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reason #139230 why we need non-billionaire supers who actually understand infrastructure and cost
luthorforgood:
❝ Kool-Aid was invented there, so it must be a pretty great place. ❞ || @speedrxcer
“Actually, Kool-Aid was invented in Nebraska,” Lena corrected, finger pointed in the air with an amused smile at the sight of the familiar redheaded food-connoisseur. “Perhaps you should check your facts before you spread false information.”
“... It wuh-” True to his infamous title, Wally attempted to swallow the mouthful of sub sandwich in his mouth before he choked on it in shock. Managing to get the bite down, the speedster flashed a bright smile of his own. “No shit, I grew up in Nebraska!” Something he usually didn’t like to think about, but this was an exception. “... That totally makes me Kool, with a K, very important.”
xxofreportsxx:
— She laughed out loudly. Was he really down to do something like that? From the looks of it, he was. Linda pretended to ponder as she thought of a reply. “See that’s a tough one. on the one hand pre-made slices are easier like you say to get but it just doesn’t have the same flavor. But on the other, oven-made does taste better.” She said. “Though I’m with you on that, the time it takes for something to cook or bake is just dreadful. Even more when you’re really hungry and you can taste the food already.”
Another quick laugh escaped her. “You would think so. There’s only so much I’m the boss of in theory despite me doing this for years now.” Linda replied. While she did garner some respect in the journalism world, she was still pretty young to it compare to those who had in the games. If anything, it probably all started when she interviewed hero. She sat from her position as she entered her journalism mode. “Well lets see, we can start with the basics. Mr. Flash, how does it feel being one of the fastest heroes around? You’ve been doing this for quite sometime now, i’m sure there have been moments where things must have tough for you. Is it hard finding a balance between your private and hero life?”
He got a laugh. Wallace West, you got a laugh. Winner Winner, baby~ The inner celebration was masked by his attempt to stay suave, a gloved hand going into his orange curls. “You don’t know how hard it is to find someone who agrees with me on that.” Hard truth there, memories of times when he would almost pace ditches in the kitchen while something roasted in the oven, or fried in a pan. Joan always knew better than to start cooking dinner without snacks, though that may have been some awful training in patience on her part. Couldn’t blame her, though. She really was kind of the better mom to him.
The hero shrugged, relaxing back again onto the bench. He could only offer a speckled grin at her attempt to downplay her importance, but he knew where she was coming from. After all, his Aunt was in the press business. That’s half of why it was so fun to bug Linda... Yes, that was it. “Woah, rapid-fire.” Just the way he liked it. “You can just call me Flash, by the way. Mr. Flash is my mentor~” Okay, start with the joke, then move onto the actual answers. Keep her on her toes. “Well, it’s not too different from other Meta-humans I’m sure. I just see the world at a snails pace compared to... Well, you. I kinda’ think it’s like... Seeing race cars on a track, but they’re driving way under the speed limit.” Wally took a short second to chuckle at his attempt to explain. There was no true way to... explain the Force, or what came out of it, even he was making discoveries about it. “Oh, for sure. It’s always been rough. Man, back when I was with the, uh... the Teen Titans? Bunch’a kids always getting roughed around by D-Listers. But we still had fun. It was the best time of my life. Really... Really think we figured out who we all were then... And, uh, kinda tying back to your first one, not really. I think I have it a lot easier than other folks who wear the mask.” And not just because he Registered, didn’t have Enforcers on his ass just for running. “No one really gets a good look at your face at superspeed.” Leaving out the part about the very minor facial muscle vibrations to conceal anyone who really tried to get a good look.
I Am Not Okay With This // ❝Didn’t you wear that sweater yesterday?❞ @xfthunders
“... Would you believe me if I said I had a stash of similarly oil-stained sweaters at home?”
There was a sheepishly bright smile on the speedster’s face, arms crossing over the aforementioned stains gracing the article of clothing that was also mentioned in their current conversation. He leaned against the open garage-door frame, just about ready to race home and get on with his other job... if that could really be considered a job at this point. Was he really protecting the people he swore to protect? Or should he really just go back to Keystone and hope Jay and Joan would offer him a home to stay at while he got the ground back under him again? Too many thoughts, slow down, speed racer.
Focussing back to the current time, place, and date had Wally grounded, knocking orange curls against the wall behind him. “It’s easier to sport this one around the shop. That way I don’t get anything disgusting on the shirts I actually care about.” Though, now that he thought about it, most of the shirts he was thinking about had oil or grease spots. Damn.
xxofreportsxx:
— she half rolled her eyes at his response. He clearly had a quick enough mouth to respond to her jabs at him. And in a moment he went from his spot of leaning on the bench, to sitting right next to her casually. Maybe all those years of interviewing people and having a way at talking, we’re paying off. “ So…..if I were to take your heroic offer of getting pizza for me, how fast can you get it for me? Just asking because the idea is bouncing around in my mind. Not to mention if I get some, I’ll also have to get it for my camera crew over. ” Linda said as she gestured with her head to the direction of the white van where they were with all the equipment.
