City of Fallen Angles (Open)

Participants: Red Devil / Open
Open/Closed: Open
Location(s): One of the many building tops of Los Angeles, overlooking the beach
Time of Day: Sunset
Weather: Cool and breezy
Summary: Eddie Bloomberg travels to Los Angeles after getting word an old friend is there, but is that what he finds?

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There were very few people Eddie Bloomberg considered his close friends. This was mostly due to the fact he felt like he annoyed more people than he made people enjoy his company. But people like Virgil, Jaime, Jason, M'Gann, and Rose were different. While some people, like Cassie or Tim, could make him feel like he didn't belong, those few people made him feel like he meant something. But sadly, it was very easy to lose track of people. This was especially true when it came to teams that split apart.

While Eddie had finally gotten to see Jason Todd for the first time in what felt like decades, the other four, the four who he had been on the Titans with, were harder to get a hold of. Eddie had seen Virgil on social media and on the news with the Titans, along with M'gann. They looked busy, so the red skinned devil didn't want to interrupt them. Also, he had a feeling with those two that he'd be a major third wheel. The two always kind of gave off that vibe when together, whether they realized it or not. Not that that was a bad thing though. They were cute together. Maybe someone needed to play matchmaker for them, if the two were too stubborn or thickheaded to notice the obvious cuteness?

Jaime was almost nearly fully off the grid. Sure he popped up from time to time, but he was often seen with Booster Gold. Sure Booster was a dingus, but the guy was a Leaguer! If Jaime was hanging out with him, he must have been doing super important things.

Rose though. Rose was different. In many ways. Specifically, if she didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be found. Once she was off the grid, she might-as-well have just been dead.

Outside of Jason, whom he had seen only a week or so ago, each of the others had been spotted in LA recently. Blue Devil as well, actually. Figuring there was no time like the present to bump into any old friend, Eddie had teleported around until he ended up in Los Angeles. He hadn't really planned anything beyond that, but here he was now. In LA. Sitting atop a building, munching on some fries. No idea what he was doing next.

Shimmering orange glinted high in the air, pulsating proud and fading fast like a dimming lightbulb, synthetic and magnanimous. Light of the heavens gleaming over the peaceful sashay of the tides. A glimmering horizon of orange, and purple, blue and red fading fast as the moon stood tall and proud. The love of god was falling down, and the devil arose from bellowing hellfire. But god and the sun did not go down without a fight, for lo and behold the sun still shone like a beacon of hessonite. Over the waters and beyond the skyline, beaches and roads absorbing some effervescent radiance of fading luminescence. The rolling beaches of California, with its idyllic bliss. Pristine and perfect summertime serenity of warmth and comfort and good feelings.

From Hell - By Dance With the Dead

But this peace would be disrupted, the serenity overturned, and the joy cast off like dust in the wind. A surge of green energy barreled down the twists and turns of cliffside roads, neon lime lightning spiraling outwards in frantic arcs from the trail of chartreuse. What followed in the trail of dust was a triad of black Camaros, galloping over asphalt amidst the fading glimmer of sunlight. They charged after the blur of green, a shamrock general heralding a cavalry of black. The green danced around colorful cars, unaligned with either party, and the Camaros chased close behind. Impossibly fast speeds as wind soared and dust lay scattered across the breeze.

In the past, well... “The present”, this loathsome hellhole was known as the city of angels. Ironic, considering how god forsaken the city was. Homeless littered the streets like trash, drugs and bullets ricocheted off every street corner, and corruption oozed out of every orifice. Colorful dancing lights only veiled the grotesquery which lied beneath, and frankly, that blur of zipping green despised the place. He despised many things... In fact, hate felt like his only emotion at times, but this particular city wrought about profound disgust. No, he wasn’t here by choice. The blur, Thaddeus Thawne II, was on a mission.

