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kottawrites · 6 years

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Burnt Out

JUSTICE LEAGUE 2017 MOVIE UNIVERSE

Barry Allen & Bruce Wayne (the rest of the team appear briefly)

Words: 2077

There isn't time to worry about blood sugars and metabolism when you are in the middle of a fight. Barry would just have to take the consequences.

The Justice League. The epitome of a of strength and smarts. Each member unique and yet when put together the work like a well oiled machine. Cogs all turning in unison. But that's not to say that they always work perfectly. If life is a learning curve, then forming a team of hero's to stop the forces of evil, well, that's a long harsh drop.

Over time they have worked out the kinks in their team. certain members leaning to hold back until a plan was formed instead of charging in head first. Others learning that they can depend on those around them. The feeling of what its like to actually have friends for the first time.

Learning that there are limits.

Training together during the day, getting the signal that the league is needed in the evening. Its a lot.

On a team made up of a goddess, an alien, an Atlantic warrior, a cybernetically enhanced athlete, Batman and a college kid who got struck by lightning- guess the weakest link.

Barry could feel that he was going slower, he knew he was almost visible to the human eye- more than just a red blur. He was starting to feel out of breath- since when did running make him breathless? He stopped briefly, resting a hand on his knee as we watched the rest of his team fight valiantly against their latest foe.

The league found themselves fighting some kind of large technologically advanced blob of an alien monster. The sort of generic villain thought up by a two year old with a decent imagination and access to an array of crayons. The blob was protecting itself with some kind of purple electronic field, which cyborg had just found the weak spot on.

Batman called in the latest model of bat-fighter-jet (the power of money) and was now shooting relentlessly at the the monsters shield. Superman flew through the air, heat vision focused on the weak spot. Dangling off each of his hands were Wonder Woman and Aquaman, sword and trident gripped in their respective hands, ready to slash the great monster through the middle once the opening was there.

The Flash could see it happen in slow motion. The shield broke. Arthur and Diana swung from Clarks hands, battle cries exploding from their mouths as their weapons broke the slimy skin of the foreign being. But instead of making a strong slice though their foe, they began to get swallowed up by the surface of the monster.

Barry moved with out thinking, Batman and cyborg weren't fast enough to help, Superman (as much as he liked to think he was) wasn’t fast enough either.

He was there in a second, only sharp shocks of lighting tracing his steps. He vibrated his body at such a rate that the monsters surface couldn't get a grip on him, he reached in pulling his friends out from the ooze. Then jumped back himself. All three of them fell to the ground harshly, tumbling and rolling before grinding to a stop. Victor, Bruce and Clark all charged up their weapons, and together dealt a finishing blow to the monster. It let out a shriek and eventually fizzled away to nothing.

Arthur and Diana get up from where they fell and brushed themselves off.

“Thank you, Flash, we can always rely on you to be there when we most need you.” Diana said as she stretched out her muscles, before she noticed her team mate struggling to sit up.

“Hey man, whats wrong?” Arthur said, hurrying over.

Barry managed to sit himself up, he held his head in his hands, eyes clamped shut- was he spinning around? Or was it just the world? Either way he felt sick to his stomach, and like molasses were being poured all over him . “Nothing, nothing I just-” he let out a deep breath “I need a second.” he tried to brush it off but he honestly just sounded pained.

“If you are not well, tell us whats wrong,” Diana said on her approach.

Bruce had now landed. He, Clark and Victor made their way over quickly.

Diana sat behind Barry, supporting his back and holding him up. Bruce knelt in-front of him an held a small light at Barrys face so he could get a better look at the speedster. His eyes were unfocused and his skin looked clammy. “Barry are you hurt anywhere?” Bruce spoke clearly and firmly.

“Only my pride.” Barry sounded like he didn’t really know what he was saying “I’m no match for you guys.” his words were slurred. His eyes rolled back and his head lolled to the side, Diana cradled his head gently.

Victor stepped forward, “Let me run a scan on him.”

Bruce put his hand up to stop him “I’ll take him back to my manor, we have the facilities there to help him, I have a feeling I know whats wrong. Speedsters aren't built to run on empty. Today has been rigorous, we all need time to recuperate.” he turned to Superman “Clark, if you could.”

