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Positive Vibes
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jmcknight08
Positive Vibes
Barry's eyes fluttered open, he took a moment to stare at the roof, examining the panels of the material. He didn't often take the time to do so, but he felt something. Finally, he rolled out of the bed. Took a lengthy shower seeing as he had gotten up earlier than usual, dressed himself in a casual outfit before he made his way downstairs. He was surprised to find the residence, empty. The house was never empty at his time. He raised an eyebrow pouring himself a cup of coffee and simply stepping outside. Nothing really looked out of the ordinary, until he narrowed his eyes. The sky was cloudy, but it was still as light as it would be if the sun was out. It was Earth, he knew that he was where he should be. A chill went down his spine, things were off.
AudreyElisabeth
Not a Serial Killer
Ivy was sitting, leaning against the cold brick wall watching down the street for Harley to emerge. It had been such a long, dark night that she was looking forward to some company. It was an odd morning. Nothing on the streets but the occasional bird and a garbage bag that fluttered down the street as the wind swept around it. Even for as early as it was, there was usually an occasional cyclist or car that past by. But waiting for Harley to arrive to plan the big scheme was helping the quiet morning pass by.
Pyosimros
☆☆☆
"Ugh... Stupid alarm die!" Barbara shouted as she pressed her face against the pillow and slamming her alarm clock repeatedly until she finally reached the snooze button. "Hey Babs you alright up there!?" A voice called out from below. It was one of her roommates. Nice people to live with though she has to deal with the usual scatter of plastic cups that used to be filled with alcohol. "I'm okay!" She called over to them and slowly got up from her bed and rubbed her eyes. The next 10 minutes was her usual routine. Get dressed, eat breakfast, check Instagram, and finally. "I'm getting a coffee!" Barbara declared and headed out.
Aevum
Alive in the Fire
Correctional officer Jamie French was a simple man. He woke up, came to work, and went home to his wife and three month old. He paid his taxes, walked his dog, and occasionally went out with the boys to bitch about the lasted home game outing.
He was living the American Dream. Soon he would had saved enough money to buy a house, a cupcake pink one, with a white picket fence, just like his old lady wanted. He'd teach his son the perfect fast ball, and would be envyed by those less fortunate.
Oh yes. Under that simple exterior, Mr. French had ambition. Complexity. Pizzaz.
Similar to this concept was the old radio he kept at his control station. On the outside, dull and unremarkable, but beneath it's surface laid the foundation for the miraculous electronic ecosystem that allowed sweet, sweet music to course through its waves.
A soft female voice croons from the radios depths:
"Why can't I be more conventional? People talk, people stare, so I try..."
By now it would had been impossible not to notice the lingering and abrupt sparks shocking out from the destroyed control console.
"But that's not for me, because I can't see..My kind of crazy world go passing me by..."
Officer French laid slack against the far wall, head hanging as if it was a branch trying to remove itself from a tree.
His mouth and cheeks had been severely cut, into a maniacal smile that spread to his ears. Sinew, flesh and teeth were exposed from under the flapping skin.
"So let people wonder, let em laugh, let em frown...You know I'll love you til the moon's upside down.."
On the wall in which Officer French spent his final moments, lay a message. A scribe, and a prophecy, and French had the opportunity, nay, privilege to have it written in his blood. The message was simple. A wide crescent forming the essential piece of a smile, adorned by two bloody hand prints for eyes. Fingers make great lashes, you know?
"Don't you remember? I was always your clown..Why try and change me now?"
From the depths and bleeding Hallows of Arkham Asylum, The Joker gave his final punchline.
'....Ah..Ha...Ha...Ha..Haaaaa"
He was living the American Dream. Soon he would had saved enough money to buy a house, a cupcake pink one, with a white picket fence, just like his old lady wanted. He'd teach his son the perfect fast ball, and would be envyed by those less fortunate.
Oh yes. Under that simple exterior, Mr. French had ambition. Complexity. Pizzaz.
