001 [Video]
[‘Sup network? Have a closeup of a costumed face you haven’t seen before: it’s the Flash. Sacrosanct’s speedster count has just increased by one.
He has - and it might shock some of his acquaintances if they were here - figured out how to use the little band-shaped communicator around his wrist in record time, although it quickly becomes clear he hasn’t done a lot else with it. Like actually reading the network.]
Okay, somebody clear this up for me: am I being kidnapped, or not? ‘Cause if that’s the idea, it looks like someone forgot that step 2 on the way to profit is “remember to lock up the hero.”
[Flash waggles a hand in front of the feed - hello! Very much not handcuffed to anything! Restraining him is usually the first thing the bad guys do, so he’s a bit puzzled as to why he’s here or what’s expected of him. The last thing he remembers, he was watching the Ultra-Humanite reassemble a broken toy for some orphans, which was weird enough all by itself before it was interrupted by a sudden tumble through a bunch of scrap.]
You know, unless somebody just really wanted to show me their new clubhouse. But I was kind of in the middle of working a Christmas miracle for some kids who really deserve it, so would you mind putting me back? If you wait until the weekend, I promise we can totally hang out in your- [He glances around. Where is he?] … space. Junkyard. Thing. Yeah, whatever this place is.
-are there any fast food joints around here? I’m starving.
[The video blurs for a few seconds. It’s too quick for the human eye to follow, but he’s canvassing the Junkyard for a take-out restaurant. Sadly, at this time, there are no burger joints or hot dog carts to be found.]
I guess not. Anyway. If someone could just point me towards the Watchtower or Central City, that’d be great.
GL, Supes, J’onn? Princess? If any of you guys can hear me, I could use a pick up. And hey, if anyone sees Bats around, ask him if we can get some of these? [He taps a finger against the wearable, prompting a loud tok tok.] These things are way cooler than the communicators he got us.
He has - and it might shock some of his acquaintances if they were here - figured out how to use the little band-shaped communicator around his wrist in record time, although it quickly becomes clear he hasn’t done a lot else with it. Like actually reading the network.]
Okay, somebody clear this up for me: am I being kidnapped, or not? ‘Cause if that’s the idea, it looks like someone forgot that step 2 on the way to profit is “remember to lock up the hero.”
[Flash waggles a hand in front of the feed - hello! Very much not handcuffed to anything! Restraining him is usually the first thing the bad guys do, so he’s a bit puzzled as to why he’s here or what’s expected of him. The last thing he remembers, he was watching the Ultra-Humanite reassemble a broken toy for some orphans, which was weird enough all by itself before it was interrupted by a sudden tumble through a bunch of scrap.]
You know, unless somebody just really wanted to show me their new clubhouse. But I was kind of in the middle of working a Christmas miracle for some kids who really deserve it, so would you mind putting me back? If you wait until the weekend, I promise we can totally hang out in your- [He glances around. Where is he?] … space. Junkyard. Thing. Yeah, whatever this place is.
-are there any fast food joints around here? I’m starving.
[The video blurs for a few seconds. It’s too quick for the human eye to follow, but he’s canvassing the Junkyard for a take-out restaurant. Sadly, at this time, there are no burger joints or hot dog carts to be found.]
I guess not. Anyway. If someone could just point me towards the Watchtower or Central City, that’d be great.
GL, Supes, J’onn? Princess? If any of you guys can hear me, I could use a pick up. And hey, if anyone sees Bats around, ask him if we can get some of these? [He taps a finger against the wearable, prompting a loud tok tok.] These things are way cooler than the communicators he got us.