Here's one about the Flash for you, Incognegro. I'll take more requests but I can't promise anything.
Whoa, nearly forgot the disclaimer: Wally West the Flash does not belong to me.
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The Flash. The Fastest Man Alive.
The Scarlet Speedster.
Damn. Didn't Wally have more titles than that? He guessed it was a status thing. Damn exclusive trinity club. Better than having "kid" stuck as a prefix, though, and the title "fastest boy alive"
Wally had little patience for computers. He wasn't a scientist, like Barry, and the only time he really surfed the net was when he was stuck on monitor duty, like at the moment.
He'd try anything to distract himself; after all, a second to him could take hours. He'd flick through the pages of various gaming sites, internet shops anything to fill in the time of the monotonous duty and most of the time he was happy… until…
'Bzz---zzz---zzz---zzz---zzz---zzz' it sounded odd to him, his speed gift allowing him to hear it at a very low- almost thumping rate. It made it all the more annoying – he had listened to it for only six seconds maybe, but it felt like five hours to him.
For someone with as little patience as him, and finding it everywhere he clicked- he became a little angry. His reddening face very quickly reached a shade of scarlet darker than his costume.
He made his decision instantaneously and grabbed the computer and was gone leaving nothing more than papers flying in his wake.
Wally returned with a satisfied expression as he entered the now quiet room, maybe he could get a little shut-eye instead - or order some takeout… hmmm people delivered to the watchtower right…? Heh. He'd wonder what Batman would say if he asked him to get some pizza on his way over…
'Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…' So the mosquito continued happily buzzing somewhere near Timbuktu.
Too bad the locals didn't like it.
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I hope people enjoy this one, and please review...
Incognegro-I haven't given up on rooftop conversations; it's that I've been busy writing stuff that takes place indoors. This mini-series would be out of place on the rooftops, besides its technology that's the culprit here, not each other ;)
I'm working on literally about ten different things at the moment; I keep hopping from one to the other. Most short stories I write in less than an half an hour sometimes if I get an idea, then it's just left to fine tune it. So... if things are a little late I am working on them, just very slowly.