Clark nodded. Wonder Woman lifted the speedster up with ease, handing him over to Superman who then flew off, up and out of the building.

“I’ll monitor his blood-sugars and make sure he eats enough to feed a small village.” Bruce continued. He seemed calm, but he was kicking himself for not taking in to account the speedsters needs first. He was aware that Barry was at risk of overdoing it, but never really took notice.

Barry didn’t do anything slowly. But waking up from the exhaustion induced sleep he’d fallen in to seemed to take forever. He was semi-conscious for quite some time, he could hear Bruce and Clark talking about what could have gone better on their last mission- listening to them be so serious was very… boring. It was sending Barry back to sleep.

Eventually Clark left, all Barry could hear after that was Bruce typing at the bat-computer. It was quite soothing, he couldn’t remember that last time he felt so calm. But he was also really starting to feel the need to move again, his fingers were twitching with the want to be active.

He groaned and opened his eyes, the batcave was brighter than he remembered. The light giving him a headache instantly. “What I would do for like fifty deep pan ham and pineapple pizzas right now.” He mumbled, voice sounding dry.

“I need to re-evaluate your membership to the league if you like pineapple on your pizza Flash.” Bruce stated, sounding an awful lot like he wasn’t joking.

“Don’t knock it till you try it- We cant all have caviar on our pizzas Mr.billionaire.” Barry ginned.

Bruce exhaled almost fondly in reply before going back in to serious mode “Don’t move too much, your hooked up to a specially mixed IV solution, it took a bit of work to make something to bring your blood sugar levels back to normal. Your metabolism is really something else.”

“I’m a freak I know.” Barry laughs and tries to sit up but he honestly still feels light headed, the laughter only adding to his headache.

“Try not to move for a bit longer. You really burnt yourself out.”

“You're telling me.” Barry rolls head back “I cant remember the last time I was still for so long. I don’t even sleep this long at night- power naps work wonders, even better when you're a speedster.”

“Yesterday-” Bruce began “-how long had you been without eating before the fight?”

“I don’t know- since second breakfast? Maybe? We were really busy.”

“And did you feel your blood sugar affecting you before the fight?” Bruce asked, lips tight in his usual frown.

“I guess. But we didn’t have the time to stop for anything. Its not like I can tell some gooey alien monster thing to stop for a time out ‘cause I gotta grab a pizza or ten.” Barry sighed, he couldn’t help but feel like Batman wasn’t far off of kicking him off the team. Why wouldn't he? He can move at super human speeds, sure, but hes scared of so much and hes the only one who seems to have a limitations.

Bruce was silent as he took in the information.

Barry braced for bad news.

He really didn’t want to leave the team. They were his first real fiends since… well, ever. He felt such a sense of belonging with them, purpose, like he was actually doing something good with his life. Fighting against evil forces. Instead of doing his best and running away before there was any real sense of danger.

“I've made some modifications to your suit so we can avoid situations like this again.” Bruce said, walking over to Barrys uniform, which was spread out on a table near by.

Barry didn't want to think about who got him out of the suit, and how they did so. He felt that it should be one of the only questions that he never found out the answer too. “

Pimp my suit!” Barry joked. When Bruce didn’t respond the speedster felt the need to explain himself- he spoke too much when he felt nervous “Y’know, like- Pimp My Ride? You ever watch that? Is that where you get your ideas for the batmobiles for?”

“Right.” Bruce said, he clearly hadn't listened to whatever Barry had just word-vomited.

He picked up one of the deep red arm guards off the table and showed it to the flash. He clicked a small button on the inner side of the piece of costume and a panel slid back revealing eight small balls. “These are energy balls. Alfred developed the recipe back when I first became Batman, they are extremely useful for giving your body an extra kick when you need it. He changed the mix so it could work with your heightened metabolism. If you ever need more we will keep a supply here, just say the word. But don’t eat these for snacks. I can tell you they don’t taste good and should never replace an actual meal.”

Barry blinked in surprise. He couldn't believe someone, let alone Batman, had done this for him. “Thanks.” was all he could muster, he felt quite speechless.

“-And” Bruce continued going back to the table “Press and hold here for five seconds,” He pressed an area on the left hand shoulder of the Flash uniform. Another compartment but this time on the right side of the outfit opened revealing a small injection. “This, is for emergency situations only. Its a mix much like whats in that IV, but with a concentrated dose of adrenalin also. Again, only use this if you feel it is necessary.”