Professor Zoom had just made some pact with a slumlord from Gotham known as Penguin.... Why Eobard would ever stoop so low honestly boggles the mind. Penguin was nothing but slime, a skid mark on the winding roads of history... It just didn’t make any sense, why? They were Thawne’s. The proudest lineage to ever grace this island earth. Thaddeus begged for an answer, but Eobard thus far was an atrocious teacher. On that note, Professor Zoom hadn’t taught Thaddeus anything. Well, anything of substance that is. So far it seemed as though this gig as “Kid Zoom” just meant running errands for the most egotistical maniac history has ever known. It sucked, and the cynical clone loathed the busywork. So this particular errand was part of the Penguin’s and Reverse Flash’s deal... The plan was simple enough. Tendrils of the Yakuza are coiled around Central City and scattered across the West Coast. Kid Zoom was instructed to head to Los Angeles, there was something or rather someone called a Shateigashera, a boss of sorts... Thaddeus was instructed to burn his mansion down. It started off well, infiltration was clean and slick... But things spiraled out of control from there... Thus, the Camaros. All of a sudden, it seemed as though the entire state of California was in a foaming frenzy because of one insignificant blunder.. It was annoying, but he could salvage this...

Thaddeus surged ahead, green lightning flailing outwards like tendrils with his inhuman sprint. Wind crashed against his chest, breezing off plastic chest plating of an emerald hue. This wasn’t his usual costume, for as much Eobard seemed to loath his pupil, the Reverse Flash still seemed to want an errand boy which wasn’t riddled in bullets. His suit was a black Kevlar like material, padded out with pauldrons and bracers of a similar hue to his chest plate. All of which were accented with flashing green spikes which vaguely resembled lightning bolts. There was a backwards lightning bolt at the very center of his chest piece which shimmered in hues of scarlet, and finally a green helmet covering the entirety of his face, with bulbous scarlet goggles which pulsated maroon, carmine, and vermillion like roaring hellfire. Decked out as a demon in this city of angels, the pupil of Professor Zoom sprinted past speeding vehicles, dancing eloquently between them with a trail of chartreuse light. The pursuers gave chase, faster than you’d expect, as though they outfitted for just the occasion of facing a speedster.

Thaddeus brushed the edge of a Volkswagen, fingers sliding across the metal like water. One of the Camaros rammed into the Volkswagen, causing it to veer off into the cliff side. Thaddeus swiftly dodged the attack with a quick zip to the right. The second Camaro sped forwards. It tried to ram it’s front bumper into the young Thawne, but Thaddeus sashayed swiftly to the left causing the vehicle to rear-end a Subaru. The second was out, but the first and third yet remained. Thaddeus raced neck and neck with the third, red eyes pulsating violently with an intense glare into the passenger side window. The passenger of Camaro three fired gunshots wildly out the window, but Thaddeus phased through them, and with a spin, phased right into the vehicle’s backseat. Red eyes swirling with anger, he lunged his face between driver and passenger. ”Pathetic!” He snarled, the driver so frightened by the teen’s sudden inexplicable appearance, swerved the wheel, causing the whole vehicle to crash into a pileup of four separate cars. Thaddeus phased out, surging ahead and leaving the final vehicle to weasel it’s way through a wall of crashed cars.

The genius of Thaddeus Thawne is unrivaled. He didn’t need allies, he didn’t need friends, he didn’t need Eobard or anyone! Kid Zoom belonged to himself, and only himself. Titans East was a joke, as was Deathstroke, Sungirl, and all the other jokers he’d been forced to collude with. Just look at all the damage he caused! Yeah, Kid Zoom was better off working alone. There was an ear to ear grin under that gaudy helmet as he glanced back at his handiwork, thugs cursing him off as the speedster ran off. Racing past the beaches and out of the outskirts, the Reverse Kid Flash doin reached Los Angeles itself. There was little time to bask in the city’s immediate grotesquery, for young Thaddeus was greeted by another squadron of would be assailants. A large black truck revved behind a stoplight, with three cars on the opposing side of the intersection following suite. Thaddeus raced by, and the vehicles gave chase. In bolt of fiery green, Thaddeus surged ahead. Another truck stood guard on the path ahead, forcing Thaddeus to turn left. Then came a third once more blocking the path forwards, and another at a stoplight to his left, forcing him now right. Was this a real? Hell no, they were thugs and morons, he wagered half of them hadn’t even passed grade school. Kid Zoom was a super genius, they were nothing but flies to him. Another Camaro, dead ahead, then a truck to his right, forcing the speedster left. Finally, he skidded to a halt... He was at an intersection, black cars north, south, east, and west.... Engines revving menacingly was the maniac stood cornered like a rat in a cage... Crap. It was a trap.

| Eddie Bloomberg |

Eddie, in between shoveling food into his face, scrolled through his phone. Texts, photos, texts, photos....The cycle between them weighed on the devilish young man. A good few of his texts to his friends were just him messaging and getting no reply, or a conversation from forever ago promising to keep in touch. A lot of the photos were now a year old. Reminders of times gone by, both the texts and photos. Sure there were some more recent ones from Jason, but it felt to Eddie as soon as he began to get some friends and a nice network going, everyone either left him or forgot about him.

