OOC: Ok, since I'm told no-one has any idea where the Flash has been, I'm going to explain a little before I go into character as well as kind of bringing every character together for one big story. Sorry if this is long but I just winged it and didn't feel like editing it down.
Enjoy.
A few months ago Flash was minding his own buisness stuffing pizza into his face at a Sbarro's when he was allerted by who seemed to be a panicking Superman being attacked by Metallo. Realizing how urgent the matter was, Flash raced from Keystone City to Metropolis in a matter of 4 minutes. Superman on his knees while Metallo raising his fist for the final blow, the kryptonite is all of a sudden gone from his chest. "Looking for this?" says Flash arrogantly tossing the kryptonite from hand to hand. "You little s**t!" replies Metallo as he charges at him. "Too slow!" exclaims Flash as the wires are ripped out of Metallo's chest before he even takes a fourth step. Metallo gags, his eyes go out and he falls to his knees, and then WHAM on his face.
"You ok man?" says Flash. "Thank you. Thank you so much." answers Superman gratefully. "What was that all about? Usually you can take take that creep on your own.". "Don't worry about him right now." says Superman still on his knees panting. "You look sick man. I gotta get you some help quick" says Flash. "It's ok, he's no longer a threat" says Superman before uppercutting The Flash hard in the groin. "GAK!"yells Flash as he falls to the pavement on his side and rolls onto his back. "I am...Target: The Flash-status: Innactive. Proceeding to phase 2. Retrieval and return".
Flash wakes up unconscious in a dark and metallic room, strapped too a wall. "...You've gotta be kiddin' me..." he says. He then tries to vibrate his way out of the steel shackles using friction in order to temper them and make them soft enough to break out of...But then he realizes nothing is happening... He tries again. But still nothing. "...Son-of-a-B**CH!!!
". "That's not going to do you any good Mr.West" says someone in the shadows."Grodd?" Flash replied. "...You see...I realized I've been going about this all wrong the past few years." he continued. "You can cut the crap Grodd. I've kicked your ass enough to recognize your fake british accent anywhere" Flash interupted. Gorilla Grodd finally walks out of the shadows...On both his hands and feet. "You humans are so impatient. You have no appreciation for the dramatic". "No, it's just pretty difficult to take a talking monkey seriously." "APE YOU BUFFOON!" growls Grodd, ready to smack the smiling Flash right accross the face. "...No, there's no point in doing you harm. I no longer wish to degrade myself to the level of you savage humans. I have always felt that you humans were not fit enough to govern yourselves and should be instead governed by a superior being such as myself. I've always had the concept but never had the means. Until now".
Robots resembling the members Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Kyle Rayner's Green Lantern, The Martian Manhunter, Aquaman, and most importantly, The Flash all walk out of the shadows as well. "They are perfect in every way" continued Grodd. The robot Flash smiles at his counterpart. "If you haven't guessed it by now, I am going to capture each and everyone of you Justice League nuances and replace you with my creations here. Once that is accomplished, they will procede to wreak havoc on this pathetic excuse of a habitat you call a planet. I will of course easily stop the so called 'rogue heroes' and the public, even the rest of your so called heroes, your Justice Societies and your Titans, they will see the greatness that they have underestimated for so long and worship my waste!." he rants. "...okay first of all: ew. Second of all that has to be one of
the worst plans I've ever heard. Do you honestly think people are going to believe that these things are us? Farless for every other superhuman on the freakin planet who know us. I mean these guys came to my birthday party for christ's sake. They
know me...They're not gonna be fooled by some toaster in a leotard. Now let me out of these things so I can kick your asses and be on my merry way. My pizza's getting cold."
"You just don't get it do you" finally speaks the robot Flash. "We are your superiors. We've got you down to where and when you last took a dump. We're so authentic that even Superman won't be able to tell the difference, not that he'll get the chance to. We are going to destroy the world around you and you can't even watch.
". The Flash just stares at him with his eyes open in shock. Gorilla Grodd finally chimes in. "And the oscar goes to...". Flash slowly and angrily turns his head back to Grodd. "...You're not going to get away with this. "Won't I Mr.West? Won't I?". Flash still stares at him with his twisted face. "You have a nice day Walter" and with that he leaves the room along with this robots, except for the Flash who casually walks up to his counterpart with a smile on his face "It's a shame that we couldn't have met under better circumstances. You seem like an oh so charming gentleman.
" he says in a semi-sarcastic voice. "And it'll be a shame to have to destroy such a handsom face once I break free of these oversized bracelettes" replies Flash angrily. "Yawn. You're boring me. Toodles
" says the false Flash as he walks out of the rooms and the lights shut off. "...Toodles?
" says a puzzled Flash in the dark.
OOC: Again, apologizing for the long ass set-up.
.....And hungry...The least these bastards could do was feed me while I'm down here.....HEEEEYYYY! HEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYY! HELP! HEEEEEELP-wait, why am I screaming? They left me here to die to begin with. Come on man, use your head. *I bang my head on wall only to hear scraping sound from lightning bolt things I put on my head because I thought they looked so cool at the time for god knows what reason*...*I scrape the wall again*...