Barry listened carefully. It was impossible not to listen to Bruce when he spoke in that serious tone. “Bruce, wow.” Barry sat up slightly, he felt his energy slowly returning. “I don’t know what to say. For once.” He chuckled “Thanks for looking out for me. Honestly I thought I was about to get the boot form the team, you guys really don’t need me holding you back.” the sadness in his eyes showed that he really meant what he said.

“Barry, you're stronger than you think and more important to this team than you could ever truly know.” Bruce didn't waste any time getting to his reply, he felt that the youngest of their team could use a boost. Years of being a father to Robins and support from Alfred kept him from being one hundred percent made of stone.

Barry nodded, his famously chatty and chirpy voice failing him. Overwhelmed by the care he had received and also still a bit woozy from recent events.

Bruce understood, silent communication made more sense to him that actual conversation sometimes. “When you're ready, let me know. I’ll call the other league members and we can discuss plans gong forward over dinner. We’ll order pizza, save Alfred cooking enough to feed your ‘snackhole’ as you put it.” Bruce smirked.

“Will do!” Barry smiled laying back, just five more minuets and he’ll be zapping around again no problem. He could listen to Bruce tying on the batcomputer for a bit longer.

He may be the weaker of the justice league members on paper. But he knew he was valued and just as important as his friends.

He could get used to this.

I Hope you enjoyed it! Please like/comment/re-blog to let me know your thoughts! This was originally posed to Ao3 in 2017.

#justice league #justice league 2017 #barry allen #the flash #fanfic #fanficion #bruce wayne #batflash

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iprincezzinuyoukai · 7 years

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ToMco Valentine Week, Day Three: Valentine’s Day

Well, as everyone has to know, I have never celebrated a Valentine, but here in Mexico is also known as the day of friendship so I dedicate it to everyone. Thank you.

Notes and Warnings: No idea what I just wrote, I'm not good at romance.

You Are Everything I Want

Tom made sure everything was fine for this day, the last thing he needed was for his gift to stay in his dimension. Now he would just apply his last can of hair fixative. Once ready, Tom went to his bed and took the small gift for Marco. He was not hundred percent sure that this gift was ideal for Marco and his human species, he had asked Brian for help after all so maybe they are not so bad. Here in the Underworld they had other customs a little more extreme and intense for someone like Marco.

He walked to his window and jumped to land right in front of the chariot and his horse skeleton. He would gladly appear now in front of the door of the Díaz family but apparently most of the human partners liked to make their partner wait, why? He had no idea.

Once he finally felt that the carriage had reached Earth he got out of the carriage and walked to the front door of the Díaz house, knocking at the door a couple of times until someone finally opened the door.

Tom leaned back against the door frame, “Is this the residence of my future Queen?”

“Probably.”

Tom opened his eyes to see how Marco was dressed. The Latin boy wore a red long-sleeved blouse with black lines on the sleeves, plus red shorts with black striped edges and red stockings that almost seemed to be semitransparent, even Marco had eyeliner to look the same marks that Tom had in his eyes. This work of art certainly shouted Star.

“Do you think it's a lot to just play video games and watch movies?” Marco suddenly felt awkward in dressing like this, at first he had rejected Star's idea but soon his curiosity prevented him from sleeping.

“No!” Tom interrupted, “I mean, I mean.... No, you look good, you look perfectly fine and... Wow, just wow.” Tom tried not to stutter but it was obvious that that would not work.

“Thanks... I think. You do not look too bad for our Valentine.” Marco and Tom walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa, “Or did you plan to get out?”

“No.” Tom answered quickly, sounding very suspicious. “No. Believe me, we'll be much better if we just enjoy ourselves.” Although he sounded nervous Marco seemed to believe him. Tom relaxed in his seat, he would not go out with Marco dressed as well as a whole Incubus when hundreds or perhaps thousands of hungry wolves would be hovering, he would thank Star later and forbid her to do the same to Marco if it was not for him.

Marco turned on the television and placed the video game CD. “Well, you'd better be prepared to be defeated by your own boyfriend.”

“Do you really think you can beat me? I am a Prince of Darkness, the Next King of the Underworld.”