It stung.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, but the sigh found itself silenced by a sudden burst of speed and the revving of many engines and tires squealing. A lightning figure streaked by, followed kind-of-sort-of-not-really close by by a bunch of vehicles. "Bart, what did you do?" Eddie questioned to himself. He noted that the lightning, though somewhat hard to see given the speed, was not Bart's typical orangish-yellow, but instead a greenish colour. That was weird, but hey, heroes changed their gear a lot.

Training his eyes on the direction everything was going, Eddie snapped his tail causing a circular portal to open beneath him. Falling into it, he soon appeared above another portal that did much the same thing. The portal jumping allowed the young hero to catch up to the cars and see what was going on. Staying on the rooftops, hopefully out of eye and earshot, Eddie's eyes shifted around frantically to assess the situation.

Yup, there was Bart, surrounded by four very nice looking rides. Whatever Bart had done must have annoyed the wrong people. Bart wasn't a close friend of Eddie, but he wasn't about to let Bart be made into a car sandwich. His tail cracked again and soon he appeared beside who he thought was Bart, the smell of brimstone filling the air. "You owe me some cheesefries" he stated quickly as his tailed cracked once more and he pulled the speedster into it. The two, within milliseconds, appeared on the roof Eddie had previously been spying from. As the portal closed, Eddie grabbed the speedster by the shoulders and glanced at him. "The Hell are you doing Kid Flash? You coulda gotten hurt!" Eddie scolded before he paused to asses the person in front of him. Was this Bart? Was this not Bart?

"Why are you wearing green anyways KF? And like...did you shrink? You look shorter"

The fact of the matter is, we live in a dog eat dog world. Friends are just enemies in disguise, and enemies are to be exterminated no matter the cost. There is no good nor evil, only power and the anarchists which tear down human enlightenment brick by brick. Might makes right, and the unrighteous and unmighty are but sheep to shepherd by intelligencia. The Thawne lineage, they are the only righteous force in this sick and disgusting world. Eobard and Thaddeus were going to fix the past, he knew this... A coherent timeline of perfection, erasing all discrepancies and enforcing this grand philosophy from the farthest back B.C., to the nearest future and beyond. That is what set the Thawne’s apart from these, lesser primates. They did not dwell on the past, they fixed it! Tampered with it by rooting out the cancer in all time streams... The Allens, and West’s and other loathsome creatures splattered across centuries. Eobard Thawne would love on, immortal, and Thaddeus Thawne, a demigod protégée.

Of course, all grand plans have their hiccups.... And this particular slip up by Thaddeus Thawne nearly cost him his life. He was quite honestly flabbergasted by the whole ordeal, actually. An unparalleled genius of his standing trapped like a rat by a group of gangland dumbasses with the combined I.Q. of ten? An impossible notion, but here we are. Green eyes scanned left to right as engined roared like an elephant’s howl. He began calculating escape routes, most of which he deemed as either very painful or very lethal. The safest in his eyes, being charging a speeding vehicle head on to jump on the windshield, rolling off the vehicle, then sprinting away. But, one very like scenario which could have arose from this situation was just plain getting run over by the speeding vehicle. Things frankly looked grim, but his pride would never allow him to admit that.

Thaddeus braced for the worse, and the worse came... It came in the form of someone he instantly despised. A swirling vortex took shape, a monster lush figure came from it. It’s eyes burnt yellow like magma, with skin red as blood. Thaddeus fell back with a shriek, horrified by the beast and it’s fiery yellow eyes. It grabbed the speedster and pulled him in, and all Thaddeus could do is stammer. ”What-what are you!?” Frantic and fearful, Zoom’s eyes darted all over under that helmet of his. They were no longer on the road, and no longer surrounded by trucks and mafiosos. They were on a rooftop above, the shimmering glow of sunset glaring faintly over them. Horror soon faded into mere anxiousness, for the creature spoke like a human, and not monster. In fact, it seemed to convey some vague familiarity with him... No, not him, but with Bart. I’m face, it mistook the Thawne boy for Bart... A prospect which could prove interesting, and useful. He’d play the part of Bart Allen for now, for it was a role he’d played before. But who was this being? It seemed to know Allen, but Craydl never mentioned it before. Was it just that unremarkable? This was too much to take in at once, Thad’s pride was already dashed by the trap those goons set... And now, adding insult to injury, this creep decides to scold him like he was some child. ”If you’re just going to chastise me, then do me the favor of sending me back.” Then is called him short. Thawne was most displeased, but held his tongue. Perhaps this halfwit could prove useful? ”Green is superior to yellow in every feasible way.” Was the simple answer he gave ”I had everything under control, you know. Now those halfwits will be pissed with you too.”

