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Pyschotic

Gossip

It took Psychotic under ten seconds to get back to Maggie Lawrence's house, where the level of panic seemed to have picked up. Either Flash was being exceptionally scary or the explosion of their precious helicopter had unnerved them. Psychotic tried to filter through the melee and see if there was anyone who stood out from the mercenaries- with a teleporter in the helicopter she was under no illusions that whoever had been in the chopper when it blew hadn't gotten out. That would just be too lucky.

Still, they all seemed to be in retreat. While a few men hung back to keep Flash engaged, most of the rest were gathering what and who they could and legging it for the jeeps.

I don't think so.

Psychotic flew purposely towards the vehicles, gathering some magic to do something unpleasant.

Keep it as efficient as possible will you? Psychotic seems a little tired, so we may be running out of juice…

Yeah, yeah. This shouldn't take much.

Gathering a bolt, Psychotic was about to let loose when a whistling from the left caught her attention. She turned her head just in time to catch sight of the missile before it hit her in the side.

Damn! Twice in one fight? How embarrassing.

This time they had used an explosive missile. The force of the ammo punching into her knocked the breath right out of her, and before she could so much as gasp the whole thing just exploded into a huge ball of flame, launching her to the right, back into the neighbour's yard where she landed with another furrow in the earth, right next to the first one she'd made.

Psychotic groaned and sat up. Her shield was good, and while it protected her against the worst of the blunt force and against any of the fire and heat, it acted a bit too much like a Kevlar shirt than was entirely comfortable. Some of the blunt force made it through, albeit a lot less than otherwise, and she was going to have some spectacular bruises very shortly.

She blinked her eyes open to see Flash kneeling over her, concern etched into every feature. Psychotic jumped back in surprise, looking around to see if any of the enemy was still around.

"Are you alright?" Flash asked, reaching over to brush back her disheveled hair so he could get a good look to make sure she had no head wounds.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Pyschotic snapped back in her multi-toned voice. Well, she tried to snap. One of the voices came out irritated, the second was rather delighted, and the third was indifferent. It came as such a surprise that Jay snapped back into control while her other self burst into gales of laughter and Psychotic chuckled softly.

"You sure?" Flash asked, not entirely convinced.

"Uh, yeah, fine." Jay repeated, too bewildered to snap this time. "What happened to the…"

"The crazy ninja dudes?" Flash filled in.

"Were they ninjas?"

"They sure had the moves." Flash answered ruefully. "I don't know how they did it. They were fast. Not as fast as me, of course, but enough to make it tough."

"But where'd they go?" Jay asked.

"I don't know. They just all cleared off after they shot you. Again."

"You didn't stop them?"

"I came to make sure you were ok."

"I was fine the first time! You should have stopped them!"

"Well sue me for caring that you weren't dead!"

"You let them get away!"

"Jay, we weren't doing so great back there. They were getting away anyway."

"But - "

"No, Jay. Let's get back to the watchtower."

"We should at least see if they left anything!"

"They didn't."

"How can you be sure?"

"I am the fastest man alive. I searched. In five seconds."

"You must have missed something!"

"Jay!"

Jay looked up in surprise at the masterful tone Flash used. Masterful was not generally a word Jay would use in association with Flash, and to tell the truth it was quite… attractive.

Ah! Ah! Ah ah ah ah ah!

Be silent Jay. This is not the time.

Jay ignored the voices in her head, as she let Flash help her to her feet. She surveyed the damage – half the neighbourhood was totaled. It reminded her of something she'd thought of during the fight.

"Where are all the people?" She asked.

Flash looked around, a frown on his face. "Some big company bought up this block, apparently they were going to tear it down and build something or other. Good thing, too."

"Which company?" Jay asked, something nagging in the back of her mind.

Flash just gave her a 'how-should-I-know' look. Jay shrugged.

"Maybe we should find out when we get back to the watchtower. May be relevant."

"Do whatever you like." Flash said. "I am going to have a much-deserved dinner and then hit the sack."

Jay just grunted something non-committal as Flash called up to the Watchtower. Within minutes they were back in the control room, J'onn frowning down from the control deck.

"You shall be required to debrief us regarding your mission." J'onn called down before they'd even made it off the teleportation pad. Jay sighed as she channeled enough magic to float her up next to J'onn as Flash raced up. "Batman also has information for us. We shall meet in the meeting room in half an hour."

"Why not now?" Jay asked.

"What are you, masochistic?" Flash groaned. "J'onn, you need to give this girl a check up! She just took a beating and she still wants to have a meeting right now?"

"I did not just take a beating!" Jay protested indignantly. Flash just gave her a disbelieving look.

"We are waiting for Superman and Wonder Woman to return from a mission. Batman seems to think it is important for us all to be present."

Jay nodded thoughtfully. "Then I guess I'll go change and see you in half an hour. There's something very strange going on."

"Understatement of the year." Flash grumbled, receiving a glare from Jay for his efforts. J'onn just quirked a brow at the two of them and turned back to the console.

With one last snooty glare at Flash, Jay made her way out of the control room.

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Ok, please tell me it is now an appropriate time to discuss frissons, and attractively masterful looks, and various other stray thoughts?

"I need to shower."

You can't think and shower?

I must now take Jay's side, Jay. While I do not quite grasp this concept of 'gossip' it is curious to see you thinking of Flash with anything other than animosity.

"No. I hate Flash. Same old, nothing new here."

And this 'frisson of awareness'? This speeding heart rate? You trying to tell me I'm imagining this stuff?

"Yes."

Back me up here, Psych.

Truly Jay, while the other Jay may have the imagination to fabricate this, I do not. I distinctly recall the things to which Jay refers.

"Just give up, you two. It's nothing."

It doesn't sound like nothing!

"It is nothing. I don't like Flash, you both know this, so stop making stuff up when there's nothing there."

Hmmm. I'm not buying this.

Buying what? There is nothing to buy here.

Psych, it's another of those slang phrases I keep telling you about.

I must point out that it makes no sense.

These things never do. Get used to it.

I dislike your tone Jay.

And I repeat: get used to it!

Jay sighed in relief as the two voices really got into their latest squabble. She could always count on them to distract themselves, even from such an apparently juicy conversation. Keeping a lid on her thoughts was harder than she thought it would be, especially since –

No. She wasn't going to think about that sort of stuff.

With another sigh, she headed into the shower. A nap was probably in order before she headed up to the meeting. And if she was lucky, her two voices would occupy themselves until she could disappear into the oblivion of sleep.