Marco sat down next to him, leaning his back on the edge of the sofa as he settled his legs over Tom's, “Only a week ago you cried that Marshmallow had rejected the carrots.”

“I swear that's not natural.” Tom hissed suspiciously in his voice.

Marco rolled his eyes and proceeded to start the game, the latest remastered version of 'Hackie Hand vs. The League of Evil', “Well, now it will not be natural when I kick your ass with your own moves.”

“You bet I end up crowning the mountain again.”

The first round could have been a draw if it was not because Marco was distracted when one of the pups jumped and barked, scaring both of them and causing Tom to get his first victory, the next round was a bit more fought. With Tom's first advantage the demon prince felt very confident that this was one of his mistakes.

“Where are your parents?” Tom asked not looking away from the video game, this was the final round.

“In one of his dates. Dad yesterday brought a serenade last night and until now they have not returned, I do not think they will return until tomorrow at dawn.”

“Do you remember when we sang that night?”

“We did not sing, you tried to calm my anger.”

“Yeah, what would you have done?”

“At first I thought I was going to hit you and then I'd go home - Poom! That is all!” Marco raised his fists in the air to see that he had won the round, “Good luck to the next one, Tommy.” Marco moved closer to Tom and stirred his hair.

“Ya. All right. This is just for you.” Tom left the remote, now some movies and then the gift exchange. He expected Marco to love his.

“Now what do you want to see?” Marco took the remote control and changed the channel. “Or can we have our gift exchange now?”

“Really?” Tom's ears moved, showing the demon's enthusiasm, “Maybe we can make it even more dramatic.”

“You have always loved the drama. You will be a Drama King.” Marco stood and walked to the kitchen, his gift must be there.

“Was not that your title?”

“What?” Marco seemed to have teleported from the kitchen to the sofa, which surprised Tom, “Did they even call me that? Wait until you see Ferguson and Alfonzo at school.”

“Is that my gift?” Tom saw the ornate box that Marco was hiding behind him, “It's a little bigger than mine.”

“Take it now or I'm going to throw it at one of the dimensions.” Marco handed him the gift and Tom pulled out the small box and handed it to the Latin boy.

They both took their gifts and opened them. Tom found that they were chocolates with almonds, “Star helped me, do not worry, there's no magic in them, Star also wanted some for Janna.”

Marco pulled out a black piercing with a little red crescent, he narrowed his eyes and in the half moon he could read his name. “It's beautiful, will you help me put it on?”

Tom came up beside him and helped him put his piercing, “It's not painful, it's almost like an earring, it has a clasp so you can put it on and remove it whenever you want. It's more to give you a bad boy image.”

“I think you're the best boyfriend I ever had.”

“I've only been your only boyfriend.” Tom hugged Marco. They were both about to kiss when the phone rang and then they sighed. “Time to answer.”

“I do not know who it is, my parents would not call us.” Marco picked up the phone and pressed the button, “Hello?”

“Hi Marco.” It was Star's voice, he was surprised that she had not used her mirror, maybe it was Janna's cell phone. Marco had turned off his cell phone.

“Hey Star,” He let Tom know who it was, “What happen? Is everything okay with the date?”

“Yes, everything was fine.” Star seemed to hesitate before continuing, “Until we got to the pizzeria.”

“Oh right, you two would go to eat pizza when you finished spying on couples.” Marco laughed when Tom almost choked on one of the chocolates when he heard what the date between Star and Janna was about. “Wait, did you get in trouble?”

“Not with couples, rather with the pizzeria.”

“What did you do?” Marco asked.

“Well maybe by accident we knocked out the owner of the pizzeria and the customers got angry and me and Janna offered to make the pizza and ended up using magic and now there is a monster pizza throwing pineapple and ham to the customers.”

“Do you need help?”

“Maybe just a little. I'm sorry to ruin your Valentine's Day.”

“Do not worry, apparently Tom and I were contemplating going out.” Marco hung up the phone and got to his feet.

“So we'll dine out?” Tom headed for the exit.

“Yeah, it'll be pizza and it's probably it who will eat us first.”

#ToMco Week #ToMco #Tom The Demon #Marco Diaz #OTP #Star vs The Forces of Evil #Valentine's Day #A gift for everyone!#My Stuff

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