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One night he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses, then says, you're my best friend. And you knew what it was, he is in love. You can hear it in the silence, silence. You can feel it on the way home, way home. You can see it with the lights out, lights out.

You are in love, true love
March 17th, 2017

It was only a short hop from Central City to Keystone City for work. It was promising to be more or less uneventful and Iris would be home only a couple hours after her normal work hours, so in plenty of time for the evening family stuff. Maybe Barry would cook or at least start before she gets home, unless he wants to splurge on takeout. Iris had texted him about that very issue right before shoving her phone into her bag to set it aside for the big interview she was going to be conducting. Would have been embarrassing having it go off on live television.

Iris is wishing that it were closer at hand now as the whole, professional scene divulges into chaos with the arrival of an unknown interloper. And he is fast. Really fast. Like Flash fast, but with a far less peaceful, helpful agenda. He has the man she was interviewing pinned by his throat, his free hand vibrating at a frequency that can only suggest one thing. That businessman is going to die if somebody does not do something quick. Problem is, everyone around them is too scared out of their wits; and honestly, what sane person would want to intervene.

The redheaded reporter, however, might not be frightened but she rarely allows her emotions to cause her to lose her wits. They are far too necessary for survival. Although what she does with them next could definitely be defined as insanity. All she has to do is buy a little bit of time, just enough for Flash or someone equipped to deal with super powered villains to arrive to save the day. Boy is Barry going to be upset with her.

With Louise being with her bag in the opposite direction of trouble, which happens to be a speedster who already needs very little time to accomplish his...task, Iris opts for the closest thing on hand. Her chair. She takes a swing at the speedster’s back and much to her surprise-not-surprise…

The speedster turns to catch the swing in his hand. It still sounds painful nonetheless, but the man does not even flinch. Iris gulps and takes a step back, numbed fingers releasing the chair, as the stranger in black just looks at her. She can practically see his steely, hardened, murderous gaze on her for as much as she feels it. It sends shivers down her spine when he pauses. (And behind the visor he smirks, a wicked and murderous expression of amusement.)

“Tsk tsk...Mrs. West-Allen should have stayed out of it,” he scolds her, voice low and dangerous, obviously modified by some piece of tech. He has her by the throat in less than a blink of an eye, lifting her off her feet as she stretches to touch her toes to the floor, fingers scrabbling at his arm.

Any time now, Flash...

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There was a heavy thud as the mysterious speedster was tripped from behind by a glowing, translucent green baseball bat. Quickly, though, before Iris hit the ground, a hand of similar composition to the bat caught her.

"Noah, what the Hell!" the new person, a man, shouted. If 'Noah' cared to turn around, he would see the form of Green Lantern shielding Iris from any potential new attacks.

Why was Green Lantern here?

It had been a normal day for Hal Jordan. As normal as a day could be living with a Martian, being a superhero, and having impending doom constantly hanging over his head. He had been watching the news, interested in seeing Iris at work. He had to admit, she was good at what she did... and he had promised her that he would tune in if he could.

It was all well and good, if a little dull, until someone literally flashed onto the screen at an inhuman speed. In the blink of an eye, a black clad male was holding up a businessman by his throat, threatening to end his life with a vibrating hand through the chest. Hal was in shock, broken out of it when he noticed the look Iris was giving. She was fully intent on stopping this lunatic, or at least delaying him until someone could come to help.

Barry was not there already, which concerned him and meant that he would have to take matters into his own hands. Without a single word to Em'li Eva'anzz, he ran outside to power up and take off for Keystone City. Now, a ring could allow fast flight and limited warping through space on a regular day, but this was not a regular day. His will to save Iris from the mysterious speedster was pushing him to the limits of his ring to arrive just in time to see the aforementioned speedster now holding her up by her throat, scolding her for getting involved. He only knew one speedster willing to take lives to get what he wanted. This was clearly Noah, future Wally.

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Where else can I go? Chasin' you, chasin' you Ain't runnin' from myself no more. Together we'll win it all Tag: Hal // Words: ###

The dark speedster was not expecting a new combatant to come out of...well...nowhere! One second it was just him, his target, the film crew, and the pretty miss whose throat he had in his hand and the next a baseball bat was taking his feet out from under him. Wait, a baseball bat? That is not very creative is it? His hand automatically releases the reporter - the woman immediately gasping in a desperate breath of fresh air - to aid the other in catching him as he hit the floor. But no sooner had he landed but he was up again with the newcomer’s voice in his ears.

