DON'T OWN JL. NOT SURE WHO DOES EXACTLY BUT IT AIN'T ME. IF I DID FLASH WOULD HAVE AN ACTUAL ROLE IN JLU!
Myusa sat in her newly chosen cave and sighed, she had saved Flash's life but now she had Piltya to deal with. She raised on hand and extended her forefinger, allowing a small blue bird to sit on it,
" What?" The bird turned and repeated its message, which to any normal person would have sounded like chirping,
" Piltya has betrayed Lord Clerig. He is the Talksh spy." She responded with her own variety of chirps,
" What about Flash? Is he okay?"
" I do not know. But the one who resembles a bat was with him when I came back." She smiled at him,
" Go back and check up on Flash for me, okay?"
" Shall I check on the other one as well?"
" If it's not a bother." The bird seemed to give her a cheeky wink,
" 'Course not Myusa."
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Flash ducked under the punch and brought his fist at a fast pace into Isasa's kidney. The older man grunted and closed his hands in a double fist over his head. With a snarl he slammed the joined weapon down onto Flash's back. The Speedster cried out and crashed onto the floor, his eyes rolling back into his head,
" Enough, Isasa." Piltya held up his hand and smirked, " Ready to talk, child?" Flash groaned and curled into a ball. Batman eyed his utility belt that was hanging on a hook a good five feet away from him, if he could just get it back. For now he needed to focus on keeping both of them alive. Piltya had used the whip a fair few times and both he and Flash would be sore in the morning. When Wally could still not explain why Myusa saved him, Isasa had moved forward to beat the answers out of him, what he didn't expect was that Flash would fight back. The younger man had even gotten a few descent hits in,
" Killing him won't get you your answers." He told Piltya in a hushed tone, when the man had walked back over to him,
" I could kill you."
" Could you? Look at Isasa," He motioned to the two younger men who had begun fighting again, " He's young, eager, ambitious. What's stopping him from killing Myusa and you? Then, he could easily take the credit for himself." Piltya pretended not to hear Batman; instead he focused on the two combatants, but Batman would not be put off,
" Look at him. He's strong, a well-trained fighter, and he's already a high ranking leader in the Talksh army." Piltya's eye twitched and he stepped in between Isasa and Flash, who looked grateful for the rest,
" What do you think you're doing Isasa?" Isasa wiped some sweat away in anger,
" Trying to find out how to summon Myusa, sir."
" Oh, so you can report it in before me and take all my credit?" Isasa stepped back,
" What? No, where would you get that idea?"
" Don't lie to me!"
" I'm not lying! What are you? Crazy?" It was plain to see that Isasa knew he had said the wrong thing; he held up his hands and began stammering,
" P-il-tya, I did not, I mean, that is—" He never finished his last sentence; Piltya had grabbed his blaster from the holster and sent the beam into Isasa's stomach. Piltya stood over the dead body as Flash looked on in horror,
" Flash!" Batman whispered as loud as he could without jolting Piltya out of the shock he was now in. Flash looked towards Batman, who used his head to point out his belt. Quietly Wally rose to his feet, his ankle shaking under the weight and began moving towards the belt. Inch by inch, Flash realized that his breathing was growing louder. He grabbed the belt as Piltya snapped out of his revere and turned to face him. Without any warning Piltya charged and Flash chucked the belt at Batman, which landed by his knees. Piltya ran at Flash, who caught the man's wrist and pulled him down with him. Flash rolled on his back and used his good leg to push Piltya up and away from him. The older man sailed into the stone wall and Flash quickly got to his feet, preparing for the next attack.
Piltya's eyes were glazed over in anger and he brought the blaster back up, sending several shots at Flash while advancing towards him,
" Anytime Bats." Flash muttered as the enraged lunatic threw the now empty blaster at him. With the whip on the other side of the room, Piltya began using hand-to-hand combat, and Flash was forced back by the fury and speed of the man,
" I will find Myusa, with or without you!" He snarled, spit flying out of his mouth. Flash took another step back and tripped over Isasa's body. He fell back with a yelp and gazed up, there was no way he could block the attacks now.
