002.nd Flash - [action]
[ It's rare for Wally to want to be something he's not. As hard as the job of a superhero is and as much as he hates not being able to be more in one place at once, everything always turned out for the best by the end of the day. Even if it didn't, there was always Batman to keep peace during the night.
Batman. That's the problem.
For most of the Justice League, Batman is an inspiration, a great hero and a founding member. After going through all those messes together, Flash began to think of him as a friend. It's not that Batman doesn't care, really. He looks tense and cold because that's how he solves all the problems. Sometimes, being a hero isn't about dazzling bright enough to burn away all the problems. Wally can't help but think that Batman understands it the best.
That might be why his first thought about Batman leaving is that he'd like nothing more than for the guy to be back somehow. It's really selfish and too much to ask for, but he can't help it. Even the familiar voice in his communicator would be nice.
Unfortunately for Wally, Luceti is sometimes prone to interpreting wishes really differently.
So what does this mean for Luceti? It means that one wonderful weekend, they'll walk outside and come across... ]
[ ...sitting on the railing of a bridge, his feet dangling above the streaming water, and eating nachos from a recently unpacked bag.
Seeing as it's common knowledge that Batman Does Not Eat Nachos, there clearly is something wrong here. Question is, is there a soul brave enough to approach and find out? ]
******
[ Later into the night, Wally decides to muster his courage and do what Batman would - go on a patrol. Unfortunately, he isn't Batman and his schedule really isn't adjusted to patrolling the streets at night. He's tired, a bit sleepy, more than a little hungry and not particularly accustomed to the dark. This makes more for comedy than an intimidating Dark Knight.
So really, when you notice a shadow sitting on your rooftop, it won't be a pointy-eared blur moving out of sight. It will be Batman standing in the middle of the moonlit roof and stretching with a big yawn.
But hey, at least he looks friendlier than Batman usually does. Maybe he can be bothered. ]
******
[ It's a wonderful Sunday morning and, believe it or not, the embarrassment of being stuck as a really bad version of Batman during one weekend has more or less worn off in a week. It did give him something to think about, which is why Wally casually opens his journal and, with a sandwich half-stuck in his mouth, begins to talk. ]
You know, life around here moves really slow whenever those experiments aren't happening. I was born and raised in a big city, so I dunno if this is normal for a village or a small town. Is it?
[ He swallows down the sandwich before continuing. ]
And do any of you have any tips on how to adjust to this slower life?
[OOC: Oh boy, did this post turn out huge! I intended to post the first half of it way back during the event last week, but my health and real life got in the way. Still, I'd rather backdate than discard a good idea completely.
Feel free to comment to any of the three scenarios! I'll keep up somehow. ]
Batman. That's the problem.
For most of the Justice League, Batman is an inspiration, a great hero and a founding member. After going through all those messes together, Flash began to think of him as a friend. It's not that Batman doesn't care, really. He looks tense and cold because that's how he solves all the problems. Sometimes, being a hero isn't about dazzling bright enough to burn away all the problems. Wally can't help but think that Batman understands it the best.
That might be why his first thought about Batman leaving is that he'd like nothing more than for the guy to be back somehow. It's really selfish and too much to ask for, but he can't help it. Even the familiar voice in his communicator would be nice.
Unfortunately for Wally, Luceti is sometimes prone to interpreting wishes really differently.
So what does this mean for Luceti? It means that one wonderful weekend, they'll walk outside and come across... ]
[ ...sitting on the railing of a bridge, his feet dangling above the streaming water, and eating nachos from a recently unpacked bag.
Seeing as it's common knowledge that Batman Does Not Eat Nachos, there clearly is something wrong here. Question is, is there a soul brave enough to approach and find out? ]
******
[ Later into the night, Wally decides to muster his courage and do what Batman would - go on a patrol. Unfortunately, he isn't Batman and his schedule really isn't adjusted to patrolling the streets at night. He's tired, a bit sleepy, more than a little hungry and not particularly accustomed to the dark. This makes more for comedy than an intimidating Dark Knight.
So really, when you notice a shadow sitting on your rooftop, it won't be a pointy-eared blur moving out of sight. It will be Batman standing in the middle of the moonlit roof and stretching with a big yawn.
But hey, at least he looks friendlier than Batman usually does. Maybe he can be bothered. ]
******
[ It's a wonderful Sunday morning and, believe it or not, the embarrassment of being stuck as a really bad version of Batman during one weekend has more or less worn off in a week. It did give him something to think about, which is why Wally casually opens his journal and, with a sandwich half-stuck in his mouth, begins to talk. ]
You know, life around here moves really slow whenever those experiments aren't happening. I was born and raised in a big city, so I dunno if this is normal for a village or a small town. Is it?
[ He swallows down the sandwich before continuing. ]
And do any of you have any tips on how to adjust to this slower life?
[OOC: Oh boy, did this post turn out huge! I intended to post the first half of it way back during the event last week, but my health and real life got in the way. Still, I'd rather backdate than discard a good idea completely.
Feel free to comment to any of the three scenarios! I'll keep up somehow. ]