Bruce Wayne joins forces with Diana Prince and Jessica Kent to ensure that Superman's ultimate sacrifice is not in vain. The plan is to assemble a team of metahumans to protect the world from a potentially catastrophic threat. The task proves more d...
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23-YEAR-OLD Barry Allen rushed down the sidewalk of the bustling Central City as he struggled to zip up his jacket.
"Am I late?" He checked his watch before groaning. "No, I'm so late. I'm very late!" He grumbled to himself. He was on his way to a dog care center where he was looking to inquire for a job. A woman with her small dog came into his line of sight. His eyes lit up at the sight. "Oh, hey, buddy! Hey..."
The dog growled before trying to bite at Barry's fingers. He gasped, using his speed for a second out of fear. He glared at the dog as lightning appeared and disappeared from behind him.
He loved animals, but not when they tried to bite his fingers off for no good reason. "Rude." He muttered.
Not paying attention to where he was going, he barely missed bumping into a beautiful black woman with short curly hair.
She gasped in surprise. "I'm so sorry!" Barry apologized. The woman only smiled at him before scooting past him to leave through the door of the shop.
He watched her go into her car before remembering where he was. He turned to face a short, chubby, middle-aged white woman with a dull expression on her face.
He jumped in surprise at how she looked. "I'm... I'm so sorry I'm so late. I didn't mean to be so late. I'm me and I'm here and I'm so sorry I'm late." He scratched the back of his head, realizing he had begun to repeat himself. "Essentially, the bus didn't come, then the bus did come, but then there was this old woman counting change for the fare, like, nickel, penny, nickel, penny. Like, jeez Louise, let this woman on the bus. She's 107 years old, these are some of her last few moments of life."
The woman rolled her eyes at Barry's excuse. "Resume."
He felt his nervous smile drop. "Resume?" She sighed at his expression. "Oh, the French, of course! 'Resume' I believe, is a past participle of..." He dug his hand into his front pocket, pulling out a folded, crumpled, piece of paper. He sucked on his teeth at the sight. "Uh, wow... That's no good. It's like, what lives in my pocket, right? 'Paper monster hungry'!"
The woman snatched it out of his hands, unraveled it, and read through it boringly. Barry only scratched the back of his neck. He was totally not getting the job. "Central City College, I'm a criminal justice major."
The woman raised a brow. "You said you had experience walking dogs." Barry's attention diverted his gaze over to the woman in the convertible. She smiled at him as Barry stared at her dreamingly. That's when he noticed a semi-truck running a red light.
The woman turned her gaze back to the front. She gasped in fear, stomping her foot on the brake pedal. The car's tires screeched against the pavement, the front of the car colliding with the backside of the truck's trailer.
The woman went flying out of her seat causing Barry to panic. With his 'faster than the speed of light' running time, he turned his feet towards the window, destroying his red shoes in the process. Everything slowed down to half a speed per second, dogs barking stopped and opened mouthed, flies getting ready to land on the table halted while flapping their grotesque wings.