“ Really? Wow never knew The Flash was a fan of the show. You think you can repeat that again for me in front of camera. I’m sure the station would love to use that for the promos. ” Linda said. She almost scoffed when he called her babe. Wasn’t the first time she’s been call that by others but it felt different from him, maybe because he was actually putting up with her spit fire. “ Fine then but before I call over the crew for this exclusive expose, how about a practice run? Normally in these situations when I interview a hero, I’m prepared with what to ask and do my research. It seems only a fair. ” She said as she raised her arm onto the top of the back of the bench and leaned her head onto her hand.
“Well, now, that all depends.” A challenge he was up for. “Premade slices? Easy peasy, less than ten seconds if it’s across the city, even faster close by.” One could say he was faster than a speeding bullet. Though he did tend to try avoiding creating his own sonic booms so close to the city, let alone inside of it. “You’d have to call ahead for me to grab an oven-fresh one. I can get around fast, but I can’t speed up cooking time.” What a real pain that was. It was the bad days when he found himself in agony over a bowl of popcorn.
His head followed the direction of the tilt of hers, an almost softer smiling popping up under his grin. All work and no play, huh? That’s why he was here... Probably. Can’t let everything get so super serious on him, nearly felt like it already had. “Whatever you want, chief. You’re the boss in this situation,” the speedster sighed, turning his attention back to Linda. “Sure, I’m the one with the *powers*, but it’s really not my pony-show.” Hell, Wally was brought up to ignore the press, for the most part. In his mind, they were essentially like paparazzi for lawbreakers and extreme rule-followers. Jay always told him that no one would see his face if he ran fast enough, so it never mattered who he really was, just what he did and who he helped. Never thought he’d be taking the time to actually slow down for interviews. Max would kill him for that. “Shoot. I’m an open book~”
outlawe:
Trust is always something that weighs heavily in this line of work that they do, something that you need to continuously work on. Every mission challenges the trust you form between your friends and teammates. Roy knows that all too well when he was an active member of the Justice League on his Earth. Everything is different here, and that doesn’t need to be a bad thing by any means. Roy knows that Wally is faster than anyone, but that doesn’t mean he should have to always be the one jumping in front of a bullet. If Roy ever had to, he would in a heartbeat. “That is strange now that you mention it … maybe it stayed because it has something to do with how you got your powers? It’s the only explanation that makes sense to me.” Although what does he know since he doesn’t have powers of his own. “You’d think they’d make ink that would work on those with a healing factor. Do you want me to keep your scar between us? I get it because I don’t talk about mine.”
“I mean... Technically it does.” Wally let his eyes tilt to the sky, getting lost in thought just as fast as he possibly could be. “It’s the bolt, the one that hit me in high school while I was fuckin’ around in the chem lab. I know because the impact area’s the... the worst lookin’ part, the darkest part, uh...” His eyes squinted, spotted cheeks turning to a small frown as he reminisced at the speed of light. “I have the exact formula written down, cause, heh, it’s not science until you do, but off the top of my head... iodine, cyanoacrylate, silver nitrate, ninhydrin, diazafluoren1thenoyleuropiumchelatefluoresceinand... luminol.” Wally snapped back to reality in a blink. “Y’know... just to name a few.” A sheepish smile followed the words, a hand pushing through his wild orange curls. “... Eh. Powers aren’t all that... welcomed as people tend to think still.” Hell, why had they registered? Why was there such a push for anyone to register? They faced far more consequences now... Maybe even more if you went against it. “I... I’d really appreciate it actually, man.” The small smile never left, though his hand went back to rub over the now covered mark.
Iris
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“I just realized I’m surrounded by female reporters. How wild is that? Anyways, anyone would be lucky to have as cool an Aunt as Aunt Iris. She’s the one who really helped me get into my Big City Shoes. Keystone was just a test run.”
linda park
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“The reporter chick? She’s a li’l spitfire, isn’t she? I always love her hot takes, she talks a big game for someone who doesn’t have a metagene. You can really respect that in... Well, anyone who’s willing to walk up to a hero and ask the real questions.”
superman
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“Well, we all thought he was the coolest when we were kids. I mean, c’mon, everyone wanted to be Super. It was when metagenes and mutations were found to be a hell of a lot more common than people thought that I kinda... figured we’d be equals. Besides, I could totally take him down in a race.”
roy harper
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“Our new Roy-Boy’s a chill guy. I like to think he’s pretty close to what the original Harper would grow up to be. It... still kinda’ hurts, but I think I’ve gotten used to the whole thing pretty quick. Besides, who else is gonna’ help me pester the other guys?”
xxofreportsxx:
— Linda opened her eyes when she heard a voice and the chuckle, making contact with the ones of the one and only The Flash. In her mind, she did appreciate all the good that he was doing, she’ll be dumb not to considering how she covered some stories of him being a hero and people always thanking him. but she also knew of the reputation he held when it came to people who work in her field. The messing around with the news reporters sometimes made her giggle when it was others (more so when it can to those who she had a small rivalry with) but she also didn’t want him doing that to her since liked to keep things professional on the screen and she would be sure to let him know.
