How NOT To Light the Town Christmas Tree (with Guest Star Appearance!)
"And tonight, we have local hero, Flash Jr.-"
Wally whispered something in the Mayor's ear and sat back down.
"Sorry, Tonight we have local hero Kid Flash to continue this century long ritual of lighting the Town Christmas Tree on Christmas Eve!"
The mayor stepped aside and Wally stepped up to the stand.
"Thank you mayor and citizens of Central City! I'm going to make this quick and simple because I've got a hot date to go to-"
The crowd laughed.
"Naw, not really, let's do this!" Wally said with a grin. He took the trigger from the mayor and was about to press the button when somebody shouted from the back.
"I object!" he said.
"Excuse me?" Wally asked.
"I object to this show of holiday cheer!" the man said.
"Ah, shut up!" Someone in the front of the crowd said.
Wally looked up to see a ball of flames headed towards him. He jumped out of the way as the stand exploded. The crowd screamed and ran, leaving Wally facing a guy with red and yellow hair.
"What's your problem?" he asked.
The guy threw two more flame balls which Wally easily dodged.
"Stay still!" the guy said.
"Cool your jets, Hotstreak!" a voice said, and a metal box was thrown at the fire spitter.
An African American boy in a black and blue outfit landed next to Wally. He had the same logo as Wally's on his shirt, except reversed.
"Hey! That's my logo!" Wally protested.
The boy looked at his shirt and at Wally's.
"Nah, mine is three pronged and stays inside the circle, yours doesn't." the boy said.
Wally looked and saw sure enough the boy was right.
"Duck!" the boy yelled, tackling Wally behind the stage.
"Thanks!" Wally said as part of the stage exploded.
"No problem. Static by the way. Static Shock." the boy stuck out his hand and Wally shook it. "Hey! You're Flash Boy!"
"Kid Flash," Wally said. "Why is that so hard?"
Another part of the stage exploded. "So what do we do?" Wally asked.
"Cool him down!" Static said, like it was obvious.
The two heroes leaped over what remained of the wooden stage and ran at the flame user.
"I've got a bone to pick with you, Static!" Hotstreak said. He threw a flameball at the hero and Static dodged. The Christmas tree caught on fire.
"Not cool, dude!" Wally yelled. "That was my job!"
"Do I look cool?" Hotstreak yelled, throwing flame balls at Wally, all which he easily dodged.
"No," Wally said, putting his goggles on. "Let's cool you off!"
Wally zipped around the flame user, creating his own snowstorm. Hotstreak tried to hit Wally with flames, but all he did was melt the ice. By the time Wally stopped, the boy was encased in ice.
"Thanks for the help!" Static said. Wally gave him a fist bump, then looked at the ruined Christmas tree.
"That is NOT how I imagined myself lighting the Christmas Tree." Wally said.
"And tonight, we have local hero, Flash Jr.-"
Wally whispered something in the Mayor's ear and sat back down.
"Sorry, Tonight we have local hero Kid Flash to continue this century long ritual of lighting the Town Christmas Tree on Christmas Eve!"
The mayor stepped aside and Wally stepped up to the stand.
"Thank you mayor and citizens of Central City! I'm going to make this quick and simple because I've got a hot date to go to-"
The crowd laughed.
"Naw, not really, let's do this!" Wally said with a grin. He took the trigger from the mayor and was about to press the button when somebody shouted from the back.
"I object!" he said.
"Excuse me?" Wally asked.
"I object to this show of holiday cheer!" the man said.
"Ah, shut up!" Someone in the front of the crowd said.
Wally looked up to see a ball of flames headed towards him. He jumped out of the way as the stand exploded. The crowd screamed and ran, leaving Wally facing a guy with red and yellow hair.
"What's your problem?" he asked.
The guy threw two more flame balls which Wally easily dodged.
"Stay still!" the guy said.
"Cool your jets, Hotstreak!" a voice said, and a metal box was thrown at the fire spitter.
An African American boy in a black and blue outfit landed next to Wally. He had the same logo as Wally's on his shirt, except reversed.
"Hey! That's my logo!" Wally protested.
The boy looked at his shirt and at Wally's.
"Nah, mine is three pronged and stays inside the circle, yours doesn't." the boy said.
Wally looked and saw sure enough the boy was right.
"Duck!" the boy yelled, tackling Wally behind the stage.
"Thanks!" Wally said as part of the stage exploded.
"No problem. Static by the way. Static Shock." the boy stuck out his hand and Wally shook it. "Hey! You're Flash Boy!"
"Kid Flash," Wally said. "Why is that so hard?"
Another part of the stage exploded. "So what do we do?" Wally asked.
"Cool him down!" Static said, like it was obvious.
The two heroes leaped over what remained of the wooden stage and ran at the flame user.
"I've got a bone to pick with you, Static!" Hotstreak said. He threw a flameball at the hero and Static dodged. The Christmas tree caught on fire.
"Not cool, dude!" Wally yelled. "That was my job!"
"Do I look cool?" Hotstreak yelled, throwing flame balls at Wally, all which he easily dodged.
"No," Wally said, putting his goggles on. "Let's cool you off!"
Wally zipped around the flame user, creating his own snowstorm. Hotstreak tried to hit Wally with flames, but all he did was melt the ice. By the time Wally stopped, the boy was encased in ice.
"Thanks for the help!" Static said. Wally gave him a fist bump, then looked at the ruined Christmas tree.
"That is NOT how I imagined myself lighting the Christmas Tree." Wally said.
"I don't wanna die!" the boy howled, digging his face into Revenge's knee.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a knife in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, you too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a knife in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, you too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
For a moment, Revenge was pressed against her in the narrow hallway in complete darkness. Then, there was a light, from Revenge's mask, and the hallway was lit in a dim red light.
"Ladies first." Revenge said.
"Scared?" Batgirl asked.
"Funny." Revenge said. "I'll take point."
Barbara cut him off. "I'LL take point." she said.
"I've got the light." Revenge said. "And the armor, and the brains."
"Har har, funny."
"Indeed. Watch my back."
"From the scary dark?" Batgirl asked in a mocking voice.
Revenge turned and tossed a dagger into the darkness behind them. It went farther than the three feet of the iron door through which they had entered.
"Any more smart remarks?"
"Ladies first." Revenge said.
"Scared?" Batgirl asked.
"Funny." Revenge said. "I'll take point."
Barbara cut him off. "I'LL take point." she said.
"I've got the light." Revenge said. "And the armor, and the brains."
"Har har, funny."
"Indeed. Watch my back."
"From the scary dark?" Batgirl asked in a mocking voice.
Revenge turned and tossed a dagger into the darkness behind them. It went farther than the three feet of the iron door through which they had entered.
"Any more smart remarks?"
Prologue to Chapter Nine- "The Beginning of More Troubles"
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The show is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up by security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On top of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if you can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The show is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up by security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On top of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if you can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."
"It means," she whispered, centimeters from him, "that I want a real kiss."
"No, no, no, no!" Revenge said, wiping up the blood with his gloves. There was too much
on the floor. Too much had been lost. The sword that had done the damage was laying
over to the side. Revenge tried to pick it up, but his strength had left him. It clattered
to the floor beside him as he sank to his knees, the unbearable pain filling his
body and mind.
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over to the side. Revenge tried to pick it up, but his strength had left him. It clattered
to the floor beside him as he sank to his knees, the unbearable pain filling his
body and mind.
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