Snippet #2385826

Barry sat atop a building in Gotham, having decided to visit his old pal Batsy but realizing he was probably out on the job tonight. His long legs dangling over the side as he looked threw his mask to the world below, trying to figure out what to do instead of pester the big guy. The sucky thing about having an ultra bright red and yellow suit is that when it comes to fighting crime in the night, he tends to leave a bright red streak that thugs can see easily. With a sigh, Barry lowered his hand chin to his hand and glared below, worry lines showing through on the tight red material covering his head.

Suddenly he heard yelling from the alley way a few blocks over, then something that sounded like a cry of pain. The Flash was on his feet in an instant, a grin on his face. Well, that was an easy find more the night. He streamed down the fire escape latter and appeared at the entrance of the alley, although he remained hidden around the corner. Barry peered towards the occupants, not at all surprised to see the hulky and ominous figure of Batman. Barry sighed, his excitement for the night gone, and prepared to walk out to meet the Bats when the big guy took off down the other end and was gone. Barry stared for a minute, always surprised at Bats speed despite his size and....well lack of powers. The Flash could go after him, but the big guy seemed to be busy and Barry hated getting in Batmans way. He was always so tense and quick to anger...not a guy you wanted to mess with in the dead of the night. He would wait till morning for that.

Barry sped down the street, leaving a streak of red in his wake as he searched for something to entertain himself for the night. It seemed fairly quiet around the city, despite the warm night air. Usually nights like these brought untold trouble, but not tonight. It almost made Barry even more uneasy that he could only find one mugging (which he dispatched easily) after speeding through the whole 'bad' area of the city. Maybe Bats took care of them all already, which in that case Barry was off for the night.

The Flash once more found himself atop of roof top, this time with a case full of Gatorades and a few power bars in hand. If the badies weren't coming out tonight, he was free to relax and enjoy this wonderful night. He finished a few Gatorades in a millisecond, this continued to sip on one as he dangled his legs and watched the silent streets below.