| Eddie Bloomberg |

Really, Eddie had never truly thought of what others must think when something that looks like an actual demon from hell appears from a portal and grabs them. In truth, it was probably terrifying, even for other heroes, but Eddie had gotten so used to it that he just did it out of habit now. He hadn't even been fazed by the others reaction of minor terror as he brought the speedster to safety.

The smell of brimstone and fire had faded slightly as the portal closed and the two began to converse on top of the building. Bart wasn't someone Eddie had the chance to work with a lot, but the kid really made an impression. That's why the suit had really stood out to him, but then the words the speedster said also caught him by surprise. There was impatience here, like with Bart, but no where near the lack of attention that Kid Flash had. Bart wasn't an airhead by any means, but he was bored of things easily, from what Eddie knew. It all lent itself to a certain way of carrying oneself and talking. It was a perk he had seen many try to emulate in movies he helped on, but few pulled off well.

With a crack of his tail, when the other had suggested sending him back, a portal opened once more. An eyebrow raised and as Eddie spoke, a light of fire could be seen in the back of his throat, illuminating the area as he talked. "By all means, go back then" As the other kept talking, Eddie crouched a little. He was not the tallest teen, but he had been taller than Bart at least. He got to the same eye level as the green suited speedster and gave a couple short and quick sniffs. "You don't smell like Flaming Hot Cheetos and BOLT! Energy drinks"

Eddie paused as he stood back up, but the eyebrow stayed raised. He had everything under control? It really didn't look like it. "Okay, you can't be KF. I don't think he's legally allowed to swear. Shorter, more deliberate speech, doesn't smell like Cheetos and energy drinks, swears...Are you a clone of Kid Flash? A Twin? Wait, does he have a twin? No, wait, that's Mas y Menos..." Eddie's finger tapped his chin before his demonic feet carried him to the edge of the roof, glancing down at the scene below. The thugs were still there, obviously. They had begun looking for a way up the tall building it seemed.

"Alright, Kid Flash 2 point 0, what's going on here?"

There was something breathtaking about the City of Angel’s glistening orange horizon, a magnanimous ball of fire radiating shades dimming tangerine. It stood as a fierce backdrop to a sudden flickering purple luminescence which was the City proper. Street lights started rhythmically twinkling like starlight, skyscrapers began gleaming iridescent magenta squares, and towering palm trees became enveloped in shadowy black.

One skyscraper stood out amongst it’s peers. Amidst the backdrop of opalescent orange waves, two clashing silhouettes stared each other down. A spaded tail danced in the air like a delighted serpent, trailing down a taller figure which crouched slightly to be at eye level with the other. Horns grew out of beatnik hair, flowing like water down to meet wings which hung off the arms like cobwebs. Glinting magma seemed to radiate with every utterance and every smile, with bright eyes to match. In contrast, the shorter figure had poor posture, and an overall irritated dreariness which manifested in wispy green static piercing the air around his feet and shoulders. Red eyes flared an unflinching anger from the profile’s faceless helmet. A vortex materialized before the backdrop, causing unflinching angry red eyes to somehow look even angrier. Thaddeus had no intention of even humoring the irritating gesture with a retort. This, whatever it was, it was grating and Thawne already hated it. Though... Thaddeus as he often remorsefully lamented, well, Thaddeus hated everyone, and everything. It was often quite saddening to think about, how no body or no thing could offer the simple pleasure of joy. It just made him even angrier to think about.