Similar to this concept was the old radio he kept at his control station. On the outside, dull and unremarkable, but beneath it's surface laid the foundation for the miraculous electronic ecosystem that allowed sweet, sweet music to course through its waves.
A soft female voice croons from the radios depths:
"Why can't I be more conventional? People talk, people stare, so I try..."
By now it would had been impossible not to notice the lingering and abrupt sparks shocking out from the destroyed control console.
"But that's not for me, because I can't see..My kind of crazy world go passing me by..."
Officer French laid slack against the far wall, head hanging as if it was a branch trying to remove itself from a tree.
His mouth and cheeks had been severely cut, into a maniacal smile that spread to his ears. Sinew, flesh and teeth were exposed from under the flapping skin.
"So let people wonder, let em laugh, let em frown...You know I'll love you til the moon's upside down.."
On the wall in which Officer French spent his final moments, lay a message. A scribe, and a prophecy, and French had the opportunity, nay, privilege to have it written in his blood. The message was simple. A wide crescent forming the essential piece of a smile, adorned by two bloody hand prints for eyes. Fingers make great lashes, you know?
"Don't you remember? I was always your clown..Why try and change me now?"
From the depths and bleeding Hallows of Arkham Asylum, The Joker gave his final punchline.
'....Ah..Ha...Ha...Ha..Haaaaa"
RubyRose
Ace Character - Final 4
Harley Quinn slid briskly out of the alleyway, the silence before the dawn making her smile stretch even wider than normal. Peaceful moments like this made her want to giggle and disrupt harmony, but she refrained. It was best not to draw attention to herself considering she had just escaped a chase from the cops. It was actually kind of odd. One moment she was using her ninja abilities to be extra sinister and hide in the shadows and the next moment... well the next moment the sirens were passing her and that was that. She still grinned, placing it upon her own fantastic skills that they had missed her but she had also been hoping to be caught so that she could put her charm to good use.
At this rate, though, if she didn't pick up her pace she'd be late for her meeting with her dearest cohort besides Mr. J.
"Ivyyyyy." Harely said once she spotted the woman in green. "Sorry about being so late. I had to lose some particularly troublesome baggage." She said, smile wide and toothy as she took in her dearest friend. "You're looking particularly toxic, this morning! So... what is this marvelous plan that you had?"
At this rate, though, if she didn't pick up her pace she'd be late for her meeting with her dearest cohort besides Mr. J.
"Ivyyyyy." Harely said once she spotted the woman in green. "Sorry about being so late. I had to lose some particularly troublesome baggage." She said, smile wide and toothy as she took in her dearest friend. "You're looking particularly toxic, this morning! So... what is this marvelous plan that you had?"
jmcknight08
Positive Vibes
Barry walked for a few steps, taking in the odd atmosphere of the morning. He glanced at his watch, the traffic didn't match up. He wondered where Iris and Joe were, he ditched his cup of coffee then moved into a run. The speeds he reached were what put his mind to rest, he ran faster than any normal human could run, faster than the cars and trucks that covered the streets, he was the fastest man alive, running at the unbelievable pace he was at, he found himself stopping on the top of the highest building he could find. He checked his watch once more, he'd killed a whole twenty-two short seconds.
Part of him wished he could just live in the scarlet suit and get away from normal everyday life. He felt it was so much simpler to just run around and save lives. He heard sirens in the distance, making his way to the edge of the building he scanned the city for the distinguishing red and blue lights but couldn't quite see them. The man ran a hand through his hair before removing his civilian clothes and pulling up the hood and mask of the costume before rushing towards the sirens.
Part of him wished he could just live in the scarlet suit and get away from normal everyday life. He felt it was so much simpler to just run around and save lives. He heard sirens in the distance, making his way to the edge of the building he scanned the city for the distinguishing red and blue lights but couldn't quite see them. The man ran a hand through his hair before removing his civilian clothes and pulling up the hood and mask of the costume before rushing towards the sirens.
