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flightylittledingdong[Bats asked for his help.
Bruce asking for help is so incredibly rare; Bruce asking for his help is even rarer. Not that Wally really thinks it's absurd; he's the fastest man alive, there's not a whole lot he can't do. If Batman was looking to get this deal crashed quickly, it kind of makes sense to come to him. Then again, just about anybody else in the League would've been just as good. Maybe it's personal? Maybe Clark and Diana were busy?
Of course, it's also in Bludhaven, which as far as Wally knows isn't exactly within Bruce's stomping grounds. Maybe the drugs are headed for Gotham streets?
Arrrgh, this is why he leaves all the abstract thinking to Bruce and J'onn and whoever felt like taking a crack at it. It's not his forte. His forte is doing and there is stuff that needs to be done so he's gonna go do it. Annnnd there's his exit, 276 on I-78, hang a left, left, right- oops backtrack left, over to the docks, skid to a stop behind the containers to muffle the sound and bad guys, twelve o'clock sharp. Definitely a big drug deal; closed freight crates with CONFIDENTIAL across the front, these guys aren't even trying to hide it.
Wally hops from foot to foot. Where the heck is Bruce?
Money changes hands but it looks like it's not enough for certain parties. The Flash hears a gun k-click as it cocks and hey, Bats can catch up. Kids who are late to the party don't get any cake.]
Whoa whoa whoa, gentlemen! Can't we resolve this peacefully? [Wally will probably never stop getting a kick out of appearing in the middle of what was assumed to be a closed conversation. He takes the handgun apart in a blur of speed and drops the pieces at his feet.] No need to get out your toys.
[Half of the guys reach into their coats and the other half go scrambling for their weapons while the bosses run for their cars. Predictable.
What isn't predictable -and what Wally doesn't see- is Brutale lurking just in the shadows, scalpels already between his fingers as he lines up the shot to sever Wally's spinal cord. What's a speedster who can't run, right?]
Bruce asking for help is so incredibly rare; Bruce asking for his help is even rarer. Not that Wally really thinks it's absurd; he's the fastest man alive, there's not a whole lot he can't do. If Batman was looking to get this deal crashed quickly, it kind of makes sense to come to him. Then again, just about anybody else in the League would've been just as good. Maybe it's personal? Maybe Clark and Diana were busy?
Of course, it's also in Bludhaven, which as far as Wally knows isn't exactly within Bruce's stomping grounds. Maybe the drugs are headed for Gotham streets?
Arrrgh, this is why he leaves all the abstract thinking to Bruce and J'onn and whoever felt like taking a crack at it. It's not his forte. His forte is doing and there is stuff that needs to be done so he's gonna go do it. Annnnd there's his exit, 276 on I-78, hang a left, left, right- oops backtrack left, over to the docks, skid to a stop behind the containers to muffle the sound and bad guys, twelve o'clock sharp. Definitely a big drug deal; closed freight crates with CONFIDENTIAL across the front, these guys aren't even trying to hide it.
Wally hops from foot to foot. Where the heck is Bruce?
Money changes hands but it looks like it's not enough for certain parties. The Flash hears a gun k-click as it cocks and hey, Bats can catch up. Kids who are late to the party don't get any cake.]
Whoa whoa whoa, gentlemen! Can't we resolve this peacefully? [Wally will probably never stop getting a kick out of appearing in the middle of what was assumed to be a closed conversation. He takes the handgun apart in a blur of speed and drops the pieces at his feet.] No need to get out your toys.
[Half of the guys reach into their coats and the other half go scrambling for their weapons while the bosses run for their cars. Predictable.
What isn't predictable -and what Wally doesn't see- is Brutale lurking just in the shadows, scalpels already between his fingers as he lines up the shot to sever Wally's spinal cord. What's a speedster who can't run, right?]
