[07th September 2010]
[The West House, Central City, United States of America]
'Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry' echoed through his head as he slowed down and entered the house with a 'Hi Mom!' as he buzzed by her and into the kitchen. Ah...and the refrigerator was full of lovely wholesome junk food for a speedster like himself!
"Wally West! You'll eat your the dinner first before you start gorging yourself on ice-cream. Now get to that table little mister!" his mother's voice echoed out behind him as she followed him into kitchen and tutted at him for going for the sweeter items before him. He flushed at that with a 'Sorry Mom' and zipped over to the table at her exasperated sigh and pointing. Uncle Barry appeared a few moments later, sitting attentively at the table as if by magic due to the speed. Wally huffed at the speed, it was almost as bad as being lapped as Uncle Barry's voice echoed out.
"Sorry I'm late! Anything I can do to help you Mary? Oh...is Iris here yet?"
Aunt Iris voice echoed out from the living room before she came into view a few moments later a bemused look upon her face "About time you arrived Barry! I told you four o'clock and what time is it now?"
Wally couldn't resist grinning as Uncle Barry chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head "Heh, heh,heh...a little after four twenty?
"Now-now everybody settle down, Rudy suppers ready hon!" Mom shushed all of them as the banter started up, calling out for Dad to come for supper as well as she pulled the roasts out of the cooker "...so everybody get seated and let me start finishing up. Watch television or something while you wait. No disappearing off or racing either you two!"
"Okay Mom" Wally huffed out Uncle Barry zipped over to grab the remote and back to the table in the blink of an eye.
"Barry Allen what did I just tell you!"
"Uhhh...turning on television Sis! Just like you asked...see behaving and being a good influence on Wally! That right Kid?" Uncle Barry replied to Mom's tutting with a look of 'Agree with me here nephew!' directed at him along with the throw of the remote control as a bribe of sorts.
"Oh, ughh...yeah good role model Mom...that's Uncle Barry!" Wally replied quickly before thumbing at the controls and rapidly bringing up channels in order "Boring...boring...even more boring...eww talking colourful ponies...boring...financial station. Super Ultra Boring!"
He motioned at the television with a huff of annoyance "That's not fair Uncle Barry! You didn't call me for the Robot Samurai! That's not fair!"
"Now, now Kid you had school...and they weren't very well made samurai robots lets say. Why was over before it even started!" Uncle Barry waved off as Aunt Iris sat beside him and gave him a gentle and playful bonk on the head with her hand.
"Still kept you late for dinner mister, just like my nephew here! Picking up bad habits from a certain red clad hero it seems!"
"Now that's unfair hon I...um...um..." Uncle Barry muttered gesturing wildly before setting eyes upon the television once again "...oh, isn't that Skullsy on the television along with Speedy and Mini-Aqualad...and Lex Luthor too?"
"What? Nooooo! Did everyone get to go on missions except me!" Wally couldn't help but wail softly. One the screen he saw the shadow clad form of his skulled masked teammate appear along with his friends Speedy and Aqualad in a clip of fight with bad guys. A clip of them evidently beating up Cheshire and some mooks from the League of Shadows before...sending Sportsmaster fleeing from them in fear...
"Noooooooo!" he moaned as he saw that little clip "They defeated Sportsmaster without me! And on TV of all things as well..."
"Wait...the skull masked on is the teammate you mentioned?" Mom queried "Are those...shadowy nightmare tentacles? And...did he and young Kaldur just electrocute those people?"
"He's a supevillian!" Wally stated confidently as on the screen he watched with jealously as his teammates...without him...took down major bad guys with seeming ease. And he had to sit through algebra while they were out doing things! The unfairness of it all!
Uncle Barry hummed "No he's not Sis..." before swiftly pushing the mute button on the screen for a moment as a screaming figure of a masked assassin was dragged back into wherever it was by inky blackness wielded by Skulls "...well reforming maybe...err a work in progress? Yeah, yeah...lets go with that!"
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[07th September 2010]
[Living Accommodation, SHIELD Headquarters, Athlone]
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" echoed out from the living room as he went to collect another couple of beers from the fridge. Brendan Finn sighed grabbing the six-pack from the fridge along with a big bag of crisps for himself while dwelling on whatever idiocy had riled up the idiot inside.
God in his heaven above the news of all bloody things was on when he'd stepped out from the other room. Kit Ryan didn't sound overly happy either as she muttered something grumpy sound at her lover as Brendan re-entered the sitting room to see the laughing idiot who called himself a magician punching the arm rest of the sofa as he did so.
