FASTEST MAN ALIVE

          ❛   yes   ❜   well, they didn’t exactly choose that name and although imra sometimes wondered why they had been identified as a legion, she couldn’t really think of herself as anything other than a LEGIONNAIRE anymore.  not that she wanted to either.  a smile spread across her lips.   ❛   this way, at least, we are altering ourselves from the heroes of the past a little more. while all of you are the inspiration for us, we do want to be different   ❜   they were operating in another century after all  - - -  things were bound to be different.

     “…Love her with all I got, since the day I met her.” He smiles. “Of course, back in those days she was quite the spitfire. Didn’t want a damn thing to do with me until I won a college football game, she always did love the sports stars. Couldn’t resist the ol’ Garrick charm for long, especially when I started out as the Flash.” The first person he ever truly trusted with his identity, even if he could be careless about letting that slip from time to time back then. “I swear, she was always getting into trouble back then, never one to stand back and let injustice go when she’d see it. Rescued her from that trouble more times than even I remember.”

     “Let’s get one thing straight, smart guy-” He says to the scrawny man, pushing his gun harder up against his chin. “-this is Rogue’s territory.” He hated out of town-ers. Almost as much as he hated the Flash. No, scratch that, the Flash was an annoyance, these freaks were wild cards. Captain Cold didn’t want any wild cards on HIS turf.

clears throat

taps mic

“gay stereotype”

     It was quiet. You’d think, given the normal hectic nature of their lives, she’d enjoy the quiet. But no, that only gave her more time alone with her thoughts, and for her that could be torment. Still she wandered through life with little to no purpose outside of… running. Always running. Running from what? She didn’t even know if they HAD a reason anymore, it was all they knew how to do.

     She shifts in her sitting position, suddenly uncomfortable. She’d come to miss the hustle, the noise. Molly pestering them about whatever interested her that day, Gert complaining about anything and everything, Chase arguing with… well, anybody. The quiet made her think about how long she was alone. How it felt to not have her friends- her family.

     “Hey look- don’t get me wrong, I respect the guy and all-” Most of the time. Well, maybe a bit less often, given how sour Bruce had been with him since... something he admittedly couldn’t blame him for. “-but me and Batman haven’t exactly gotten along in a long time.”

          Too many Flashes, but still not enough. Schrodinger’s Speedster?? Don’t be a dope, Bart.

          “So’s Gramps, and Wally… Maybe. Unless the timeline’s screwed again.” Another momentary distraction, his smirk dropping as he contemplated his slug of a cousin. A very rapid shake of his overly fluffed head and he was back in the game. He held up two balled fists, already getting fuzzy around the edges from the excited vibrations, small sparks leaping from his knuckles. In less than a second, he was off the ground, barreling towards the other speedster at break-neck speeds.

          He was gonna snatch that dumb tin hat right off his head. 

      “And this old fella’ wrote the book they read from.” He was fast, faster than Jay was by a long shot. He was used to that, never really had the PUSH or connection to the Speed Force to propel himself to those heights... and maybe he was just old. Still, he knew a lot of tricks to make up for that gap, like anticipation, and technique.

❝ I’m not underestimating — you know I’m never really one for racing. ❞ Even if he challenged superman to a race and entertained in the idea of Wally, Bart, and Wallace racing against him on any other given day it wasn’t really to see who was the fastest one alive. It was just to have someone to run with. Speedsters hardly ever slowed down and even finding time to talk to one of your own seemed almost impossible, so Barry used the natural need for speed against them. Winning or losing, the time running together always brought a smile to his face. It just didn’t feel as lonely as it usually did. ❝ Just think of it as a WORK OUT, Jay. Something to keep you on your toes. ❞