“ then why offer up your services if there’s a chance I won’t get to have my slice? Defeats the whole purpose, don’t you think so? I thought you were one of the good ones. ” She said with a bit of fire in her voice. She sat up and turned sideways to give him her full attention. She noticed him in the iconic scarlet red suit with the even more iconic lightening bolt. Linda would be lying to herself if she didn’t like the suit, it was one of her favorites along with a few other heroes one.
“ so Fastest Delivery-Boy, ” She said in a sarcastic tone. “ what brings you here? Hoping to catch a bit of screen time? Am I going to have the opportunity to interview you for the latest scoop? ” Linda said as if she was joking but she wasn’t exactly lying when she asked. If he says yes, she’ll tell the crew to pause what they’re doing so they could record this.
“Hey, isn’t it the heroic thing to do? Offering help to citizens in need?” A raised brow, a bit more of a quirk to his smirk, leaning over further to catch her eyes without... much strain. This was the fun part, something to kill time that he had way too much of. Rarely did he slow down and talk, but she could keep up. “Plus, if I’m getting pizza out of it, I call that an absolute win.”
In the blink of an eye, the red-head lept the bench to lounge at her side, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back ever so casually with that familiar smug smile, the barest dusting of visible freckles puffing with his cheeks. “Figured I’d track you down Miss. Park. Love your show, never have time to catch it on TV.” Or, at least, when he’d race past. When they said they were going live, they were going live. “Talk to me all you want, babe, I’m an open book.” He was a chatterbox is what he was. His mouth ran nearly as fast as his feet, and he had to learn to recover or backtrack way too many times from experience. Wally knew that if she ever managed to ask the right question, he might take over her run time. What a prank that would be, take over the News from the Newswoman? That one he’d have to make sure he got a tape for. “Exclusive Expose: The Flash, one of many~”
Any thoughts of having something like iris and Barry one day?
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“What do they have that I don’t? Bar’s another speedster, Aunt Iris has the good ol’ West charm... I’m like some weird, older amalgam of the two of ‘em! Unless they’re together or somethin’ and didn’t tell me. Sometimes news doesn't travel fast enough.”
⚡️: would you ever want to have a normal life?
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“God, I haven’t lived a normal life since I was a preteen. I’ve kind of grown into this whole hero thing... But I guess a little normalcy in this wacko world would be kinda’ refreshing. Take some time and actually slow down.”
⚡️: will you ever say gotta go fast?
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“I’m... pretty sure I’ve heard Bart say that one or two times... That’s a video game thing, right? Back in a Flash is more my speed.”
OPEN STARTER // FOR ANYONE
— “ and that’s it for the current news from the area. Back to you at the studio! ” she said almost too sweetly. Once she was given the okay, Linda dropped the smile and let out a sigh. While yes she did love her job and she found it very important, it was tiring at times. She sat in a nearby bench as the crew cleaned up and closed her eyes to relax. “ God what i wouldn’t do for a cup of coffee right now, better yet a glass of wine or a slice of pizza. ”
It was almost a game, something to get his mind to work on to quell his racing subconscious, the one that worried way too much about what he was doing. He’d been a prankster as far back as he could remember, he just couldn’t do it too much when he was a kid living out in Blue Valley. Jay and Joan knew the full force of his mischief, so did the old Team. The Flash’s new target? Cameras. Everyone had one, but few shutters were fast enough to get a good glimpse of him at top speed. Occasionally he’d wait that millisecond to let the selfie-snobs get their hero Photo-op, but he’d be gone before they could realize it. He really loved to mess with those pictures.
Video Cameras, he’d found, were less fun, unless you were doing something to the person in front of it. The best, and funniest, were the News Reporters. He was always seeking them out, trying to find where their big white van was, and get a good swipe at their guy on-the-scene. Looks like he’d just missed his latest opportunity, but this one, Linda Park, was just enough of a fire to snap back at his incessant teasing. Maybe she’d go live again soon. He had to stick around for that.
“You want the Fastest Delivery-Boy Alive on the job?” He chuckled, coming up on the bench from behind, resting folded arms on the back while the glow of silver static still clung to his uniform. “Then again, can’t really guarantee there’ll be a slice left if I’m truckin’.”
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Gwen playfully rolled her eyes at his comment and lowered her hood, but keeping her mask on. “Maybe, but later.” She said then listened to him, knowing that she needed to tell him that she had been seeing things as well. “Well. It’s not just them, it’s affecting me as well, I’ve been seeing images and let me tell you, it’s not fun.”
“Oh cripes, really?” Worry suddenly replaced any other semblance of emotion on the speedster’s face, his own head racing trying to figure out if he’d been at all affected... and if he wasn’t, what did that mean? “I... I hate to ask what you saw but... N-nevermind!” Quick waving hands brushed off the nearly proposed question, but there wasn’t much time to really dive deep into psyches on the battlefield. “Well... Guess that means it certainly is something more. Honestly, this is weirdly more Gotham territory... never thought I’d see something like this in New York.” Eh, what did he know? Growing up in Blue Valley and Keystone really didn’t give him the best taste of Big City Living, let alone Big City Villainy.