#heroic:start

[bxtmcn-blog]

It felt good to be in uniform. Since coming to Metropolis, opportunities for his nightly activities had become few and far between. Feeling the rain on his face, he reflected on how, with all the scrutiny on Bruce Wayne, the masquerade had become that much more dangerous. But that was not what he had to focus on. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned, his face indecipherable. “Thank you for coming.” His voice was level, without a hint of emotion. “There’s something we need to discuss.”

[purrsuaded-blog]

         &&. — SKIN-TIGHT CLOTHES AND SELINA BELONGED IN AN ANALOGY where they were opposite something like Superman and the S upon his chest. They were connected and so when she was out in Metropolis clad in jeans and a shirt that clung to her curves while she bought a coffee and talked to the barista, it wasn’t much of a surprise. Nor was it a surprise that the hormonal teenager eyed her and nearly drooled. It was like he was her plaything and she made it so she got her coffee free with ease, then turned to the person behind her with a playful shrug before walking off with her coffee in hand to find a seat outside. Why couldn’t everyday life be fun?

[flcshspeed]

he had been more than a little desperate to do some good. barry allen wasn’t so insecure as to be swayed from his purpose just because a few people seemed to be picketing the league and the avengers as a whole—he wasn’t going to stop doing his job just because public opinion was a little low. but he’d be lying entirely if he said it didn’t bother him. he was trying his best to help people, even though he knew he was doing good, he felt a little determined to prove that fact. a firm believer in ‘kill them with kindness’, he’d spent most of his time trying to rebuild the league’s image, and as a result, heroes as a whole. he’d done everything from showing up to children’s birthday parties to rescuing cats from trees. and the slight, unwanted thought that he was maybe working below his pay grade was quickly swept away by his own reserve—the people needed to feel like the heroes were on their side, like they took their desires and opinions into consideration. and barry did. 

which is why, in the middle of the day, when he heard the not-so-distant explosion, he quickly handed off the small flash toy that he’d signed for the little girl in frizzy pig tails and gave her a wink and a quick salute. “do me a favor, ma’am, and get you and your mama indoors for me.” then he turned and tapped into the well of speed force that just didn’t seem to be as strong as it used to— and he was gone. 

one of the most important things he’d learned, when you’re traveling as fast as a speedster does, it’s important to have an end goal. know where you’re going to stop. and it seemed ridiculous, yes, of course know where you’re going...but most people didn’t understand until they felt it. the near impossibility of the speed, the energy that snapped and crackled around him as he moved, the way the world blended and blurred and then nearly disappeared all together. barry could focus on one point when he was moving—normally it was the villain he was aiming for, or the person he was trying to save. today, it was the bank that the explosion had been from. 

slower, slower...stopping wasn’t as nearly as easy as he made it seem either. to everyone else, it was instant. barry wasn’t there, and then he was ( damn speedsters ). but it was a process, a process that he had to concentrate on. because the speed force edged him on, like the steady beating of his heart: faster faster faster. but through adept skill and years of experience, he slowed, and soon he could hear the ringing of the bank alarm, the shouting of civilians, the coughing and wheezing of the smoke around them. he stopped gracefully, with the competence of someone who’d been dropping out of sonic speeds for a while, and knelt down to a man wheezing on the ground, with a deep cut on his head. 

“easy, come on...let’s get you out of here,” he said, helping the guy up before he glanced at the smoking entrance of the bank. someone had blown the vault—which meant there must have been something more valuable in there then just money. 

[harlaquinnz-blog]

“Ain’t it weird?  All these clowns just out wanderin’ around at night with knives and machetes and baseball bats.  It’s funny how everyone’s so obsessed lately.”

[mxckingbxbbi-blog]

“Can I help you?” Bobbi looked down at the person who walked into the warehouse she made a training room in Metropolis for the time she was there. “I don’t mean to be that hero, but I’m sorta off the clock here.” She grunted, moving up the next peg.

[heroichq-blog1]

guys make sure you reply to deadpool’s starter !!

[philanthrobots-blog]

It wasn’t like it was intentional. How could a mistake that now involved a very respectably sized pot hole in the middle of a Metropolis side-walk be intentional? Especially with everything going on, all of the murmurs that the supers were the ones causing the problems. No, it’s not like Tony meant to launch the boot of an Iron Man suit into the street. But things happen. Maybe he was being a little careless, but it wasn’t like he intended for it to happen. 

So, here he was, stepping out onto the street, raising a brow in the direction of the startled onlooker. 

“In my defense, you could have just not been standing right there.”

[bigasssword-blog]

where there was crime, there were supposed to be heroes - and where there were questions about why the world works that way, there were scientists. betty fell squarely into both categories, so she was here. towering buildings, people talking about superman (and a hell of a lot of birds and planes). if there was one thing she'd noticed since she'd arrived, it was that there weren't really organizations, so to speak. you didn't have a good dozen teams of heroes sitting around, dealing with all corners of the country (and the world, though betty tried to stay away from international flights). superman, batman, there was the justice league, apparently, but people seemed more interested in talking about the individuals.

made home feel like a million miles away.

since the stay in metropolis seemed like it would be, if not permanent, at the very least extended, she'd set herself up in the halldorf hotel for a while. It wasn't difficult to get herself set up -- if people thought of she-hulk, it was usually jennifer. which at present, betty wouldn't dare say she minded.

she'd started in on a late breakfast -- they'd been about to take away the whole 'breakfast buffet' thing, and she'd entrenched herself in a paper, beceause the world was so much more...grim than she'd last seen. if there weren't articles about the danger of heroes, such as they were, it was some tragedy happening somewhere else.

distracted enough, at least, that when she grabbed someone else's cup, she didn't even immediately notice.

"well this isn't- oh." she peered at the cup. the coffee was lighter than hers, but then she drank hers black in some attempt at being taken seriously, just in case a coffee order could help that. she glanced up finally, properly, making quick eye contact and muttering a quiet 'shit'. "sorry!"