Piltya stood over him, panting, his eyes gleaming, and his face covered with the craziest smirk he had ever seen,
" You should have told me when you had the chance, boy!" He pulled back his fist and stopped. His eyes widened and he fell limp onto the ground, Batman standing behind him with a batarang. He held out a hand and helped Flash to the chair so he could wrap his ankle.
" You sure took your time."
" Your welcome." He grabbed some wraps from one of the compartments in his belt and bent down to look at the ankle,
" You shouldn't have used your ankle so much."
" Why didn't you tell me that sooner? I could've explained the situation to Piltya and this all could've been settled with arm wrestling." Wally snapped back sarcastically, Batman didn't reply instead he stood up and grabbed a communicator from his belt,
" Superman?"
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Flash leaned lightly against Batman as they walked through the growingly dense forest. It had taken almost an hour to find a way out of the dungeon, now they were lost in the forest and they had no idea where to tell Superman and the others to look.
" What if we're still in Talksh territory?" Flash pushed off Batman and went to lean on a large pine tree,
" I mean it Bruce, they have little camps everywhere. For all we know we could be heading right for one!"
" Then what do you suggest we do?"
" Dunno. You got any flares?"
" Two. But they're not the ones you can shoot up in the air."
" We can contact Supes, tell him to look for the flare and toss it into the air." Batman stared at Flash,
" How do you suggest we get it that high, without alerting the Talksh troops?"
" At least I'm tryin'! Instead of going around—"
" AHEM!" The two glanced up into the trees and found a young woman sitting in them. She had long black hair and her wings were pure white, like an angel's, she was wearing body armor that covered her upper body like a tank top. The armor was blood red and so was the short leather skirt, which had black strips running down the side. She had knee high boots on and attached to a strap was a metal rod. Her mask had to be the most distinguishing feature; it covered her face completely, leaving the only opening for her hair. It looked like Morgan Le Faye's mask, with the red lips already molded on and the eyes were dark and shiny. The back of the mask was in layers, giving the back of her head a spiky sort of look. On her shoulder rested a little blue bird, who was chirping non stop,
" What are you doing in my woods?" She asked her voice sounding like a bird's song,
" Myusa?" The woman turned her gaze onto Flash and she jumped down from the branch and landed next to Batman,
" Yes. I thought I left you in the care of the Green Lantern of Earth." For some reason Flash was getting the distinct impression that he should not flirt with this woman, the same kind of feeling he got after working with Hawkgirl for so long,
" You did, but Piltya went nuts and well," He pointed to the bruises and red whip marks on both Batman and himself,
" Here we are……can you take us back to Clerig's castle?" Batman was analyzing Myusa, after working with him for years, Flash could easily see that, but for some reason so did Myusa,
" I'd kindly ask you to stop staring, Bat." She snapped, realizing that she couldn't afford Batman to figure it all out now,
" I'll go and lead your friends to you. You just stay off your ankle and relax." She flew off.
" Can we trust her?"
" She saved my life before."
" Luthor saved our lives before too."
" Luthor doesn't count." Flash sat down on the ground and stretched out his legs, and tenderly checked his burns and whip marks,
" God, these sting." He had barely finished the sentence before Batman placed a hand on his forehead. He could feel the heat through his glove,
" You have a fever."
" What? I do not." Flash spluttered, he didn't even know why he was denying it. Batman reached into his belt and took out three pills, handing two to Flash and swallowing the rest himself,
" That dungeon was damp and infested, and with our open wounds there's a good chance we'll both get worse if we don't contain this now." He explained after Flash had swallowed his pills.
" Yippee." The little blue bird flew down and landed next to Batman, his features were strangely human. Flash laughed,
" Looks like you got yourself a new friend, Bats." The bird was chirping wildly, in what seemed to be laughter, Flash moved down further on the tree and closed his eyes,
" Wanna take first watch?" He asked, already half asleep. He heard Batman going through his belt again and felt a emergency blanket being tossed over him.
" That belt has 'rything." As sleep over came him, he realized Batman had slipped him a sleep pill along with the medicine,
' Sly, old bastard.'