Noah? Who is Noah? Someone of no consequence. Just as none of these people are of any consequence. But it might be fun - and to his advantage - if the guy goes on thinking that he knows who he is dealing with. Just thinking that it could cause trouble for some unfortunate nobody makes him tingle with amusement. He would giggle, if he were not on the job and dealing with a Green Lantern.

His eyes flick to the green shield protecting the woman (Iris West-Allen...really, hyphenating just makes your name a mouthful, who is still catching her breath, throat bruised) and then to the Green Lantern. A Lantern can only create one construct at a time, if he is not mistaken. So while that shield is up he cannot form another shape to defend himself. Behind the visor his mouth quirks into a smirk. And he doubts that even a Green Lantern can move fast enough to shift focuses quickly enough to stop him.

“How many Green Lanterns does Earth have now?” he asks, adjusting his stance. The idea, the intention is clear without him actually having to say it out loud; who would miss one Green Lantern of Earth when they have three others? He moves then, taking advantage of the little weakness he had noted earlier, shifting into a speed faster than the average eye can follow. He comes in close, seeking to deal out a barrage of punches before Hal can react to them.

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The reflexes told him that, yes, this was a speedster (as if he could not already tell by the fact that he had slipped in at a superhuman speed). The reaction speed also told him that landing hits would be hard. He had been friends with Barry for a long time; he was practically an expert on fast people... next to the actual fast people, of course. With that knowledge... his arsenal was limited. Of course, his constructs were just as strong as his will, but they also relied on his ability to concentrate. Man, what he would give to have a little help right at that moment.

The eyes of 'Noah' darted to his shield. Call Hal crazy, but he could swear that this person was smiling. He could just kind of feel it, and that feeling was a bad one, a dread forming in his heart. There was some kind of devious idea coming to fruition inside the head of his adversary, which was not good for him or for Iris. Without taking his eyes off of Speedy Gonzales, he told Iris loud enough to hear, but quiet enough that the aforementioned speedster could not catch it, "Get to safety. I'll... figure out something."

"Four..."
Hal muttered, eyes narrowing. He might have been a little dense at times, but the intent behind the remark was clear. 'Noah' intended to kill him in front of everyone present. It surprised him, even despite their little spat on the rooftop that one night that had almost resulted in Hal Jordan becoming a pancake on the ground. But he was not about to go down without a fight-- hell, he was not about to go down at all! If this dark version of Wally thought he was going to have an easy time, he had another thing coming!

Of course, immediately after getting fired up, he was beaten mercilessly with extra-fast punches. Maybe they would not have hurt that much given the strength of the person dealing them at normal speed, but the velocity and rate at which they came added an extra kick. He wanted to utter a word that started with the letter 'F' and ended in the letters 'U,' 'C,' and 'K'... and it was most definitely not 'firetruck.' However, he knew there were kids out there, so he resorted to grunting out... "Fffff...udge!"

Eventually, his latent self-preservation instincts kicked in and he swiped at the source of the pain (which would most likely last a while... eugh), unable to focus enough to drum up a construct. However, there was a little flash of green light from his fist as he attempted to slug his assailant.

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Where else can I go? Chasin' you, chasin' you Ain't runnin' from myself no more. Together we'll win it all Tag: Hal Jordan // Words: ###

He wants the reporter to get somewhere safe while he handles the situation. No, he could not hear the words that were being spoken but it is obvious. How cute. How sweet. How gross. It is enough to give him cavities. Heroes and their sentiment, in the willful way they throw themselves in front of the slaughtering knife to save people, complete strangers even. It is he Green Lantern’s life, his loss. He can bleed if he wants to.

The woman in turn throws a wary look at the black speedster and then to the hero, looking concerned for him. “Be careful,” she cautions before moving away from the scene. He is not too worried. He can find her later if he needs to yet he has a feeling the foolish lady will not go too far. She should save her own skin now that she has the chance. Right now he can focus on the hero.

No good deed goes unpunished, as they say, and he thinks that the Green Lantern is overdue for the consequences of sticking his nose where it does not belong. He smirks, head twisting into a tilt when the man answers his question. There is a knowing in his voice. Does he know that he is going to die today? Or, more likely, he think he will be able to cheat death with his wits. Hopefully he can outthink someone who can think as fast as they can run - which is pretty damn fast.

