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Post by Owen Merlowe on Dec 30, 2016 17:18:54 GMT -6
As Flash spoke, Red Robin grinned and nodded. "That's fine. You can kidnap a couple of us the next time. Do me a favor and give me a day's notice or so. I'll bake you some of those snickerdoodles. We'll make it a monthly get together." He heard the implied threat and decided to take it with good humor. The kids were younger than them and had been through a lot. "I'll show you where the kitchen is."
The speedster pushed him away and walked past. Clearly, there was no building a bridge with this guy. It was like building a bridge through lava. "Okay, then. You do that. One floor down, and second door on the left." He watched Blue Bird follow along and nodded to the Kryptonian. He'd made sure that Dinah was okay. That was good in his book. Red Robin looked to Owen.
"I take it that you and Dinah never settled down? You did have a Dinah in your universe, right?"
Owen blinked a few times, still in shock. "Uh... I had a Dinah. No. We never settled down. Stuff happened. Haven't seen her in a long time."
Red Robin nodded. "Oh, sorry about that then. We have a kid. He's 8. His name is Jim." He looked over at the green flash of light and saw the power grid come back online. He held a thumbs up to the Lantern and Lydia. "Thanks, kid. Owe you one for that."
Owen watched as Batwoman stood there. She looked familiar. He wanted to follow Blue Bird, but that wouldn't be good. It wasn't his Dinah. It was that other Owen's. They had a child together. That alone was an astonishing thing. It confused him and made him realize what he could have had, if he hadn't thrown everything away to rebel against Jason. It was like he was living a real life Christmas Carol. And these were all the Ghosts of Christmas past, present and future. When Marvel suggested they follow Flash, Owen just nodded and walked after them.
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Post by Walter West on Dec 30, 2016 21:40:24 GMT -6
Walt knew he only had a few moments before the others caught up to him. The speedster counted the seconds in his head as he sped through the halls of the compound, retracing his steps from a few minutes earlier. By the time he made it to three, he was once again standing in the cell with the carving in the wall. An acrid smell burned his nostrils, and the ashy mark on the wall was still warm to the touch.
Walt's eyes etched over the symbol one final time. Although it matched the one on his chest, his heart pounded fearfully beneath his own emblem and a dozen questions tumbled in his head. One thing's for sure: it's only a matter of time. You thought you got lucky when your doppelganger showed up with the others, but maybe he's got his own plan, his own agenda. Matter of time.
Okay, he detached himself. You had to come back to be sure. Now you're sure. You got Marty. This isn't your mission right now. Although he couldn't quite convince himself, he turned on his heel.
Nine. Ten. Eleven. One floor down, second door on the left.
Their kitchen supplies were scarce, but Walt was still able to rummage through the pantry until he found a few canisters of chocolate pudding and a wooden stirring spoon.
It'll do. He smirked and waited for the others, pacing the room, keeping his demeanor relaxed, even amused.
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