Don't chase the rabbit
Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past.
Green Arrow tried to steady his shaking hands and pop the bubbles of panic that were rising in his chest. He was surprised, in a distant way, that he was still capable of fear and panic after the island, but life was full of surprises. Like an attack that called together the full force of the Justice League. It was some sort of monster, or maybe an alien, or a magic thing! He wasn’t too sure, and honestly he didn’t care he was so focused on shooting arrows and not dying as it tore across the country.
He had not been part of the League for long, a few months at most and Green Arrow had never seen combat like this. He dealt with the crime in his city, and the occasional super villain with a personal vendetta he seemed to rapidly be wracking up. A far cry from what he was doing now. Which, actually wasn’t fighting any longer because he was about to be squished instead.
And then suddenly he wasn’t. Instead of shooting arrows straight up into the incoming foot of the thing they were fighting (how exactly had he ended up on the ground? So stupid…) he was on top of a currently untouched building, staring at the blurry red man that had just saved his life. Ollie of course, knew of the Flash. He had even chatted with the man in passing the few times they had both been in the Watch Tower. He had never seen him in action though.
Vaguely he heard the Flash crack a joke about him being of better use on top of the buildings for now as he tried to concentrate on his rapidly vibrating body. Did he even know he was doing that…? But then the Flash was just a streak of red and a gust of wind running past him and down into the street. Green Arrow watched from the roof tops at the blur the was the Flash zipped down the road then back up, running up onto the thing they were fighting to cause some damage.
It was the first time he had ever seen the Flash run, and it was mesmerizing.













