#manwithoutxfear

He’d spent most of the night lost, slept behind a dumpster, and now was lost again. And he had gash on his face that needed stitches yesterday. It was a miracle he hadn’t been found and shot.

Get home. Get home, that’s all I can do. Just have to get home...

And then he nearly ran into someone.

i’m pretty sure jerome really is dead though someone from production said he’s not really the joker he was just an inspiration for the real joker or something like that, but they must put their origin story in the show holy shit

There was an online rumor about a devil in Hell’s Kitchen, who was meting out justice. While there was a possibility of a devilish looking Meta existing, the Flash wasn’t sure on how he or she would have made it all the way from Central City, Missouri to New York City, New York without being spotted.

Unless they could like...teleport. Which was a possibility.

It was likely that if it wasn’t a meta, it was probably a fellow vigilante. And it wouldn’t hurt to do some poking around, maybe make an ally or two. With how vast many crime networks were now, it only made sense to at least be on speaking terms with other vigilantes...

So far the Flash hadn’t seen any sign of a ‘Devil’ - a buncha criminals, who ended up zip-tied to various objects or dropped off in the nearest PD.

It wasn’t taking long for the murmurs of the speed-demon in red to get around Hell’s Kitchen. The Flash was certain if ‘he’ couldn’t find the Devil....the Devil might come looking for ‘him’.

Siting on the ledge of a rooftop studying the terrain while trying to not think bout how far up from the ground ‘he’ was, the Flash finished a chili-cheese dog - oh the look on that Vendors face on being bought out of inventory by the red-clad stranger that had seemed to just materialize before him in a crackle of gold lightning...