Then the way it crouched to speak to him, it just felt so condescending. As if Thaddeus were lesser, as if he was minute and something worth looking down upon. Eobard always looked at him like that, though usually a bit more aggressively, and Thad hated it. He hated feeling less then, weaker, slower. In his twisted heart, he could feel everyone looking down at him, even if they weren’t. Even those who offered even a glimmer of compassion, it all felt condescending and fake. Even if it wasn’t. Even if people weren’t truly as awful as he assumed. It’s just how his warped head interpreted the world around him. His posture shrunk even further with clenched fists and grit teeth.

This thing saw through the speedster’s “Bart Allen ruse” before he even had a chance to use it. Another reason to dislike this freak. It prattled on and on, and finally Kid Zoom snapped. ”I’m not shorter!” - than him. I’m better than Bart. I’m smarter than Bart. I’m stronger than Bart. I’m taller than Bart. ”I don’t need this.” Gravel erupted in a cascade of green sparks, with hatred boiling in his blood he sprinted off barreling through a maintenance hatch in the skyscraper’s roof. Neon wind blurred through office spaces and spiraled down the stairway of a fire escape route. Green lightning trailing a fiery spiral downward, until it came to a screeching halt. ”$#!t.” Gunfire erupted in his direction, for a band of particularly upset Yakuza had begun ascending that very same stairwell. He fled back the way he came, racing up spiraling stairs, blurring past office space, and whizzing back through the building’s maintenance hatch. A gust of green wind zipped back to Eddie, and he stood there once again. He was incapable of looking the devil in the eyes. He looked to the gravely flooring beneath him, quietly swallowing a lump in his throat. ”Why do you even care?” Was the long awaited answer to perhaps more than one of the older teen’s questions. ”You’ll get nothing out of helping me.... Except maybe a death warrant.” Kindness and human decency was not something any Thawne could even fathom. It was something pathetically alien to their whole lineage, the idea that someone didn’t want something in return.

| Eddie Bloomberg |

While the other may have thought of Eddie's actions as rude and condescending, that was never Eddie's intention. While true, the acts were easily seen as that, Eddie always saw his actions as light banter. Light teasing. Eddie was not a very serious person, and so nothing he did was really ever meant to be taken so seriously.

The other was gruff, Eddie couldn't quite put his finger on it. He was no where as good as Raven at reading people, but she was also an Empath. Hell, even Tim could read people better. Tim was trained by Batman though, so that could easily be why. But even with how dense Eddie could be at times, he could tell something was eating away at this other kid on the inside. What that was, Eddie had no clue though. It could be guilt, it could be fear, hell, it could even be unimaginable happiness that the green one didn't know how to process. But there was something there. Eddie wasn't a therapist though, so it wasn't his job to analyze the other.

When the other interrupted him, Eddie made a quick height gesture seemingly measure the other teen to an imaginary Bart beside him. "K, bye" As the other teen exclaimed he didn't need this, the wind from the speedster kicked up and some gravel sputtered at his legs. Eddie just shrugged, this kid clearly had his own things to figure out.

In the brief time the the kid had left, Eddie peered over the edge to see the numerous vehicles parked and a handful of men rushing out of them and heading to the building. Before he could count them all, the others voice came back to his ear. Eddie turned around with a puzzled look on his face and quirked an eyebrow. "I don't care though?" Eddie's answer was blunt, but not inaccurate. This kid clearly didn't want his help and he wasn't here to force his help onto anyone. "I mean, I care that I lost my cheesy fries plucking some brat out of a dangerous situation" Eddie once ore peered over the ledge to where the fries had surely landed.

They were really good fries.

"You seem fast, I'm surprised you can't just outrun them" Eddie commented, looking up into the sky. "I thought speedsters were faster than sportscars" That part was mostly questioned to himself, however Eddie did turn back to the other as he finished his words. Tapping his chin again, Eddie calmly walked over to the rooftop entrance and let out a small stream of flame. The door was metal, as was the frame around it. It wouldn't take too long, and it didn't, as Eddie wielded the door shut. "That should buy us some time to talk...so here's the deal, Kid Flash two point oh. You tell me who you are, what happened, and why you look like a shorter version of my teammate, and I'll port you to whatever city you wanna go to"

Apathy was a respectable quality. Thaddeus didn’t understand many emotions, but apathy towards his fellow man was something he was well versed in. It’s a kill or be killed sort of world out there, after all. So when Eddie casually expressed disinterest Thaddeus gave a sigh of relief. He wasn’t a fan of thoughts or ideas he didn’t understand, he was closed minded - single minded, actually. This answer was acceptable and not something he felt needed be pressed further. Of course, Thawne shared a similar apathy towards the devil’s damned cheese fries.



