A/N: Well, PRESS came out longer than I'd planned on it being, and so did
this one. More John in this one, since he only appeared in Shay's thoughts
last time. Also, I found out that I wasn't accepting anonymous reviews, and
have since fixed this problem. Are there any Shay/Flash supporters out
there anywhere, or am I the only one? Why do I always like the non-cannon
relationships?
Part: 2/10
#2: PANIC
" Damnit, they've been gone to long and you know it!"
All the members of the Justice League had gotten angry at some point or another. They all responded to their anger in very different ways. Batman had added mental notes to each of his comrade's profiles on exactly what to expect when each got angry.
With Superman it was a quiet tightness, that when further enflamed became a quick outburst of pure fury quickly apologized for.
Wonder Woman funneled all of her energy into the destruction of whatever was standing in her way. This often led to tears and sputtered apologies that sometimes went on for hours on end. Batman had long ago decided that he didn't want to be 'gifted' with superstrength, which seemed to have more drawbacks than advantages.
J'onn, who was very good at leaving the impression that he didn't get angry, well, he pretty much didn't. Slightly annoyed, maybe. J'onn would have been a welcome cool head in the present situation.
Flash became even more hyper than usual, often unwilling or unable to sit still for more than a second. Currently he was running around on the ceiling, if the vague red blur was anything to go by.
Hawkgirl yelled, screamed, and threatened, but Hawkgirl wasn't here right now and that was the problem.
John was very often the worst as far as anger control went. He was currently more enraged than Bruce had seen him in a long time. The large man was pacing, fists clenched at his sides, green-fire streaming from his eyes.
" John, listen-" Superman took a step towards the man, only to have the former Marine whirl on him.
" You listen, you asshole! What were you thinking sending two of us against Ivy, the Joker, Harlequin, and Salamander? What did J'onn and Hawkgirl do to you, you son of a bitch!" Superman was a larger man than John by far, but the Green Lantern seemed taller suddenly.
" We don't know that anything has went wrong yet," Superman replied after a moment, turning away from John only to find Flash standing in front of him, hands planted on his hips.
" Oh yeaaaa, nothingswrongatall, J'onndoesn'treportinforhoursafterhe'ssuposedtoallthetime!" Batman made a note of Flash's speech running together when angry, and filed it away for later consideration.
" Flash, you need to take a deep breath-"
" Ohshutup, WW, weallknowyou'dexpectusalltoactthesamewayifsomethinghappenedtoyou." Wonder Woman opened her mouth; shut it, as color turned her pale cheeks crimson. She hadn't been able to tell exactly what Flash had said, but she'd caught the underlying implication, and his tone was sharp and bitter.
" Where did you send them, how long have they been m.i.a. while you neglected to tell anyone?" John's voice had gone very soft, and Superman turned to find that man's arms crossed tightly across his chest. Batman picked up on the soft-tone and warning lights immediately went off in his head. Uh-oh.
" I'll check the mission log," Superman said after a moment, pushing past John to get to the computer terminal.
" Flash, you check the log," before the words were out of Batman's mouth the red-clad man was in front of the terminal, fingers flying across the keys. Superman turned to look at him, an angry frown on his lips. He could moan about the undermining of his leadership later, if something wasn't done soon John was going to explode, and Flash seemed likely to be planning to go with him.
A second later Flash straightened, turned to look at Superman with a shocked expression on his face. For a moment his mouth worked up and down but there was no sound. " You didn't. You wouldn't."
" Where are they, Flash, where is she?" John was pushing past Flash to look at the screen for himself. When he saw the results he did more than just stare. " You bastard," there was no inflection in his voice, and Batman felt a chill ascend his spine. Uh-oh.
Fortunately any violence was averted when J'onn suddenly came shooting up threw the floor. His uniform was torn, and he wavered in midair before plummeting. Batman caught him; found the Martian covered with wounds. " What happened?"
" Too strong.had to get help.Hawkgirl made me go.she couldn't.go threw.she.they." J'onn's eyes slipped closed, only to burst open again. " Boxes, boxes! Water.I could smell.the fear." J'onn groaned once, and when his eyes slipped closed they didn't open again.
" Wake up! C'mon J'onn, wakeupwakeupwakeup!" Flash lightly slapped the green skinned man, and having no luck ran a lap around the ceiling before stopping, pulling with frustration at his head. " John, where are you going?"
The dark-skinned man paused, already enveloped by a green bubble. " I'm going to go find Shay," he paused, " Aren't you coming?" John allowed the bubble to fall, and Flash sped to his side. Batman deposited J'onn in Superman's arms, walked to stand beside John.
" We should wait for him to wake up," Wonder Woman said after a moment, shifting uncomfortably.
The green bubble reformed around the three men, and as they began to leave the satellite Flash called angrily, " You do that, call us when he wakes up and tells you where they're torturing Shay! We'll be finding her!"
*
Arkham was quiet, most of the prisoners were docile or the soundproof walls were actually working for a change. Glass was broken; though John couldn't understand where it had came from. Batman and Flash had each went a different direction, exploring the huge compound to the best of their considerable abilities.
What if they'd left? They could be miles away; there was every chance that Hawkgirl was beyond their reach. Every chance that she was suffering, and they wouldn't find her, couldn't find her. He gritted his teeth, pushed the thoughts from his mind. That way laid madness.
He wanted to call for her, but it would do far more damage than it would do good. She could be anywhere, he growled in frustration, and laughter broke his concentration.
The giggles were directly ahead of him, and he found his breath caught up in his throat as he approached. Harlequin was standing outside a closed door, talking amiably with herself. He backtracked, and paged Batman and Flash. In an afterthought he alerted Superman and Wonder Woman, his anger towards them still in the forefront of his mind.