AudreyElisabeth
Not a Serial Killer
Ivy sees Harley turn out of the alley. Moving so sly and so brisk, she admires the way that she glides across the pavement.
She greets Harley with a warm smile and a close hug. "And you my dear, are looking positively mental."
Ivy always found Harley to be positively intriguing, an intelligent woman with an M.D. But thought that her acceptance of the Jokers abusiveness was a cry for help. And although she found the Joker to be disgusting, she wanted to be there for Harley, so she accepted him to stay close to her.
"Why don't I show you to my latest hideout? It is an abandoned house not too far from here. I'll be able to show you blueprints and discuss everything in private." Ivy had been thinking long and hard about what the next step in the plan for the burglary at the Gotham Museum, home of the biggest science lab in the city. But because the plan was so huge, she did not feel comfortable discussing such public.
She greets Harley with a warm smile and a close hug. "And you my dear, are looking positively mental."
Ivy always found Harley to be positively intriguing, an intelligent woman with an M.D. But thought that her acceptance of the Jokers abusiveness was a cry for help. And although she found the Joker to be disgusting, she wanted to be there for Harley, so she accepted him to stay close to her.
"Why don't I show you to my latest hideout? It is an abandoned house not too far from here. I'll be able to show you blueprints and discuss everything in private." Ivy had been thinking long and hard about what the next step in the plan for the burglary at the Gotham Museum, home of the biggest science lab in the city. But because the plan was so huge, she did not feel comfortable discussing such public.
RubyRose
Ace Character - Final 4
Harley giggled at Ivy's comment, accepting the hug with open arms and keeping one arm around the girl's shoulders when she pulled away. "Mental? Dang... I was going for Psychotic." She teased, her voice light and tittering as she walked with a slight skip to her step beside Ivy. Things were very quiet once again and Harley did not like that one bit so she made sure to stomp her foot at every step, splashing up water whenever a puddle came into range- barely heeding if it splashed against Ivy or not. Her friend wouldn't mind, right? Being a plant lover she must also love the water, right?
"New hideout! Your hideouts have to be my second favorite, right behind Mr. J's!" She said brightly. "He really is an absolute genius, you know." She added, not for the first time and certainly not for the last. "He's got this town and the Batman eating out of the palm of his hand!" She said, her voice continuing to be cheerful and upbeat as she thought of the man. He had been the one to open her eyes to the real side of life; to what it meant to really be living on the edge. It was an exhilarating experience.
"So, my rather poisonous friend, how was your evening? Full of greenery and 'long live the plants' I hope?"
"New hideout! Your hideouts have to be my second favorite, right behind Mr. J's!" She said brightly. "He really is an absolute genius, you know." She added, not for the first time and certainly not for the last. "He's got this town and the Batman eating out of the palm of his hand!" She said, her voice continuing to be cheerful and upbeat as she thought of the man. He had been the one to open her eyes to the real side of life; to what it meant to really be living on the edge. It was an exhilarating experience.
"So, my rather poisonous friend, how was your evening? Full of greenery and 'long live the plants' I hope?"
AudreyElisabeth
Not a Serial Killer
"Oh, well I am terribly sorry for the mistake. You are the most psychotic, I've ever met. And I mean that in the most flattering ways" Ivy smiles at Harley while they walk beside one another down the quiet street.
"The hideout is similar to the last, abandoned and covered in plants." Ivy replied as she admired Harley stomping in puddles to fill the emptiness of the world. She is something else, always so cheerful. Ivy thought about the time they met, similar to the crime they were about to commit.
Ivy was then pulled out of her dream world when Harley asks about her night.
She looks ahead and replies, "It was another night, coming up with the perfect plan for the Museum. And how was your night? Up to no good as always, I assume." Ivy continues to think of the first night that they met, Harley using her own toxins against the police to make a quick getaway. Partners-in-crime ever since.
The pair turn down a dead end and begin to cross into a gated property with a big sign on the front that says Hazardous Material, Keep Out.