It is not that he thinks that he is going to have an easy time taking the Lantern down; he is confident of it. He is more than capable of removing one hero from the game board. The speedster proves it as he rushes in for those punches, rewarded with the breathless curse word substitute. “That's disappointing,” he remarks about Hal refusing to cuss. “Must not have hurt enough.” Those words are like a promise, a promise to deal out more pain than that. Which is not promising, if you know what I mean.

Finally the sluggish hero does /something/ in his own interest as he lashes out at the speedster delivering the blows. He watches the fist as if in slow motion as it careens toward him, unafraid and feeling completely empowered in the situation. And leans out or the path of the strike, reaching up to grab Hal’s arm from beneath. With a little leverage he flips his opponent, slamming him into the floor, giving no breathing room before he is on him again.

Kneeling beside the GL, one knee pressing into the apex of the man’s rib cage, he places his opposite hand on the hero’s chest. “This is going to hurt just...a lot. Try not to move but it’s okay to scream.” He nearly giggles as his hand vibrates at superhuman speeds and he presses down. “Show all the good folks at home now...mortal...you are.”

He could get it over with, finish his adversary off before the guy can blink, but he wants it to last /a little/, to relish the agony on the Lantern’s face as he flexes his fingers and twists. He is slowly phasing his hand through his adversary’s chest with his goal perfectly clear, vibrating at just the right speed so as not to be solid enough to do permanent damage yet adequately physical to cause an excruciating amount of pain on his way through tissue and bone.

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Of course he wanted Iris to get out of harm's way and to be safe-- she had twins at home! What would they do without their mother? What would Hal do if she died because he could not save her? It was heartfelt, it was sweet, and it was sincere. Everything a villain hated. For some reason, each and every one of them hated the things heroes stood for-- then again, that was why they were villains and not heroes. His sentiment may have made him willing to throw himself in harm's way, but he was a Green Lantern for this reason. It was his job to protect the innocent, and even die, if need be.

Hal knew that it had to be hard for Iris to put her complete and utter faith in him to deal with the man in black. The parting words were met with a curt nod. "I will." He said that with hopes that she would get herself as far away from this place as possible. That would honestly be the only way to protect herself from the evildoer if Hal were to fail, although he was not quite sure how much time that would buy her. Perhaps enough for Barry to handle him, whoever he was. Barry was much better suited to fighting speed demons than Hal was.

He was very overdue for his punishment for every good thing he had ever done. Given that he knew speedsters could think just as fast as they could travel, chances of him outsmarting his adversary were slim. Every single possible action he could take would instantly be parried with a swift thought and a swifter motion. But Hal had a knack for getting out of deadly situations alive (which was the only reason he was alive at the current moment)... somehow.

His confidence was assuring (not) to the Green Lantern. Being a speedster's best friend for years taught you when a speedster was being lazy with his or her speed. This one was definitely being lazy, moving with a moxie that told Hal that this person was sure that he could kill him easily. The remark really pissed him off, but he did not want to give the bad guy the satisfaction of a swear word. However, there was a promise-threat in those words. Definitely not promising.

One moment, he was striking out against the black-clad speedster and the next moment, he was slammed into the floor. His breath was knocked out of his lungs due to the force of the attack, not that being able to react would have done much against his much faster opponent,

There was a knee against his rib cage and a hand pressed against his chest. Still bleary from having the wind stolen from him, it took a moment to understand what exactly this villain wanted to do with him. He was shocked with pain as the hand slowly began to descend inside of him, causing agony as it traveled through everything that made up his body, clearly aiming for his heart. It hurt too much to think or act, at first. It would have been a good time to give up and accept his fate.

But he would not.

He would not throw away his life like this.

"No!" he shouted with a primal fury, shoving his right hand into the distracted speedster's chest and unleashing the most powerful, willful blast he could possibly have fired. He was not going to show people how mortal he was; he was going to fight! The sheer will behind the blast would scorch anyone if they did not have a friction-resistant suit like the man in black did, although that suit did not at all save him from being sent far back.

