A/N: 2 days late, and that's only because I discovered GTA V and got completely addicted.
You might want to give more dammed requests, because I have no bloody idea what the hell is going on anymore.
Oh, and I was thinking of writing something for Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Thoughts?
Red Tornado's Journal: October 7th
Continued scrutiny of the Chalant situation has revealed that I have very little work to do, as both Kid Flash and Artemis have already noticed the evident "chemistry" between the two and are endeavouring to "hook them up" as the saying goes. So far, their tactics (most of which involve closets, chloroform and a crowbar, although not necessarily in that order) have failed miserably. I shall study this behaviour in order to hone my own approach to the conundrum.
Red Tornado's Journal: October 8th
After rigorous examination of "Spitfire's" failed ploys, I have devised an attack method: I will lure the respective parties to an ingeniously placed dinner table with the (willing or unwilling) assistance of Spitfire. I will then play violin music over the Cave speakers and flee the scene, allowing Spitfire to "face the music".
Ingenious. (That would be pride; another new emotion.)
Red Tornado's Journal: October 9th
Operation went swimmingly. Chalant enjoyed dinner, Spitfire lost a few teeth between them, and I escaped without being discovered as the mastermind.
We must be ready to move on phase two.
Red Tornado's Journal: October 10th
Decided to use a combination of the chloroform and crowbar methods. Chalant currently in a reinforced weapons closet in F corridor.
I am slightly afraid to activate auditory monitoring.
In any case, phase two is now complete.
Red Tornado's Journal: October 11th
Borrowed Batman's "big black jet with a bathroom in it" and flew the team to the United Kingdom to neutralise rogue superhumans designated "the Elite."
Sadly, the flight took four hours, and Robin had full control of all musical systems in the aircraft. No Doors for Red Tornado, it would seem.
Landed at Gatwick Airport and moved to assault the Elite's position.
They went down with suspiciously less of a fight than I had anticipated, but that may have been due to my use of the Flamenado procedure while aiming into the air, creating a vast maelstrom of fire which rained from the sky.
Apparently it was inordinately impressive, or "bloody brilliant, mate" as Robin put it in his abnormally good impersonation of a Cockney accent.
Red Tornado's Journal: October 12th
Team given a number of days off duty (they always do, after a mission), and so the Chalant plan is progressing excellently. Have now coerced Super-Martian into assisting with the plot.
Miss Martian's shapeshifting ability shall be most useful.
Red Tornado's Journal: October 13th
All plans on immediate hold as Black Canary has arrived to perform a surprise inspection and training regimen. Activating rapid concealing measures as of ten minutes ago.
All Doors CDs hidden. Plans for Chalant hidden. Sound dampeners activated.
As Artemis is very fond of saying, "bring it on."
