Where's the Beef?
Aug 27, 2014 23:43:44 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 23:43:44 GMT -6
speedin' on the freeway gotta get a lead way |
He had to admit, it felt pretty good being back in Jump City. It wasn't much different from Central City -- his feet felt the same when they pounded against the pavement, the streets were equally crowded, and there was a slew of super villains to go around -- but something about the bustling beachside city put an extra spring in Wally's step. Maybe it was because he had defended Jump once in its time of need. Maybe it was because said defending had led him to a particularly spirited (and pretty) pink-haired girl. Or maybe it was just because some of his best friends from his sidekick days happened to be living in a giant T somewhere around here. And now, finally, Kid Flash had spent enough time wrangling between being an independent spirit and a disgruntled sidekick. He was finally ready to give the whole "team" thing a shot. Well, a better shot than he had in the past. Apparently anyone could have a Titans communicator these days. He couldn't wait to see the looks on Robin and Speedy's faces. Within moments of entering the city, Kid Flash had located Titans Tower and was standing in front of the massive, T-shaped building. He had seen the Titans' headquarters before (it was impossible to miss), but he still wasn't sure whether he should laugh or marvel at the tower's... unique infrastructure. A microsecond later, he had decided that he didn't care. He had run a long way, and food was more important. Food was always more important. Kid Flash had gone from staring at the building, to being inside the building. When you could vibrate your molecules through solid objects, security -- even Teen Titan security -- was of little issue. He was in the kitchen before anyone could blink. "Honey, I'm home!" the speedster announced to the Titans in the room, spreading his arms out and grinning from ear to ear like the cheeky bastard he was. Also, he was pretty sure vibrating through that wall had given him a nosebleed. Oh well. Food first. tagged (open) notes (knocking is overrated anyway) |