Shay might not even be in the room, but someone that was going to give him answers sure as hell was.
Shay.
Goddamnit.
Part: 2/10
#2: PANIC
" Damnit, they've been gone to long and you know it!"
All the members of the Justice League had gotten angry at some point or another. They all responded to their anger in very different ways. Batman had added mental notes to each of his comrade's profiles on exactly what to expect when each got angry.
With Superman it was a quiet tightness, that when further enflamed became a quick outburst of pure fury quickly apologized for.
Wonder Woman funneled all of her energy into the destruction of whatever was standing in her way. This often led to tears and sputtered apologies that sometimes went on for hours on end. Batman had long ago decided that he didn't want to be 'gifted' with superstrength, which seemed to have more drawbacks than advantages.
J'onn, who was very good at leaving the impression that he didn't get angry, well, he pretty much didn't. Slightly annoyed, maybe. J'onn would have been a welcome cool head in the present situation.
Flash became even more hyper than usual, often unwilling or unable to sit still for more than a second. Currently he was running around on the ceiling, if the vague red blur was anything to go by.
Hawkgirl yelled, screamed, and threatened, but Hawkgirl wasn't here right now and that was the problem.
John was very often the worst as far as anger control went. He was currently more enraged than Bruce had seen him in a long time. The large man was pacing, fists clenched at his sides, green-fire streaming from his eyes.
" John, listen-" Superman took a step towards the man, only to have the former Marine whirl on him.
" You listen, you asshole! What were you thinking sending two of us against Ivy, the Joker, Harlequin, and Salamander? What did J'onn and Hawkgirl do to you, you son of a bitch!" Superman was a larger man than John by far, but the Green Lantern seemed taller suddenly.
" We don't know that anything has went wrong yet," Superman replied after a moment, turning away from John only to find Flash standing in front of him, hands planted on his hips.
" Oh yeaaaa, nothingswrongatall, J'onndoesn'treportinforhoursafterhe'ssuposedtoallthetime!" Batman made a note of Flash's speech running together when angry, and filed it away for later consideration.
" Flash, you need to take a deep breath-"
" Ohshutup, WW, weallknowyou'dexpectusalltoactthesamewayifsomethinghappenedtoyou." Wonder Woman opened her mouth; shut it, as color turned her pale cheeks crimson. She hadn't been able to tell exactly what Flash had said, but she'd caught the underlying implication, and his tone was sharp and bitter.
" Where did you send them, how long have they been m.i.a. while you neglected to tell anyone?" John's voice had gone very soft, and Superman turned to find that man's arms crossed tightly across his chest. Batman picked up on the soft-tone and warning lights immediately went off in his head. Uh-oh.
" I'll check the mission log," Superman said after a moment, pushing past John to get to the computer terminal.
" Flash, you check the log," before the words were out of Batman's mouth the red-clad man was in front of the terminal, fingers flying across the keys. Superman turned to look at him, an angry frown on his lips. He could moan about the undermining of his leadership later, if something wasn't done soon John was going to explode, and Flash seemed likely to be planning to go with him.
A second later Flash straightened, turned to look at Superman with a shocked expression on his face. For a moment his mouth worked up and down but there was no sound. " You didn't. You wouldn't."
" Where are they, Flash, where is she?" John was pushing past Flash to look at the screen for himself. When he saw the results he did more than just stare. " You bastard," there was no inflection in his voice, and Batman felt a chill ascend his spine. Uh-oh.
Fortunately any violence was averted when J'onn suddenly came shooting up threw the floor. His uniform was torn, and he wavered in midair before plummeting. Batman caught him; found the Martian covered with wounds. " What happened?"
" Too strong.had to get help.Hawkgirl made me go.she couldn't.go threw.she.they." J'onn's eyes slipped closed, only to burst open again. " Boxes, boxes! Water.I could smell.the fear." J'onn groaned once, and when his eyes slipped closed they didn't open again.
" Wake up! C'mon J'onn, wakeupwakeupwakeup!" Flash lightly slapped the green skinned man, and having no luck ran a lap around the ceiling before stopping, pulling with frustration at his head. " John, where are you going?"
The dark-skinned man paused, already enveloped by a green bubble. " I'm going to go find Shay," he paused, " Aren't you coming?" John allowed the bubble to fall, and Flash sped to his side. Batman deposited J'onn in Superman's arms, walked to stand beside John.
" We should wait for him to wake up," Wonder Woman said after a moment, shifting uncomfortably.
The green bubble reformed around the three men, and as they began to leave the satellite Flash called angrily, " You do that, call us when he wakes up and tells you where they're torturing Shay! We'll be finding her!"
*
Arkham was quiet, most of the prisoners were docile or the soundproof walls were actually working for a change. Glass was broken; though John couldn't understand where it had came from. Batman and Flash had each went a different direction, exploring the huge compound to the best of their considerable abilities.
What if they'd left? They could be miles away; there was every chance that Hawkgirl was beyond their reach. Every chance that she was suffering, and they wouldn't find her, couldn't find her. He gritted his teeth, pushed the thoughts from his mind. That way laid madness.
He wanted to call for her, but it would do far more damage than it would do good. She could be anywhere, he growled in frustration, and laughter broke his concentration.
The giggles were directly ahead of him, and he found his breath caught up in his throat as he approached. Harlequin was standing outside a closed door, talking amiably with herself. He backtracked, and paged Batman and Flash. In an afterthought he alerted Superman and Wonder Woman, his anger towards them still in the forefront of his mind.
Shay might not even be in the room, but someone that was going to give him answers sure as hell was.
Shay.
Goddamnit.