"The hideout is similar to the last, abandoned and covered in plants." Ivy replied as she admired Harley stomping in puddles to fill the emptiness of the world. She is something else, always so cheerful. Ivy thought about the time they met, similar to the crime they were about to commit.
Ivy was then pulled out of her dream world when Harley asks about her night.
She looks ahead and replies, "It was another night, coming up with the perfect plan for the Museum. And how was your night? Up to no good as always, I assume." Ivy continues to think of the first night that they met, Harley using her own toxins against the police to make a quick getaway. Partners-in-crime ever since.
The pair turn down a dead end and begin to cross into a gated property with a big sign on the front that says Hazardous Material, Keep Out.
RubyRose
Ace Character - Final 4
"It is, of course, taken in the most flattering of ways." Harley giggled. She gave a bow, dragging Ivy down with her, before straightening up the both of them once more. "Plants. Of course. I wouldn't expect anything less then seeing your leafy creations around your home." Harley said, still grateful for the plants and how they had saved them that very first night. Like Ivy had assumed then, it would be the start of a beautiful friendship and Harley couldn't have agreed more now that she and Ivy had truly begun working together. They were pulling off plans and schemes right under the old bat's nose for a couple weeks now and she was walking on clouds. Mr. J was certainly proud of her achievements, even if they were minor and not quite yet 'villain of the year' schemes, they were still getting away with more and more than what the Joker had successfully in the past couple weeks.
"I love your welcome sign." Harley pointed out, releasing Ivy to run forward and playfully model the sign the way the women on the TV's would model a car. "Very glamorous. It just screams you." She said before returning to Ivy's side. "And I must say, I like what you've done with the place. Not that I've ever been here before but I'm sure it's an improvement." She said, poking a leaf sprouting from one of many green tendrils rolling up the building.
Safely inside, Harley danced around the room, looking at papers laid out on tables and some of the more 'loved' looking plants that were in pots around the warehouse. "Look at all these plans. We are going to pull of the heist of the century! We're going to have our names up in lights and even the Batman won't be able to stop us!" Harley said, throwing her hands in the air in a rainbow arc as she pictured 'Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, Super Villains of the Century' in the newspaper headlines. "Would your name go first or mine?" She asked randomly, not even taking the time to explain what she had meant by that.
"I love your welcome sign." Harley pointed out, releasing Ivy to run forward and playfully model the sign the way the women on the TV's would model a car. "Very glamorous. It just screams you." She said before returning to Ivy's side. "And I must say, I like what you've done with the place. Not that I've ever been here before but I'm sure it's an improvement." She said, poking a leaf sprouting from one of many green tendrils rolling up the building.
Safely inside, Harley danced around the room, looking at papers laid out on tables and some of the more 'loved' looking plants that were in pots around the warehouse. "Look at all these plans. We are going to pull of the heist of the century! We're going to have our names up in lights and even the Batman won't be able to stop us!" Harley said, throwing her hands in the air in a rainbow arc as she pictured 'Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, Super Villains of the Century' in the newspaper headlines. "Would your name go first or mine?" She asked randomly, not even taking the time to explain what she had meant by that.
Aevum
Alive in the Fire
In truth, it had been some time since his extravagant escape from Arkham. Days. Weeks. Months. Dare we say years? Nothing was certain, aside from the fact the reigning Clown Prince of Crime had been able to stand on a public sidewalk, and not be given the courtesy of even a minor scream of horror.
He had many moments like this. Joker had thought that perhaps he had finally cracked. Perhaps the memories of the bat were all a figment of his psychosis.
Perhaps he had truly deserved to be locked away.
These moments forced him into unwanted moments of clarity, and reason. The bat wasn't fake. He may had seen the Batman as an extension of himself, but he was as tangible as you or me.
Something was simply off. Civilians were too at ease, like sedated sheep. A finger traced the scars running his cheeks, the top of a pink tongue slipping out to moisten his lips.
He needed to find Harley. At best, she'd have answers. At worst? Pills.
