an incident. He pressed the button to call him speaking when the man answered. "Hey, Bats..."
END
Poor Flash.