#ccffuturenostalgia

Roy stopped suddenly in his tracks - it felt like almost in the blink of an eye he had went from on the train to Keystone, chasing down a lead on the Vertigo dealers Rory had been looking into, and in the next he was back in Star City. How the hell was that possible? He looked around himself in confusion at the familiar streets, noting the festive lights strung up on nearly every shop front and street corner, that definitely hadn’t been there when he left.

“Crooks, no!” Nyssa called out before her mischievous tabby could swat at the person coming through the door. She almost regretted installing the bell to herald people entering the shop - it seemed to summon him with the express purpose of raising hell. “Sorry about him - still teaching him manners.” She joked, shooting a smile at the newcomer to try and win them over in spite of Crookshanks terrible welcoming committee. “Can I help you with anything?”

“This is amazing!” she yelled running in circles. Purple lightning followed behind her as she tried to go faster. This is such a rush. Skidding to a stop, she stumbled and tried not to fall. “Okay, what is going on?” she asked out in the open as she looked around at where she had landed.

Settling back in was somewhat of a challenge for Thea. She’d been away for so long, isolated and only being around one and the same person for months. Now that others were around again, the brunette needed to make some adjustments and she found herself struggling with that at times. She hadn’t gone out as Speedy just yet, but that was something that Thea wanted to pick back up sooner rather than later. Her things were finally unpacked at her house - almost. And now Thea was trying to get Verdant back on track, wanting to run it her own way once more because that place had become like home to her. Whenever she felt lost, she knew that Verdant was always there and she had somewhere to go to clear her mind and be alone to think things over. That was exactly what she’d done today, making sure that the club would be ready for a reopening sometime soon. Once she felt like she’d done enough for the time being, the brown haired girl headed down into Star City, wanting to grab a cup of coffee and simply wind down at the cafe or maybe at home. She’d been so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice bumping into someone, the force of the collision prompting her to stumble back. “Woah, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking--” Thea lifted her gaze to see who the person in question was and surely, there he was - Roy Harper. The look in her eyes instantly softened, it was always nice to see a familiar face in the city, especially one that was also friendly. “Hey, you. How was your holiday?”

Pamela avoided driving where she could - it was a harm to the planet she preferred to avoid where possible, indulging Harley’s joyrides for the simple fact that you couldn’t escape police cars on foot unless you were a speedster - but in this instance she had reasoned it was a necessity. Even more so to drive almost as hellishly as Harley herself to reach the bar she found Rory at all those months ago when she had hit a low point. She hadn’t been expected to be called back there anytime soon, but had instructed the bartender all the same to call her if he ever saw Rory there again drowning her sorrows.

Max had just begun to rest his eyes from putting the kid down for a nap when he heard the front door unlock. Shit....he hadn’t realized how quickly the day had slipped away from him. He had meant to clean up the kids toys before his wife returned from work. “Mmm, hey! I just managed to get her asleep and just sat down to rest..” he murmured tiredly as he pushed himself up from the couch and rose to greet her. “How was work? Any interesting cases?” he asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes and breaking into  a smile at the sight of her.

The crispness of the evening couldn’t chase away the burning feeling of adrenaline spiking through his veins. Conjuring up the energy vested in his ring, Kyle prayed to the corps before diving into the next wave of soldiers that lined up on the street. No matter the sharp illuminance of his green glowing mallet, they just kept pouring in. The plans he had made to cap this year off with something positive for Donna falling to the waste side. Once he dealt with this, he would pick up their usual and a case of beer. We will celebrate. I will not let her down. His thoughts drowned out by the distant sound of startled onlookers.