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Flash Tormented	By : Cornacopia Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 6193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Flash kept his eyes closed, feigning sleep until he could figure out what to do. His head was throbbing and he was disoriented. He was having trouble focusing his eyes, they seemed a little too blurry, but he wasn’t able to rub them. He’d done a quick once over and found himself and tied to a chair in what looked like a large conference room. The same conference room he’s woken up in when he and Luthor had suffered their body swap several months ago.
            Flash’s fake sleeping didn’t appear to have fooled Luthor because a moment after he’d awoken a rough hand had grabbed the front of his costume and gave him a hard shake.
            “I know you’re conscious, fool. You gave yourself away.” Flash grunted as Luthor punched him hard. The other villains in the room laughed, bringing Luthor’s attention back to them. “This matter is settled. I have plans here for our guest that I will include you in later. Now, leave. All of you.” He added, and Flash saw Tala’s hesitation.
            “Let me go!” he demanded as everyone was piling out of the room, leaving the two alone in the large room. “Why go to all this trouble.” He shook his head, as though he were trying to shake the ache out of his skull. “What do you want with me?!” Luthor smiled in his own, special evil way. That made Flash cringe inwardly. That was not a pleasant smile to be at the mercy of.
            “Why, I want to get to know you better. We shared quite a personal experience a few months ago, did we not? I feel as though I’ve almost grown to know you intimately.”
            “Shove off, baldy.” Flash snapped angrily. That had been one of the most terrifying experiences of his life. Not knowing what was happening, trapped in an unknown place with hundreds of enemies. He still had nightmares sometimes where he was trapped in Luthor’s slower, strange body.
            “Now, now. You’ll want to be nicer to me. I hold your fate in my hands, Flash.” He said as he pulled the mask off of Flash’s face, revealing deep green eyes, freckled cheeks, and splash of fiery red hair. “Or should I call you Wally West, now that we’re getting to be such good friends.” Wally’s beautiful eyes widened and Luthor scoffed. “Don’t be so surprised. I have a photographic memory, as you know. Isn’t it a given that I would look under your mask when we switched bodies? Though I must admit that when I first saw your face, I had no idea at all who you were. Not that it wasn’t too hard to figure out once I was back in my own body…” he mused.
            “So you know who I am. You’ve known who I am.” The unmasked hero said defiantly, “What are you going to do about it? Send me a bunch of hate mail?” The joke seemed hollow and lame even to Flash’s ears, but he had to at least try and seem unafraid. The League would arrive soon and pull him out as they always did. Different dimension or no.
            “No, no.” Luthor patted him on the head mockingly as the red head struggled for a moment to free himself from his bindings. They didn’t give. “I’ll leave it to your imagination all of the terrible things I could do to you now that I know your name. So far, I am the only one who knows your name. Your real identity is so insignificant I doubt any of the others even have the means to find out even if they saw your real face.” He smirked at the jibe. “I haven’t revealed your secret to anyone. Not that it matters much with theses petty villains, they always do the same old thing. Threatening family members is a tired trick.” He paused. “We’ll try something much more fun to get you to do what you want. Anyway, the League is a much closer family to you, I think.”
            “What are you planning to do?”
            “Ah, a direct question. You are a poor interrogator. I plan on using you in any way that I can to bring profit to my organization. If you’re good and comply, when I’m done with you I’ll keep you around, and I won’t turn you over to Granny Goodness. She has quite an interest in a conversation with you about your little visit to Apokolips with her escape artist.
            This time, Flash visually cringed. Granny Goodness was a vicious, evil creature. He knew without a doubt he wouldn’t survive a full day in her custody. He had seen enough proof of that when he’d infiltrated her fortress on Apokolips. That was a terrifying place full of torture, disembowelment, and slow agonizing death.
            And he had managed to piss off the woman in charge. Flash cursed.
            “You wouldn’t.”
            “Once you’ve served my purpose, you will be welcome to stay and work for me instead.” Luthor conceded, smiling evilly. “I’m sure I will find a use for you.”
