Anti-Hero Speedster One-Shots

Karaoke Night

The bar was packed. The gang were enjoying themselves. Drinking, darts, pool, and slot machines. There was a guy on a stage with a mic in hand, 'singing' lyrics coming up on a screen for karaoke night.

Everyone was enjoying themselves. With the sounds of darts hitting a board, pool balls clashing, and slot machines spinning. People were drinking and just having fun. All of them of course a part of a gang, well, everyone except for the bartenders.

"Hey, sweet cheeks. Why not you come home with me?" One of the gang members said to a bartender.

All she did was roll her eyes and walk away.

"Hey! I'm talking to you."

She didn't respond.

Then all of a sudden, the singing stopped. Everyone looked to the stage and saw the singer on the ground with the mic broken through his jaw, blood spilling out everywhere.

"You know, I hate that song. This will do better." A voice came from the jukebox.

Everyone quickly turned to the voice, guns drawn, and they saw the Spirit of St. Louis leaning over the jukebox.

"This is a better song." he said as he pulled some money from a wallet and put it in.

"Hey, that's my wallet!" The gang member who was harassing the bartender shouted.

"No shit, Sherlock. Thanks for paying for this song. Now, where were we? Oh, right. Your deaths."

Spirit quickly sped around the bar and drove his knife into someone's face, she quickly fell over dead.

The rest of the gang started shooting, but Spirit treated it as if it were some sort of dance. Using the speed force, he danced his way away from the bullets.

"You've got to do better than that, lads."

He ran over to one guy by the slot machines and grabbed him by the back of his head and made him face the machine.

"What are you going to do, bash my face into that?" The man challenged.

"Sounds good to me."

But instead of bashing his face into the glass, he pulled him to the lever and started bash his face into the ball on the tip of the lever. Using the speed force, he made short work of him, ending with the ball and lever going through his skull.

"TOMMY!"

He quickly ran over to the darts and grabbed all of them.

"Ok, let's see how good of an aim I am."

He started throwing the darts, hitting everyone of the gang members. Some he hit in the eyes, some in the leg, some even in the chest. Nothing was fatal though. Well, not at first. Spirit quickly ran around and drove the darts fully into their bodies, only killing the ones with the darts in their eyes or chest.

Several gang members ran behind a pool table and knocked it over, taking cover. But Spirit just picked up the balls that had rolled towards him and started throwing them at them once they stood up to shoot. The balls came fast, breaking bones. Spirit grabbed a pool stick and tossed a ball into the air and tried to hit it like a baseball, but thanks to the balls weight and density, and the lack of density in the stick, the ball did really go anywhere and the stick broke.

"Huh. Should have saw that coming."

Spirit shrugged it off and grabbed the other half of the stick and ran over to the guys behind the table and drove the sticks into two of them, killing them. He quickly ran back over to the pool ball he failed to hit accurately, and tried again, but this time with his sword. He used the flat side of the blade and this time he did hit it accurately, the ball shot through the last guy's chest.

"Should I have said four? Eh, who cares."

All of a sudden he heard a gunshot and time slowed around him as he ran out of the way, grabbed the shooter and dragged him over to where he was standing, allowing him to get shot. As soon as he was done, the shooter clenched his throat as it bled, and dropped his gun.

He turned to more of the gang and sped over to the lot of them. In a flash of light, the group aiming their guns at him fell to the ground and all of their heads rolled away from them.

"I love this sword."

Then he heard glass break as someone was trying to escape. He looked over and recognized one of the gang members.

"Oh no you don't."

He grabbed his knife again and threw it, using the speed force of course. But as he threw it, electricity arcked to it, electrifying it in the process. The blade was embedded into the guy's back, electrifying him in the process.

Then he heard a frightened scream. He looked over to the bar and saw the harasser holding the bartender with a gun pointed to her head.

"Take another step and she's dead!" He shouted.

"You're fucking idiot." Spirit responded.

In a flash of light, Spirit was in front of the them, with his sword driven into the harasser's hand and shoulder in a way that he was unable to pull the trigger. He screamed out in pain and let go of the girl.

Just as Spirit was about to go for the kill, the song changed.

"And I'm all about that bass, that bass! No trouble!"

"Fuck! I hate this song!" Spirit shouted.

He quickly pulled his sword out of him, making him drop the gun, and ran him over to the jukebox and repeatedly bashed his face into it, stopping the music and the harasser's heart.

"Well, that was fun." Spirit chuckled as he looked around. The entire gang was dead.

But he quickly walked over to the woman he saved. Of course, she cowered into the bar. Spirit didn't sped to her, he just crouched next to her.

"Are you alright?"

"Please don't hurt me." She pleaded.

"I won't, I promise. I do suggest you call 911. There has been a few murders here."

The woman just gave him a confused look.

"I also suggest going to therapy for a while, ok. Anywho, I gotta go. I would rather not deal with the police tonight. Alright, see ya." He said before speeding off into the night.