He had many moments like this. Joker had thought that perhaps he had finally cracked. Perhaps the memories of the bat were all a figment of his psychosis.
Perhaps he had truly deserved to be locked away.
These moments forced him into unwanted moments of clarity, and reason. The bat wasn't fake. He may had seen the Batman as an extension of himself, but he was as tangible as you or me.
Something was simply off. Civilians were too at ease, like sedated sheep. A finger traced the scars running his cheeks, the top of a pink tongue slipping out to moisten his lips.
He needed to find Harley. At best, she'd have answers. At worst? Pills.
Pyosimros
☆☆☆
As Barbara navigated through Gotham to get to a coffee shop, she pulled out her phone. For some reason she felt as though there won't be any crime today, but crime was everywhere. It wasn't that big of a deal to Barbara however, since she would rather drink a cup of coffee then save lives. Nah I'm kidding, She smiled to herself and pulled out her sunglasses. Putting them on, the city blew bright blue and it began scanning anything in her vision. Sometimes, extra precautions were necessary or she would be shot and crippled again by a freak with pale white skin and scars. And now I hit on reflex whenever someone's right in front of a door I open, She sighed. Now focusing on the road ahead of her, she noticed she was near the shop with her phone out. When...? Whatever, She thought and opened the door. Chirotera... My safe haven until this place gets robbed.
jmcknight08
Positive Vibes
Finally finding the sirens, he slowed his pace to see that they too had slowed down, shutting off their lights. What ever it was they must have lost them. Barry ran ahead, wondering what they could have been chasing. He felt warmth at the feet of his suit from the friction, a side effect of being able to run so fast. He was a streak of red with yellow lightning, the impossible. He wondered how it was so quiet, there was usually at least a few baddies up to no good.
Pyosimros
☆☆☆
Hey can you get me something too? Thanks. 
"Okay then..." Barbara mumbled as she saw the text. At some point she would stop being the slave among the three roommates she has. "Welcome to-"
"Medium soy latte. Large filter. A double expresso, long..." She stared at her phone for a few seconds before looking up. "Yah that's it," Barbara finished and gave a short but slow nod. Resting on a chair, she stared at her contacts. Who should I talk to? Bruce doesn't keep a conversation well. Dick's doing random spy work, I don't feel like texting a teen, Damien's only like. Ten? And Jason just sucks in general, She sighed and put her phone away. "I need to make more friends," She mumbled and tapped on the table a few times in boredom.
"Okay then..." Barbara mumbled as she saw the text. At some point she would stop being the slave among the three roommates she has. "Welcome to-"
"Medium soy latte. Large filter. A double expresso, long..." She stared at her phone for a few seconds before looking up. "Yah that's it," Barbara finished and gave a short but slow nod. Resting on a chair, she stared at her contacts. Who should I talk to? Bruce doesn't keep a conversation well. Dick's doing random spy work, I don't feel like texting a teen, Damien's only like. Ten? And Jason just sucks in general, She sighed and put her phone away. "I need to make more friends," She mumbled and tapped on the table a few times in boredom.
AudreyElisabeth
Not a Serial Killer
Ivy smiles and shakes her head at Harley, "Your name may go first, my dear." Ivy then grabs the blueprints to the museum and brings them over to the empty table.
"Coffee?" She asks Harley as she unrolls the plans. Ivy points out the entrance that they will enter from, "I will go first and distract the security guard with one of these." She holds up a vial of pink toxin, the smoke moves around with small pink glittery specks.
"Then we will move through this hallway, and the door to the lab should be on the left. Using the card from the guard, we should have full access and be able to enter without setting off any alarms." Ivy smiles and moves across the floor to pour herself a cup of coffee. "So, what do you think?"
"Coffee?" She asks Harley as she unrolls the plans. Ivy points out the entrance that they will enter from, "I will go first and distract the security guard with one of these." She holds up a vial of pink toxin, the smoke moves around with small pink glittery specks.