”Don’t undersell it. I’m the fastest person you’ll ever meet.” The speedster glared towards the older meta human as he looked to skies. Thaddeus was appalled by the second question, would not even dignify it with an answer. He was abundantly faster than the sports cars, but his (rather poor) strategy was to keep at their pace and take them out one by one. But there were many, and the strategy proved mostly fruitless. There was one other factor which turned out to be a problem.... Some of the goons were doped up on Velocity 9. A sort of steroid which made druggies into drag racers for a short time, something which only recently became available to the black market. He analyzed Eddie as he moved towards the rooftop entrance. Those flames had to be at the very least 3590° Celsius to weld a door like that shut. With the teleportation portals as well, this ingrate would certainly be a threat. Thawne’s always win, but it would be a painful victory. This allowed Thaddeus some time to plead his case... His calculation was to begin with the truth in order to gain glimmers of trust then proceed with a specific lie which would put him in a better light than his name and rank would warrant. ”My name is Thaddeus Thawne. I’m nothing like Kid Flash. In fact, some might say I’m the Reverse...” Black gloves coiled around the expressionless mouthpiece of his helmet. His face was released from the mask’s confines with a mechanical hiss with a mess of blonde billowing out from the helmet, settling washed but unkempt almost shoulder length. Thaddeus looked up and released an uncharacteristically soft expression, not a smile but a comfortable relieved exhale. Closed eyes looked to the heavens, bathing in the summer warmth like a cat soaking up sunlight on a window still. With a crack of his neck, a face much like Kid Flash’s but a bit paler met the orange glow of the devil. In a blur of sparks the boy with a god complex opened a vacant glare into glowing demonic eyes. Eyes black as the void with glistening red irises sparking like an overcharged capacitor locked on to the fiery yellow glint of that oversized imp. A frown settled upon Thaddeus’ pale face, and the alien black and red glimmer faded into a natural white and emerald hiding under a dull half lid.

Every action and reaction was a calculated effort. The typical twenty first century dullard has a noteworthy trend of being more receptive towards human features. The eyes especially serve as a means for which to communicate fickle gratuitous emotions. He had to show his face, he had to show his eyes all a subtle attempt at manipulation. To look more human than the glaring featureless helmet. He was trained to retain the facade of humanity in most manipulative endeavors, but it was always ruse he struggled to maintain. He was stiff as a board with almost mechanical choreographed movements as well as a speech pattern which just didn’t quite fit in and eyes which were unsettling and spoke little of kindness. He didn’t quite understand that his stony fish eyed face was perhaps just as inhuman as the helmet. ”That’s right, I’m the Reverse Flash. One of four, in fact (that your timeline knows of at least). The Rival, Professor Zoom, Zoom, and then there’s me. You can call me Kid Zoom. Or Inertia. I’d rather you not address me at all, frankly.”


”I feel it’s my.....” He took a moment to carefully consider his words. Conscientiously constructing a sentence which would convey Kid Flash in an image that would be “heroes” like this big red animal would be disgusted by. ”Civic duty to inform you: that teammate you mentioned... He is an inferior and inadequate fugitive from the thirtieth century. You work with a criminal - but I digress.” As far as Thaddeus knew, or rather was misinformed, this tidbit was true as well. The propaganda Inertia has been fed since infancy suggested that Bart was along the lines of a terrorist or a dissident. It was also insinuated by Craydl that Bart eats babies, but that hasn’t been proven. Yet.

”You’re familiar with the Moeta-Kai Yakuza, correct? The Japanese Mob. Well, they’re a little upset with me at the moment because I’m doing the job the Flash ‘Family‘ claims to do. But I’m doing it better.” The strongest web of lies are often spun with strings of truth. But a lie by omission is still a lie. He was, in a matter of thinking, doing the Flash’s job. Bart’s job. He was clearing the streets of these degenerates, perhaps a little harsher than the Flash would. But the rationale behind this task is where things get especially murky. Not out of the goodness of his heart, rather as a means to an ends. He had motivations he’d rather not divulge, interests which Red Devil would not have agreed with - and likely wouldn’t have helped him for. ”I’m trying to eliminate their boss. It pains me to say I haven’t been successful so far.”

| Eddie Bloomberg |