            “Psh, how do you plan on getting me to cooperate? You know I’ll never agree to help you. No matter what you threaten to do. We always win in the end.”
            “I’m so glad you asked that question. I think you will help me, eventually. You just require the right persuasion. I think you’ll find that I have very persuasive methods. And we have plenty of time.”
            “Yeah…right.” Wally murmured, not forgetting that a Luthor very similar to this one had once killed a Flash very similar to himself.
            Luthor adopted that annoying smirk again. It made his eyes wider, and gave him a menacing, almost maddened look. “I see you haven’t forgotten what your death did to the Justice Lords. I always forget that you aren’t a complete moron. No, don’t worry. I’m not going to let you die.” The words sounded a lot more like a threat than Flash liked. “And I’ll even give you a chance to simply join me and do as I say without much pain and suffering.” He pulled the mask back over the hero’s red hair, and fit is back into place.
            Flash glared at him silently. All he had to do was wait this out until the League got to him. At least he’d managed to connect with J’onn before he’d been captured. They would know something was wrong at least, and come looking for him.
            “I’ll leave you to think over your options,” Luthor turned his back on him and sidled out of the room, flipping a switch on the wall as he left, looking to Flash like he owned the place. Which, in retrospect, he probably did.
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“WHAT?!” Green Lantern yelled, slamming his fist into the wall.
“Do you mean to say that Flash was kidnapped?” demanded Shayera. The battle had finally ended with the Apokoliptans retreating through boom tubes, leaving the League to clean up. During said clean up they were all ordered keep an eye out for Flash. No one found him, though Aztec did say he found traces of an inter-dimensional opening around where J’onn had lost contact with Flash. J’onn shook his head.
“I do not know. I believe that it is a safe assumption that the invaders from Apokolips have something to do with this. Maybe even Luthor.”
“Luthor?”
“Yes, right before he disappeared, Flash opened the communicator and said something about Luthor. He only got the name out before the transmission ended.” Other heroes of the League were there as well, and looked gravely at one another.
“So… what now?” asked Green Arrow. “How do we find him?”
“If they are indeed using inter-dimensional travel, then I will need help from Aztec and Fate in order to find him as quickly as possible.”
“Then do it.” All eyes turned to stare as Batman strode into the room. He stopped in front of J’onn, standing close enough to the Martian that their noses were almost touching. “Find him. Before something happens to him.”
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            Flash wasted no time in attempting to escape once Luthor was out of sight. He strained against his bindings, hard metal cuffs holding his legs and arms down. He closed his eyes in focus and attempted to vibrate his way out of the bindings. A light next to the switch Luthor had flicked began to blink, and a blinding pain seared through the metal and into his limbs, spreading through his hold body. He screamed. Loudly. The electric shocks continued for several long, torturous moments before ceasing. His limbs trembled and twitched involuntarily. He tried to catch his breath, gathered his wit, which was difficult to the throbbing the electricity had elicited in his head wound. Blood trickled down his neck and he new the wound had opened. He focused, and tried once again to break loose. Once again, agony met with his attempt and he shrieked, a sound he didn’t even recognize was his own until the waves of pain had ebbed away.
            Right, well. He wasn’t going to make a third attempt. He laid his head against the back of the chair and hissed as it his the massive, bleeding, bump on this head. “This day sucks.” He said out loud to the room. There was nothing he could do to get away. He could keep trying and maybe blow the circuits that kept his bindings secure, but he wasn’t all too sure that he wouldn’t scramble his brains in the process. He didn’t like the idea of pain, anyway. He had experienced plenty of pain in his life, and wasn’t eager for more. If he had to choose, he would pick Luthor over Granny Goodness any day. But Luthor wasn’t the lesser of two evils, he simply wasn’t the evil that would provide certain death. He only offered uncertain death.
            Flash sighed. He would have to wait for the League to bail him out. He hated that. He was often the weakest of the group, but he hated sitting around like a damsel in distress. All he could hope to do was keep Luthor from handing him over to Apokolips while he waited. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing in his head.
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