"Then we will move through this hallway, and the door to the lab should be on the left. Using the card from the guard, we should have full access and be able to enter without setting off any alarms." Ivy smiles and moves across the floor to pour herself a cup of coffee. "So, what do you think?"
RubyRose
Ace Character - Final 4
"Great!" Harley remarked, glad to have her name go first. It never really did. Not when the Joker was around, anyway. She was lucky if she even got mentioned while around him. But he sure was a swell guy, Harley couldn't hold it against him if his genius tossed her to the curb every now and then. When Ivy offered coffee, Harley shook her head, making the bells on her jester hat jingle. "Nope." She added in case Ivy hadn't seen her decline. Harley giggled when Ivy held up the pink toxin. "You don't even need that to beat those dumb old security guards. You've got all the dogs drooling over you, all you have to do is whistle and they'll lie down."
"We go in, we go out, and no fireworks? Oh Ivy, what's the fun in that?" Harley teased but she had to acknowledge it was a very good plan. "I think there won't be anyone who can stop us! We'll be the most feared villains of the century! Our names won't only be up in lights, they'll go down in history!"
"We go in, we go out, and no fireworks? Oh Ivy, what's the fun in that?" Harley teased but she had to acknowledge it was a very good plan. "I think there won't be anyone who can stop us! We'll be the most feared villains of the century! Our names won't only be up in lights, they'll go down in history!"
AudreyElisabeth
Not a Serial Killer
"Oh Harley, you and your bells." Ivy grinned and walked back over towards her. "Well then, Where is Mr. J? Not going to step in and ruin plans is he? You never did get back to me about what you were up to last night?" Ivy plopped down in her chair, throwing her legs up and over the arm of the chair and crossing them at her ankles. "I think the plan is pretty much bat proof. We should be in and out without drawing the attention from the unwanted. If we must, I have a surprise to go out with a bang" Ivy winks and grins at Harley then takes a sip of her coffee. "So tonight then, we will make our way down to the museum and get what is mine."
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Pyosimros
☆☆☆
"Hey! Those people are robbing that ATM!" A voice shouting and everyone started looking out of window. "Seriously? What time is it? It's like... It's too earlyyyy," Barbara sighed and put her hand on her face. Hold up... Batgirl's comin', She thought to herself and went into the washroom. Okay so... Jacket obviously... Gloves... Boots... She looked up for a second. Wow okay no one's coming in, She finished that thought with putting on her mask. Hopping out the window, she heard the sound of fighting. "Don't worry! Batgirl's here-"
"Woah some guy in a green future lookin' Batman costume beat them up!" Someone started pointing at Terry. "Uh. Yah thanks. Gotta run! Well fly I mean," Terry said and activated his rocket boots. "Dick? Dick pick up. Everything looks all... 70 years ago old," He explained looking at all the old fashioned buildings from around the same time Bruce was still Batman. "Hello? Pick up c'mon now! Don't tell me you're sleeping right now."
"Woah some guy in a green future lookin' Batman costume beat them up!" Someone started pointing at Terry. "Uh. Yah thanks. Gotta run! Well fly I mean," Terry said and activated his rocket boots. "Dick? Dick pick up. Everything looks all... 70 years ago old," He explained looking at all the old fashioned buildings from around the same time Bruce was still Batman. "Hello? Pick up c'mon now! Don't tell me you're sleeping right now."
RubyRose
Ace Character - Final 4
"Mr. J's been in Arkham jail forrrrrr... a really long time now." Harly said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Ok, Ivy, you caught me. I was trying to figure out a way to break him out again but the old Bat was on to me before I could so much as step into the jail." She said, her hat drooping as she pouted. "He's been cooped up in that prison for soooo long. Just think how happy he'll be when he comes out to find me a success! Maybe our next trick, after the museum, will be to break him out!?" She watched as Ivy moved to take a seat, and she herself found a table. She cleared space on a table and hopped up onto it across from Ivy, her feet swinging back and forth as she watched the woman in green.