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He likes to break people, to feel and witness their physical mortality succumb to the force with which he exerts. It is even better when he can feel the damage occurring under his own hands. It is a powerful feeling. And power is intoxicating. The more you have, the more you want; the more you have the more you need to put it on display, flaunt it, use it. And Surge loves to share, but it is not about what he can give, it is about what he can take and what his victims can give him. They can give him that amazing, exhilarating look of terror and agony before he feels their energy ebb away and watch their soul depart from their eyes.

He revels in the feeling of his hand sinking into the Green Lantern’s chest, closer and closer towards the hero’s heart. Only one thing missing. “Come on...don’t disappoint me again,” the modulated voice practically whines, mocking. Show the world your mortality.

Damn Green Lanterns and their stubbornness. And the nasty taste of the energy from that ring of theirs; maybe he should have confiscated it. But that would have involved revealing the lantern then, too. Surge does not know why that bothers him. No, no, it does not bother him. He does not care. It would just be less fun is all.

Distracted? He is definitely distracted. Concentrating on reaching through a man’s chest for the heart beating there will certainly do that. So when the GL’s shoves his fist against his chest in order to shoot him point blanket with a very powerful blast from his ring, the speedster is taken by unprotected surprise. He can feel the heat from the attack but thankfully his suit protects him from the temperature from reaching his skin. The rest of it, oh god, yeah he felt that.

It felt like getting hit in the chest with a wrecking ball and unfortunately his suit does not offer the same protection as a Green Lantern’s does. His sternum gives under the force of the blow, along with some of the ribs in the area of contact, damaging their connection to the bone plate. And then he hits the far wall, feeling a stabbing pain as another broken rib pierces him internally. Legs buckling, he lands in a crumpled heap for minute, stunned while dazedly watching watching the words and readings on the front of his visor.

He breathes raggedly, the sound wet and gargled. He staggers, arm wrapped around his torso, and coughs shallowly. He can feel the blood come up, the warm and sticky liquid dripping down his chin and throat. The speedster’s accelerated healing is doing its best to put him back together again but with the extent of these injuries it will take time. “The brutality,” he remarks haltingly, clearly in a massive amount of pain. “Did not know... you had...that in you, GL…” Another cough and he reaches out to steady himself. “So...proud…”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck the duck. His hand is shaking as he reaches to touch the place on his helmet that will wipe the distracting text from his visor. He feels like he is dying as blood pools under his skin. Every breath is agony, his head is swimming and his body cries out as it loses oxygen from a lack of the ability to draw in adequate amounts of air.

But he cannot just ditch. He has a job and they will be furious if he fails them because he stopped to play. Just a little while longer; he only needs to push a little bit more and he can get out of here. So he braces himself, lowering his hand from his side and orders his broken body to move. With ferocity born of desperation and adrenaline rather than cruelty, he acts to trip the lantern up. When he has lost his balance plants his hand on the side of the man’s head to slam it forcefully against the nearest surface while grabbing his arm and twisting it sharply.

It should be enough to buy Surge the time he needs to snap the neck of his target and get out of there. Even with the rate of healing he needs medical attention, he feels himself losing the battle with his injuries. Have to get out.

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Yep, Hal was definitely feeling the breaking. His body was practically screaming from the sheer agony that was being inflicted upon it. The hand being plunged into his flesh was incorporeal, and yet real enough as it went right through every millimeter of him, causing all the pain he was feeling. If Surge's enjoyment came from what his victims could give him, he was not going to be very happy. Hal was a stubborn man and would not give anything easily. There would be no look of terror... although he was budging a little on the look of agony. There would also be no ebbing away of his life force. He was not planning on giving up his Green Lantern power ring just yet.

It was coming closer to his core. Hal had to act then or else he would surely die. So he did.

Damn straight, Green Lanterns and their stubbornness. Not confiscating the ring was Surge's first and last mistake. Killing a Green Lantern is an all or nothing type deal. The hesitation that Surge felt was the edge Hal needed to survive, to fight back. What good is fun when you cannot succeed? None, that is what.

His distraction opened a very wide window for his right fist to make contact with his chest. The surprised reaction from the evil speedster brought him some satisfaction, as it told him that he could totally win this as long as he kept up the creativity as well as the will to live.

To be fair, a Green Lantern's suit does not usually protect against the kind of blunt force trauma that the speedster was hit with as he was sent back and thrown against the wall. He appeared defeated, so Hal allowed his guard to fall. He stood up, surveying the little indent in the wall where his opponent had impacted from a safe distance.