"Good influence he says, teachin' proper magic he says. Stupid takin' the word of John Constantine at face value I was!" Kit was whining, as she was always wont to do after a few cans or pints, as John ignored her for whatever reason. Brendan threw her a can as raised his voice to get the other idiots attention.
"What ya bleedin laughin' at ye gobshite?"
An arm came up and pointed at television screen "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Lookit'em go! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Brendan glanced at the...
"...nobody's dead I don't see what the problem is. Assassins crushed and captured. The conference can continue after a brief recess I expect"
"But...but...but, you turned that girl into a c..cccaaat! And then those..."
"I've restrained the prisoner to prevent escape so she can be transported to a secure facility Miss Grant. She has escaped from two in less than a fortnight! And see she's not complainin' any see?
All calm and whatnot aren't ya Ninja-Kitty? And I'll turn her back before handing over to the relevant authorities never fear!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Oh. Oh, this wasn't good...
There was going to be so much to talk about tomorrow...and paperwork too; because there was always paperwork now in exchange for keeping him alive. Further proof perhaps that young mini-John was just some sort of punishment for his life of sin, debauchery and fun. Even without the now visual aid of their erstwhile apprentice appearing on television and throwing lightning bolts at people before tentacle attacking Asian ninja assassins evidently...
He sighed. Sold me soul for some awesome wine and now me fate's in the hands of John Constantine and the next generation of magical disasters. It was also fuckin' jealousy inducin' that he himself hadn't realised he could get away with using his magic like that till now! Bleedin' unfair that was!
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Just bleedin unfair...
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[07th September 2010]
[Home of Clark Kent, Metropolis]
"Well I suppose I should just be happy its only on a few minor channels" he said to nobody in particular as he sat in front of the television after a long day of work. Well both jobs in fact, Perry had been especially demanding all day even without Lois out sick with the flu...and then there were the idiots who'd tried to rob the bank during his lunch break.
Convenient in a way...but by the time he'd gotten back 'from the bathroom' Jimmy had eaten the last sandwich in the machine. Where there sat Lex across the ocean at a peace conference of all things, likely thinking up some new crazy scheme to get him and the Justice League in some manner he himself couldn't yet foresee. Along with three of the sidekicks it seemed, who'd defeated an assassination attempt in a rather...unfortunate...manner from a PR point of view to say the least. Even without Lex being there and now talking to them and a reporter...
"I'd like to thank you young heroes for your stalwart effort in seeing off these villains, on behalf of myself and LexCorp of course and for both the delegations as well"
Green Arrow's wayward sidekick growled something unhappily on the screen, slapping away the hand and stalking away as Aqualad glared silently at the bald head of Lex Luthor. Clark wanted to sigh at that. It took alot to put up with Lex's special brand of getting away with everything, and then going on the air and having to smile and take it. It was just...
"And on behalf of myself, and my rather grumpy seeming colleagues, I grateful accept your gratitude Mr. Luthor. Got to say, long time fan of your work with LexCorp, and it's a real privilege to meet you despite the circumstances. I have to apologise for Red Arrow, he took a blow to the face in the melee and is justifiably uncomfortable right now I expect" the still skull masked and dark clad form of young John Fortune stepped forward and took Lex's handshake while still holding a cat of all things in the other. Something Lex glanced at for the briefest moment for some reason to Clark's eyes as the mask stayed in place as he replied in that fake cheerful tone of his.
"Ah, I sadly haven't got your name to thank you Mr..."
"Hmmm...Classified for the moment actually...I think. But I'm down as Tim on the security contract so let's go with that. Call me...Tim the Enchanter! Anyway I'm sure you were in no real danger Mr. Luthor with the lovely Miss Graves over there as your bodyguard..." the dark armoured youngster in the skull mask broke the handshake motioning at the assassins been led away in handcuffs "...not against this lot anyway. But still, we thank you for your compliment anyway. Hopefully you shall be able bring these talks to a successful conclusion now that these disturbances have been dealt with. Our hopes are with you in helping bring North Rhelasia out of its isolation and bringing peace to the region. Oh...and exacting terrible and swift vengeance upon the League of Shadows too I suppose. Maybe with your support the US government might get around to blowing up their supposedly 'secret island base' on Infinity Island"
The League earpiece beeped softly with Batman's code nearby...
Clark brought his head into his hands. It was just going to be one of those days wasn't it?
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