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DC Universe: Flash - 1.6 - Tricks and Pranks, Part One
So feeling the mode after that beatdown Inertia gave me. Another future speedster, risking their own existence by traveling back in time. Not sure how to feel about it. While he's a jerk, he's also right. I'm trying to fill the void Wally left behind when he disappeared, but failing. A pretender... But I'm not too worried, as I'll bounce back from this pretty quickly. Inertia, now that's a crash name, though the mention of him makes me want to knock that smug grin off his face, but what can ya do? Time to go home.
Takes a minute, as the Flash Museum is quite far from home, but I arrive with the classic woosh sound.
"Welcome home Bart! Wait, why does it look like you just got hit by a truck, with the suit on, no less?" Barry inquires, as I stop in the middle of the room, with the flash suit still on.
"Uh, well, I kind of did." I pause for a second, before continuing. "Someone named Inertia. Won't lie, he got me pretty good. Not sure why he's after me though, didn't really give me much of an explanation there."
"They rarely do. Makes them seem more threatening, even if they aren't. I'll check at CCPD for any further sightings of Inertia. For now, you should get your homework done, and lay low."
"You mean this homework?" Quickly pulling out the worksheet, and filling in the blanks, before handing it off to Barry.
"Wrong, wrong, oh, that one's right. C'mon Bart, you have to actually try in your classes. Otherwise, they'll call us again, and do we really want to go through that?"
"No, not really... My ear's still ringing from the last lecture principle Tremain gave. Ya, I know I should be. I just never had to worry about using logs in the 30th century. The mathematics, sciences, and everything is just so ancient when compared to what I'm used to. So not crash!"
"I know, but since you are here, in the 21st century, these are things you need to know, especially since you'll be sticking around."
"Alright, alright! I'll hit the books, and do it at regular speed!" I say, walking up the stairs to my room. Now in my room, I pace around for a good 30 minutes before I actually start working on my homework. Awh man, this is already taking so long.. But I already said I would do it normally. Two hours later, and I'm finally done, just in time for dinner.
"Lasagna! My favourite!" I grin from ear to ear, as I'm chowing down on this delicious food.
"Delicious!" I try to say with my mouth full, with two thumbs up.
"Bart!" Iris says, as some of the lasagna falls out of my mouth, and back onto the plate.
"Right, sorry. Speaking with food in my mouth is a bad thing. Anyways, I'm gonna go on patrol. Need to boost my spirits after what happened earlier." Finishing my meal, I run out the door.
"Flash, you there?" Albert's voice asks through the comms unit in my earpiece.
"Ya, what's up my dude?"
Albert: "There's a breakout in progress at Iron Heights. The culprits don't seem to be metahuman though."
"Should be a piece of cake then! I'll go check it out." With that, I make my way to Iron Heights. It doesn't take me long before I arrive at the scene. Skipping their way out of the prison, is Axel Walker, and Skylar Clarke, the guards behind them encased in gum.
"Trickster and Prank, together again. Sorry to crash, whatever this is, but you're going right back into that prison."
Prank "Ah, if it isn't the Flash! A little shorter than the last time, or maybe I've grown a lot in prison, but welcome! You're a little too late. Missed most of the fun already."
Trickster "She's right you know! I've thought up the perfect trick this time!
"Please tell me it's not the itching powder again! You know how long it took for me to get that out of my skin? A whole month!" I run up to Axel, and I hear this clicking noise, as I feel something attach to my left leg.
Trickster "Ooops! You better start running scarlet speedster! Kinetic bomb and all! Go below 700 miles an hour, and kablewy! You'll end up a red paste on the sidewalk! We wouldn't want that now, would we? Oh, and p. s, there's also a bomb somewhere in Central City. Anyways, until next time!" They fly away, with their rocket powered shoes, mocking me as they go by. Can't believe I fell for it again. It's really not my day today... Well, guess I better start running.
DC Universe: Flash - 1.6 - Tricks and Pranks, Part One
So feeling the mode after that beatdown Inertia gave me. Another future speedster, risking their own existence by traveling back in time. Not sure how to feel about it. While he's a jerk, he's also right. I'm trying to fill the void Wally left behind when he disappeared, but failing. A pretender... But I'm not too worried, as I'll bounce back from this pretty quickly. Inertia, now that's a crash name, though the mention of him makes me want to knock that smug grin off his face, but what can ya do? Time to go home.
Takes a minute, as the Flash Museum is quite far from home, but I arrive with the classic woosh sound.
"Welcome home Bart! Wait, why does it look like you just got hit by a truck, with the suit on, no less?" Barry inquires, as I stop in the middle of the room, with the flash suit still on.
"Uh, well, I kind of did." I pause for a second, before continuing. "Someone named Inertia. Won't lie, he got me pretty good. Not sure why he's after me though, didn't really give me much of an explanation there."
"They rarely do. Makes them seem more threatening, even if they aren't. I'll check at CCPD for any further sightings of Inertia. For now, you should get your homework done, and lay low."
"You mean this homework?" Quickly pulling out the worksheet, and filling in the blanks, before handing it off to Barry.
"Wrong, wrong, oh, that one's right. C'mon Bart, you have to actually try in your classes. Otherwise, they'll call us again, and do we really want to go through that?"
"No, not really... My ear's still ringing from the last lecture principle Tremain gave. Ya, I know I should be. I just never had to worry about using logs in the 30th century. The mathematics, sciences, and everything is just so ancient when compared to what I'm used to. So not crash!"
"I know, but since you are here, in the 21st century, these are things you need to know, especially since you'll be sticking around."
"Alright, alright! I'll hit the books, and do it at regular speed!" I say, walking up the stairs to my room. Now in my room, I pace around for a good 30 minutes before I actually start working on my homework. Awh man, this is already taking so long.. But I already said I would do it normally. Two hours later, and I'm finally done, just in time for dinner.
"Lasagna! My favourite!" I grin from ear to ear, as I'm chowing down on this delicious food.
"Delicious!" I try to say with my mouth full, with two thumbs up.
"Bart!" Iris says, as some of the lasagna falls out of my mouth, and back onto the plate.
"Right, sorry. Speaking with food in my mouth is a bad thing. Anyways, I'm gonna go on patrol. Need to boost my spirits after what happened earlier." Finishing my meal, I run out the door.
"Flash, you there?" Albert's voice asks through the comms unit in my earpiece.
"Ya, what's up my dude?"
Albert: "There's a breakout in progress at Iron Heights. The culprits don't seem to be metahuman though."
"Should be a piece of cake then! I'll go check it out." With that, I make my way to Iron Heights. It doesn't take me long before I arrive at the scene. Skipping their way out of the prison, is Axel Walker, and Skylar Clarke, the guards behind them encased in gum.
"Trickster and Prank, together again. Sorry to crash, whatever this is, but you're going right back into that prison."
Prank "Ah, if it isn't the Flash! A little shorter than the last time, or maybe I've grown a lot in prison, but welcome! You're a little too late. Missed most of the fun already."
Trickster "She's right you know! I've thought up the perfect trick this time!
"Please tell me it's not the itching powder again! You know how long it took for me to get that out of my skin? A whole month!" I run up to Axel, and I hear this clicking noise, as I feel something attach to my left leg.
Trickster "Ooops! You better start running scarlet speedster! Kinetic bomb and all! Go below 700 miles an hour, and kablewy! You'll end up a red paste on the sidewalk! We wouldn't want that now, would we? Oh, and p. s, there's also a bomb somewhere in Central City. Anyways, until next time!" They fly away, with their rocket powered shoes, mocking me as they go by. Can't believe I fell for it again. It's really not my day today... Well, guess I better start running.