DON'T OWN JL.
Flash woke up after the sixth time the truck had stopped. His eyes glazed over in weariness and fatigue. John gave him a look and pushed six power bars over to him with his feet,
"You must be hungry." He stated as Flash used his free hands to push himself up, sliding Batman's cloak off. He shivered,
"Man, it's cold." He muttered, picking up a bar and unwrapping it. He took a large bite and stared at the other two, "Did you guys eat? Want some?"
"We already had ours." Batman turned his back to Flash,
"Wally? Can you undo these cuffs?" Flash stuck the bar into his mouth to free his hands and began fidgeting with the cuffs,
"The's m'tuff…cann no…Gof it!" He announced with his mouth full. Batman rubbed his wrists to get the feeling back in them and moved to help Lantern. He undid the cuffs with much more speed then Flash had and went to look at the bonds on Wally's feet. He worked at them for a moment before sitting back,
"It's Thanagarian technology." Both Lantern and Flash's faces froze.
"Ya gotta be kiddin' me!" Flash looked at his feet, "Bastard must've stolen that too." He muttered darkly,
"What?" Flash looked up and plastered a smile on his face,
"Nothing. I was just thinking…" He picked up another bar, " You'd think they would spring for McDonald's or something." The truck screeched to a violent halt, sending Flash into the closest wall,
"Ow." Batman eased back and Lantern moved near the door. They waited for a moment, growing anxious, as a hissing noise grew louder.
"Gas." Lantern's head snapped up as the purple cloud came lower. Batman threw his cowl around his mouth and curled in a ball. Flash covered his mouth next to Lantern. The gas began to envelope them and with his faster heartbeat, Flash was forced to take a breath. He coughed and fell forward, moments later, John dropped next to him. The doors opened and three captors wearing gas masks came into the truck.
"…Same cell?" Batman felt his eyes drooping,
"Yeah. Careful with that one. West wants him for something." The first guy carried Lantern out of the truck,
"West? You mean his dad? Ohh…man." The head guy stared at him,
"What?" He asked, throwing Flash over his shoulder with a grunt,
"Ya gotta feel sorry for the kid……can't believe West is going to do that to his own son."
"Whatever. Get the Bat."
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Shayera followed Superman down the hallway. Her green eyes looking past the open door to Wally's room. She looked at Clark in anger when she saw that someone had gone through it,
"What's going on?" She asked, moving away from Clark and into Wally's room. Band posters lined up one wall with a small, fully stocked fridge in the corner. His bed was unmade and it had a pile of soft green quilts on it. At least three photo albums were open on his bed. Random items that any young guy would have were stacked onto his shelves; cds, DVDs, old games, and other pieces were everywhere.
"Batman thinks that Flash's dad is involved, we needed a picture of him." Shayera's eyes went wide at the thought of her friend's privacy being invaded,
"What makes you think he would even have one?" She asked, her wings bristling.
"He doesn't?"
"No. He hates his dad—" She stopped with a gasp. She had promised not to tell anyone, especially since it was her fault that Flash had even gotten drunk,
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FLASHBACK-Flash walked into the room with a sandwich in one hand and a can of soda in the other. He walked around and found Hawkgirl sitting on the couch with a large bottle in her hand. She looked upset over something and was taking deep swings from the bottle. He placed his sandwich down, not wanting to get it knocked over by a pissed Hawkgirl,
"Hey, Hawkgirl…what's up?" She growled at him and looked back at the screen that she was watching. He moved around and sat next to her on the couch,
"What's that?" He asked, pointing at the bottle with the strange writing on it,
"Thanagarin beer." She told him. Flash raised an eyebrow,
"I thought Supes banned alcohol from the Tower?" He muttered with a grin,
"He did. This stuff leaves your system so fast you never really get drunk…it just taste good…besides he banned all forms of alcohol from Earth. This is my last bottle that I have." Flash glanced at the bottle, not even thinking about how she had it,
"Want some?" She asked after watching him stare for a few moments. They were alone on the Tower, both stuck with Easter monitoring duty. Flash grinned and zipped away for a moment, returning with two glasses.
Hawkgirl poured the brown liquid into both glasses and set the bottle down on a near by table,
"Cheers." He nodded to her and took a sip. His vision doubled and he felt the room spin. Hawkgirl stared at him,
"You okay?" He nodded and finished his glass,
"S'good…mmm" He muttered, his words slurring together. Hawkgirl set down her glass in worry.
Was the normally light drink affecting Flash differently?
Flash giggled and rolled onto his back,
"Flash get up."
"You're not my mom!"
"Yeah, well…thank god for that!" Flash smiled at her,
"My mom was pruddy."
"Pruddy? What the hell is that?"
"She's dead." Hawkgirl yanked the bottle out of his reach,
"C'mon Flash,"
"Hehehehe…daddy killed her…" Hawkgirl froze and reached over to pull Flash up, his eyes were glazed and he was mumbling incoherently
. The alien alcohol was strong and it was going through Flash's system at a scary rate. She knew she would be in trouble for giving the younger man beer, she didn't even know if he was underage,
"Daddy?" She asked to keep him from passing out,
"Yes! Dad hated…'er…hated me…hit a lot." He slurred. Hawkgirl pulled him up and leaned him on her shoulder,
"Let's get you to bed, before John comes up and kills me." Flash giggled again,
"John likes 'ou…" Hawkgirl felt a blush creep up on her cheeks,
"What was your mother's name?" She asked, hitting the button for the elevator,
"Mary…but she dead. When I was lil' dad kill'd 'er."
"Your father?" She asked in horror. Flash nodded, his head flopping around limply,
"Yup. Was gonna kill me! Bet you!" He laughed once more, "Used ta hit mommy…sometimes me, but Barry came."
He leaned more onto Hawkgirl,
"I hate him! Hope he dies." Hawkgirl stared at the normally kind hearted Flash. Did he really want his own father dead?
She pulled him down the hallway and stopped in front of his room, she hit the open button and found it was locked,
"Flash what's your code?"
"Hehe…it's a secret." Hawkgirl groaned and shook him lightly,
"Please tell me." Flash's eyes drooped and he went limp, "No. No. No. NO. Flash stay awake, please?"
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"You gave him beer?" Superman asked in a startled voice, "That's why he was so…blah the next day."
"Blah? Is that a technical term?"
"Forget it. We need to find them soon. If what Flash told you is true…you know…"
"His dad might kill him."
"Yeah, let's go."
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John opened his eyes with a groan, he moved his hand to rub his temple but found it wouldn't move. He glanced around and saw that he, Batman and Flash were spread eagle on three separate walls, with Flash's legs connected to the floor via the bounds he had on earlier. Batman was awake and Flash was coming around too,
"Well, this sucks." He muttered, pulling on the chains with little passion, he was still too hungry to try anything. The door opened and three guys came in, one of them with a stun gun and a long scar across his face,
"Good you're all up." He snapped his fingers, "Now we can begin."
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DEPENDING ON WHAT KINDA MOOD IM IN…THERE MIGHT BE LITTLE TO NO TORTURE
UNLESS IM IN A DARK MOOD…MUHAHAHA