#drabble dc

"I could probably fly faster." Barry doesn’t say anything at first, only squinting his eyes at the Green Lantern.

"I don’t think so." He eventually states, though he’s unsure if he was understood or not.

"We could always race." Hal replies, as though it was obvious.

"I am a grown man, I am not going to ra- hey, is that Batman?!” Hal barely looks over to where Flash is pointing before he feels the wind whip around him, and knows, just knows, that Barry hadn’t seen Batman because Batman is an urban legend and goddamnit he’s already got a head start.

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"Is that seriously how the two of you met?"

There’s a unified “yes” from the pair, and Batman only looks at them for a second longer before turning back to the computer system in the head quarters.

"So why did you think I was an urban legend?"

"…Uh."

The guard’s lips stiffened; “Judge Luthor is working on a new amendment to the law. Scum like you don’t deserve a trial.”

Candles hung from rungs and hooks in the walls, encased in polished brass and glass containers, their flames glowing bright in the dimly lit room, flickering left and right and thick and thin.