He looked pleadingly at the other members of the Justice League, but they were pretending to be too engrossed in the altercation on the planet, wanting to keep their distance because, hey, dead people are icky. Batman leaned down to whisper in Flash's ear what would happen if he didn't start moving soon.
Wonder Woman looked at Superman. "What's he saying?"
Superman blushed.
"Shh," Flash whispered. "There's no need for that, Bats. I'm just gonna lie here for a while. In fact, get away from me."
Batman shrugged and sauntered over to the rest of the group.
"What's the haps, my brother?" he asked Superman.
Superman looked at Batman like he had a foot growing out of his face. "What did you say to me?"
"I'm trying something new."
"Well, stop it. Are you trying to make weirding out the Man of Steel your new super power since you don't have any of your own?"
"What's the problem down there?" Batman changed the subject.
"Some thug who got his hands on a pulse weapon and is wreaking havoc downtown."
"It has been evacuated, right?"
Superman nodded.
"Very suspicious if you ask me," J'onn volunteered.
"I agree," Batman said, eyeing the footage of the troublemaker. "The weapon is too high-end for him to have just gotten his hands on it. It was clearly given to him. This has-"
"-got Luthor written all over it," Superman finished.
"Here we go," Batman said, putting his hands up in defeat.
While Superman ranted about Luthor, Flash had stood up and was leaning against the wall. Some of his limbs were still twitching on his left side, more from the fatigue of being over used than anything else. He let his legs relax and he slid down the wall until he was only sitting up because of the help from behind. Flash's eyes were closed while he waited for the exhaustion to ease off. He was joined by Green Lantern who didn't want to hear the Lex Luthor speech again anymore than Batman.
"Hey, Buddy; how's it going?"
He was greeted by one barely-opened eye and Flash's crooked grin.
"I knew I had an electric personality, but jeez."
Green Lantern put a firm hand on his friend's knee and gave it a shake.
"That doesn't help." Flash opened his eyes and watched Superman until he was finished talking. "So when are we going down there?"
Superman raised his eyebrows. "You aren't going anywhere except to the infirmary. This guy can be taken care of by-"
"Holy hell!" Wonder Woman cried. Hawkgirl looked at her incredulously.
"Nixin' Nyx!" Hawkgirl said, stressing every syllable to correct Wonder Woman's exclamatory phrases.
"That's not just a thug," Batman informed. Lantern helped Flash stand so they could all see the monitor. The thug was shooting a dusty-orange substance from the ends of his arms. One ball of the stuff hit the news camera that was shooting the story.
"That's Clayface."
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NOTE: Sorry for the tiny, somewhat frivolous chapter. You see, yesterday night at about 6:00, my sister (who is my lab partner in chemistry) passed me a note that said, We have two labs due tomorrow. I passed one back to her that read, I need new underwear.
TOMBOY13: Competition? Doubt it. I love your stories (especially the ones I've read), not to mention the commentaries at the bottom. Besides, this'll probably be the only JL fic I do considering I'm writing something else from which I took a short hiatus. I mean, I can usually bang out 125 pages or so in three weeks, but I've been writing this other one for three YEARS. It's had long enough to sit around and develop that it has become five stories, and I'm afraid I've grown so attached to all the characters that if I do ever finish it, I'll just die.
ASHLEE, "Mighty Aphrodite" is one of my favs, too. I crack myself up something awful.
Oh, DACKER SPANIEL, you have no idea how doomed.
DARKKNIGHT92, don't worry about Flash/WW. Yelch. She's just upset because she's such an impossible gossip.
Uh oh, GHOST-GIRL-13, watch for changing writing styles. I'm real bad about that. I'm trying to keep it light and funny, but if I've had a bad day, I tend to take it out hard on whomever I can. Luckily, I don't write chronologically, so it's pretty consistent the whole way through. I wrote the beginning and the end in one day. It's that bothersome middle part that's the problem.