"You know, I hope Bats tries to interfere so that he can go out with a bang." She said, giggling at the thought. Oh how wonderful would it be for the Joker to get out of jail and discover that not only has Harley kept up the crime rates, she had also destroyed his enemy. It would be absolutely perfect... She truly hoped he would show up. She knew Ivy's types of 'bangs' and they were always such a beautiful and destructive event. Ivy had a gift and Harley could only respect it.
"And don't forget, I want the Harlequin Diamond!" Harley reminded. It was the very gem she had tried to make off with when she had met Ivy, and she really wanted it. Especially since the last time she had seen the Joker he had seemed inclined to believe that Harley was of no worth to him. Well she'd show him! The big lug needed her around! "But yes, tonight we will take what is yours, and mine, and if that Bat sticks his nose in then we'll blow him to smithereens!"
"You know, I hope Bats tries to interfere so that he can go out with a bang." She said, giggling at the thought. Oh how wonderful would it be for the Joker to get out of jail and discover that not only has Harley kept up the crime rates, she had also destroyed his enemy. It would be absolutely perfect... She truly hoped he would show up. She knew Ivy's types of 'bangs' and they were always such a beautiful and destructive event. Ivy had a gift and Harley could only respect it.
"And don't forget, I want the Harlequin Diamond!" Harley reminded. It was the very gem she had tried to make off with when she had met Ivy, and she really wanted it. Especially since the last time she had seen the Joker he had seemed inclined to believe that Harley was of no worth to him. Well she'd show him! The big lug needed her around! "But yes, tonight we will take what is yours, and mine, and if that Bat sticks his nose in then we'll blow him to smithereens!"
jmcknight08
Positive Vibes
The sound of fighting is the next thing Barry heard. He stopped in his tracks, trying to pinpoint where the noises were coming from. He bolted in the direction he figured, approaching the scene with little caution. He saw a girl dressed in an outfit just as rediculous as his, mask and everything. He narrowed his eyes, the scarlet speedster stopped running, curious to see what would unfold.
Pyosimros
☆☆☆
In a few seconds, Barbara saw the Flash appear out of no where. "Hey uh... I totally beat them up," She shrugged and walked over to the unconscious robbers. Tying each one of them up, she heard a voice inside calling. "Order for Barbara? Barbara!?" Aw crap I can't take my drinks with my hero wear on... She sighed and looked over at the hero. "Um... Hi?" She gave him a short confused wave while he finished up tying the last person.
jmcknight08
Positive Vibes
"Uh, yeah." Barry chuckled, dealing with the unconscious men. He always beat the policemen but he wondered why they still hadn't arrived. There were still some stares from inside buildings and across the street, but that was nothing out of the ordinary.
He was impressed with the girl, now looking and taking in her costume. Bat themed, a female batman, batgirl. He never got to interact with all that many other heroes, so he was quite interested in how this would go.
"Hi." he replied, awkwardly.
He was impressed with the girl, now looking and taking in her costume. Bat themed, a female batman, batgirl. He never got to interact with all that many other heroes, so he was quite interested in how this would go.
"Hi." he replied, awkwardly.
Pyosimros
☆☆☆
"So. What's a world renowned hero from Central City doing in a place like this?" Barbara asked him and she placed she hands on her hips. Pacing around a little bit, one behind him she whipped out her phone and grabbed him. "Boop!" She quickly smiled for the camera and took the picture. "Sorry uh... Gotta get the followers something other then knocked out villains," Barbara explained and she let him go gently.
jmcknight08
Positive Vibes
Barry was surprised by the enthusiam the girl showcased. He wondered if she would introduce herself outside of the mask, would he even do that? Enough people knew his identity already. He scratched the back of his head, is gloved hand meeting more of the material from his costume. Once he let his arm fall back to a natural position, he looked at her and shrugged, what was he doing here?
He tried to play it all cool, but was sure that his awkward and obviously unsure attitude shone through, "I'm just, you know, around."
He tried to play it all cool, but was sure that his awkward and obviously unsure attitude shone through, "I'm just, you know, around."
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