The Brave and the Bold
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kippurbirdI was supposed to go Israeli Folk dancing to night, but it got canceled. So instead, I induldged in a plot bunny.
It's a Green Lantern/Flash-Lord of the Rings crossover.
“You realize,” Kyle said, “This is all your fault.” He hovered over the museum building that was being robbed, the Flash hovering by his side, covered in the green glow of his power ring. It was three in the morning. He hadn’t slept in three days working on things that were due tomorrow. Today actually. At twelve. And they still weren’t done. Yet for some reason he was out, with Wally doing the “crime-busting” thing. It didn’t start out that way, of course:
Nine that evening he was at home, surrounded in his papers and pencils. He had just gotten into that creative grove. The drawings were coming out, and they were coming out good. It looked like he actually might make the deadline. A very good thing. So of course, as according to Murphy, something went wrong. He got a knock on the door.
Answering it revealed the one, the only Wally West. The Flash. Grinning wider than the Cheshire cat, he leaned up against the door frame with the exhortation: “Boy’s night out!” Being the responsible person with a deadline that he was, Kyle said no. Wally started pleading. And doing that zipping around the apartment looking at everything with the curiosity of a kitten or a five year old child thing.
It would just be for a little bit. Just a couple of drinks. What harm could it do? He’d be right back to the drawing board in a flash. (And he said this with a smirk) The deadline would be met.
Kyle relented.
If only to get rid of Wally. (Or so he told himself.)
That was at nine. At ten the couple of drinks had turned into the Flash version of bar hopping. Some people hopped bars in the same part of the city, Wally West bar hopped the same side of the continent. They went up and down the East Coast to a couple of “really good places” that he knew. It was probably the fact that he was already a little drunk that Kyle agreed to go along with it. If he was sober he never would have. (Again, or so he told himself.)
About half an hour ago they decided to patrol. Kyle wasn’t too sure why they had decided to do this. Nothing was really making sense any more. But when bad guys call who were the Superheroes to keep them waiting? Which brought him back to, “This is all your fault.”
Wally grinned at him, that same grin. “What is?” Kyle sighed, deciding not to dignify Wally with an answer. Instead he “gently” let the Flash down onto the ground. A grunt was all he heard as the Flash dashed into the museum, a red streak vanishing behind him, leaving spots in Kyle’s eyes. He followed, leaving his own green trail of light, knowing that Wally would be mocking him for being slow. As he always did.
The two heroes smoothly made their way inside the Museum past the exhibits of dinosaurs and the Pilgrims towards the back of the museum where they kept the special rotating exhibits. This time of it was of Ming Vases from the third Dynasty. Not a good place to have an all out superhero brawl. The Flash zipped through the room searching for the intruders, the delicate vases trembling on their stands, causing Kyle to cringe. He skidded to a stop and made a motion that he couldn’t find anyone.
Confused Kyle landed and looked around the room. They had seen the intruders when they had gone window hopping. (This was the reason that they were at the museum in the first place, to look through the windows; drunk men have no shame, nor sense.)
“They were here,” he said.
“And they couldn’t have gone away. I’m going to do another sweep of the museum.” Flash said and ran off again. Kyle opened his mouth to protest then shut it as the Wally came back. “Found them, they’re in the jewelry exhibit.”
Kyle smiled, “Lead the way,” he said, trying not to think about putting a leash on Wally. That was a Bad Idea. Moving quickly (or slowly, depending on who you were talking about) they made Batman proud by quietly making their way to the jewelry exhibit. There were three men, all intent on this one case on the far side of the room. Two looked like regular thugs, the third seemed to be of the more super-villain type wearing a long dark purple robes. Kyle looked at Wally, who nodded.
“Good evening Gents,” Kyle said boldly walking in. The three men turned, one of them looking like a guilty child. Kyle got a good view of the case which was opened, a star sapphire like gem resting in the guilty looking one’s hand. He felt a brush of air as the Flash rushed by him and banged into the guilty looking one, grabbing the gem. Wally laughed and slowed down enough to show off the jewel, taunting the thieves.
“No! Begone!” the robed thief cried. He raised his hands and made a fleeting gesture, a look of strong concentration on his face. A flush of white hot energy exploded from his hand, ramming into Wally sending him sprawling into Kyle, the jewel springing from the speedster’s hand. Kyle concentrated, willing his ring to work. A green vase sprang from the ring, catching the falling jewel as he caught Wally. The white hot energy spread over them, knocking the two of them to the ground.
The problem was, the last time he checked, Kyle was certain that the museum’s floor was not made out of grass.
Pushing a stunned Wally off of him, Kyle looked around. They were in a sunny glade, tall golden trees reaching up towards the sky with green boughs creating a canopy that allowed for the sunlight to dapple down upon them like leopard spots. There was a rustling noise and a bird call.
The bird call was answered, and in stealthy, silent, manner that would put Batman to shame the two heroes were suddenly surrounded by a group of archers, arrows all trained at very vital bits.
“You realize,” Kyle said to Wally, “This is all your fault.”
I'm thinking about calling it "the Brave and the Bold -Journey of the Fantastic"
The Brave and the Bold was the nick-name for the Flash and Green Lantern. Don't know who was who though.
