Bonus points for those who know where this is going. Still don't own.
"Welcome back viewers. Iris West-Allen here. I'm happy to say that later in the report we'll be joined by Catherine Cobert, who is the Justice League's public liaison. She's quite the lady. We'll be discussing her recent public statement about…"
A piece of paper was handed to her, interrupting her train of thought.
"Oh, this just in. An explosion recently occurred in a residential neighborhood in Central City. Joining us now is Ryan Johnson. Ryan? You with us?"
The screen switches to a man in his mid-twenties, a smile plastered on his face. "Hello Iris. I'm here at the end of the street. The police and fire department are not allowing anyone near the house in question. I was able to speak to a few neighbors that were home at the time. They said at about one o'clock they heard a loud explosion and smoke pouring through the windows of one of these houses."
The camera starts to zoom in down the street. Small amounts of smoke were seen, along with an ambulance and police cars.
"We do not know much concerning the cause or if any one was injured. I'll keep you updated as this story develops. Back to you, Iris."
Switching back to Iris, she sat biting back growing anger. "Thank you Ryan. We need to take a short break, but we'll be back momentarily with more news." Her producer was glaring at her, but he motioned for a cut. The bell rang signaling clear as he came storming up to her.
"Iris, you can't call a break after we just took one! What the heck are you doing?"
"Sir, I'm afraid that was my house that was on fire. I just need to make a quick phone call." He seemed stunned, but nodded. "I'll give you two minutes. Make it fast." She was already dialing. It rang three times before Barry picked up.
"Hey honey! I thought you were at work." She heard a multitude of voices in the background. "I was, until we had breaking news of some sort of explosion in a neighborhood. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you Hon?" She could picture his panic face right now.
"Nah, you know. Just me and the Wall-man spending some time together. We haven't done anything."
"Right, so that wasn't the house my coworker was filming."
He sighed. "Okay, well, we might have caused a small chemical explosion after accidently heating them. But we're okay if that makes you feel better?" She sighed and was at least grateful for their speed healing now. She heard him talking to someone else. "Is that Wally there?"
The phone sounded like it was being shoved back and forth. "Hey Aunt Iris." Wally came on. "Guess this time it was partially my fault."
"Uh huh." Her producer gave her a sign to hang up. "Listen, I got to go sweetie, but we'll talk later." She threatened and hung up.
"And we're back. Iris West-Allen here still, just saying my husband is an idiot. We turn to back to Ryan Johnson for more information on why."
Ah, Iris. I think the women in the heroes' lives deserve more credit. Review?
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