The breathing was loud enough to be heard from where the Green Lantern stood, ever so barely. It sounded very, very wet and painful. Hal took a moment to look down at his ring hand. He did not know he had such viciousness in him either... he decided to chalk it up to the need to survive, but still. Why had it come out so overly powerful? The apparent pride that the speedster felt disgusted him.

It might have been distraction, it might have been surprise, but the Green Lantern was tripped and his head was slammed into something hard. The next thing he knew, his right arm was twisted painfully. He even swore he heard a snapping sound. That would be fun to deal with later.

At this point, he had been through a lot of pain, so, as his arm was broken, he exclaimed, "Fuck!"

Once Surge let him go, he fell to his knees, holding himself up with his left arm. He would have preferred the hand going through his chest to the broken arm, honestly.

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One night he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses, then says, you're my best friend. And you knew what it was, he is in love. You can hear it in the silence, silence. You can feel it on the way home, way home. You can see it with the lights out, lights out.

You are in love, true love
Truthfully, Iris had not gone too far. She had been in the process of escaping when she realized she was needed. There were other people in the building who were in danger; she could not just leave them. By the time she had directed them to safety the sound of the Green Lantern screaming a profanity in pain makes it down the halls to her. “Hal…” she whispers under her breath. She turns in that direction, hesitating.

A blur whizzes past her. Iris stumbles as she is pushed by the force of the wind that hits her from the speedster’s trail. She trips over a chair and falls to the floor with a clatter and a thud. When she is not descended upon she picks herself back up, limping on her one leg as it smarts from landing awkwardly on it. The woman would not lie and say she was not afraid of what she might find (or that the speedster would return) when she enters the room.

The place had been vacated by the rest of the crew, the camera still rolling live and nobody behind the controls to end the feed. Iris does it herself before approaching the Green Lantern, eyes soft and sad. “GL?” she calls gently, moving to kneel beside him, tentatively touching his shoulder with the tips of her fingers. From there she looks him over. She is no doctor, but she can tell by the odd angle of the man’s arm that it is broke. Her eyes brim with tears and she bites down hard on her lip. “Oh Hal,” she says quietly.

Something out of the corner of her eye grabs her attention for a second and she regrets looking the instance she does - the body of the dead businessman. “Ugh…” she looks away with a definite sound of horrified disgust. She needs to focus herself elsewhere, on someone who could still use her help.

“Come here, hun,” she ushers to the hero as she moves to sit on her knees, encouraging the Green Lantern to lay, rest for a minute with his head on her lap. She places a cool hand on his forehead, watching him with a vigil, concerned gaze. “You’re going to be okay..?” She meant it to be assuring for him, but it comes out more as a question.

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Hal would never admit it with all of his pride, but he definitely needed the help, Iris's help, in this situation. See, heroics was not all fighting and beating up bad guys. It was keeping people safe, getting them out of the big battles. Iris was providing invaluable aid to those in need. She may not have been a metahuman, a magic user, or a Lantern of some color like Hal, but she was a hero in her own right, selflessly risking her own life in order to protect others. Of course, if Hal knew she was doing this, he would have had a panic attack.

He could hear Iris's fall and the exit of the speedster, but he hardly budged to react. The entirety of his scuffle was catching up with him. The punches, the hand, and the broken arm were all tormenting him as he laid there like some kind of a broken rag doll. The limited cellular regeneration would help take care of the mild bruising from the barrage of speedy fists, but it would most certainly not solve the fractures bones inside of him... at least not wholly. It was trying its best, however, to try.

The click of the camera being shut off brought some worrisome thoughts to the Green Lantern, mostly concerning the fact that anyone watching just saw a member of the Justice League thoroughly defeated in a pyrrhic victory. Even the gentle touch caused a surge of pain in the area around it, triggering a twitch in recoil. Her eyes were watering with tears. She needed some reassurance, he could tell. There was a halfhearted smile reminiscent of his normal, cocky grin. "I totally had him, huh?"

Hal was more than happy to oblige Iris's offer for some much-needed comfort. Her words sounded worried. "I have been through black holes, legions of Reds, and the wrath of Appa Ali Apsa. I think I'll live," he joked.

However, it sure as hell felt like he was going to collapse at any moment and not wake up again. There was a glimmer of hope, though. "I guess Wally was wrong about the future," he murmured. "Nothing happened."

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