It's a Green Lantern/Flash-Lord of the Rings crossover.
“You realize,” Kyle said, “This is all your fault.” He hovered over the museum building that was being robbed, the Flash hovering by his side, covered in the green glow of his power ring. It was three in the morning. He hadn’t slept in three days working on things that were due tomorrow. Today actually. At twelve. And they still weren’t done. Yet for some reason he was out, with Wally doing the “crime-busting” thing. It didn’t start out that way, of course:
Nine that evening he was at home, surrounded in his papers and pencils. He had just gotten into that creative grove. The drawings were coming out, and they were coming out good. It looked like he actually might make the deadline. A very good thing. So of course, as according to Murphy, something went wrong. He got a knock on the door.
Answering it revealed the one, the only Wally West. The Flash. Grinning wider than the Cheshire cat, he leaned up against the door frame with the exhortation: “Boy’s night out!” Being the responsible person with a deadline that he was, Kyle said no. Wally started pleading. And doing that zipping around the apartment looking at everything with the curiosity of a kitten or a five year old child thing.
It would just be for a little bit. Just a couple of drinks. What harm could it do? He’d be right back to the drawing board in a flash. (And he said this with a smirk) The deadline would be met.
Kyle relented.
If only to get rid of Wally. (Or so he told himself.)
That was at nine. At ten the couple of drinks had turned into the Flash version of bar hopping. Some people hopped bars in the same part of the city, Wally West bar hopped the same side of the continent. They went up and down the East Coast to a couple of “really good places” that he knew. It was probably the fact that he was already a little drunk that Kyle agreed to go along with it. If he was sober he never would have. (Again, or so he told himself.)
About half an hour ago they decided to patrol. Kyle wasn’t too sure why they had decided to do this. Nothing was really making sense any more. But when bad guys call who were the Superheroes to keep them waiting? Which brought him back to, “This is all your fault.”
Wally grinned at him, that same grin. “What is?” Kyle sighed, deciding not to dignify Wally with an answer. Instead he “gently” let the Flash down onto the ground. A grunt was all he heard as the Flash dashed into the museum, a red streak vanishing behind him, leaving spots in Kyle’s eyes. He followed, leaving his own green trail of light, knowing that Wally would be mocking him for being slow. As he always did.
The two heroes smoothly made their way inside the Museum past the exhibits of dinosaurs and the Pilgrims towards the back of the museum where they kept the special rotating exhibits. This time of it was of Ming Vases from the third Dynasty. Not a good place to have an all out superhero brawl. The Flash zipped through the room searching for the intruders, the delicate vases trembling on their stands, causing Kyle to cringe. He skidded to a stop and made a motion that he couldn’t find anyone.
Confused Kyle landed and looked around the room. They had seen the intruders when they had gone window hopping. (This was the reason that they were at the museum in the first place, to look through the windows; drunk men have no shame, nor sense.)
“They were here,” he said.
“And they couldn’t have gone away. I’m going to do another sweep of the museum.” Flash said and ran off again. Kyle opened his mouth to protest then shut it as the Wally came back. “Found them, they’re in the jewelry exhibit.”
Kyle smiled, “Lead the way,” he said, trying not to think about putting a leash on Wally. That was a Bad Idea. Moving quickly (or slowly, depending on who you were talking about) they made Batman proud by quietly making their way to the jewelry exhibit. There were three men, all intent on this one case on the far side of the room. Two looked like regular thugs, the third seemed to be of the more super-villain type wearing a long dark purple robes. Kyle looked at Wally, who nodded.
“Good evening Gents,” Kyle said boldly walking in. The three men turned, one of them looking like a guilty child. Kyle got a good view of the case which was opened, a star sapphire like gem resting in the guilty looking one’s hand. He felt a brush of air as the Flash rushed by him and banged into the guilty looking one, grabbing the gem. Wally laughed and slowed down enough to show off the jewel, taunting the thieves.
“No! Begone!” the robed thief cried. He raised his hands and made a fleeting gesture, a look of strong concentration on his face. A flush of white hot energy exploded from his hand, ramming into Wally sending him sprawling into Kyle, the jewel springing from the speedster’s hand. Kyle concentrated, willing his ring to work. A green vase sprang from the ring, catching the falling jewel as he caught Wally. The white hot energy spread over them, knocking the two of them to the ground.
The problem was, the last time he checked, Kyle was certain that the museum’s floor was not made out of grass.
Pushing a stunned Wally off of him, Kyle looked around. They were in a sunny glade, tall golden trees reaching up towards the sky with green boughs creating a canopy that allowed for the sunlight to dapple down upon them like leopard spots. There was a rustling noise and a bird call.
The bird call was answered, and in stealthy, silent, manner that would put Batman to shame the two heroes were suddenly surrounded by a group of archers, arrows all trained at very vital bits.
“You realize,” Kyle said to Wally, “This is all your fault.”
I'm thinking about calling it "the Brave and the Bold -Journey of the Fantastic"
The Brave and the Bold was the nick-name for the Flash and Green Lantern. Don't know who was who though.
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