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Nightshift 44: Equipment/Chemical Storage
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Bart needed no encouragement to follow Scourge into the chemical storage closet. He'd already known that Landel's was a freakishly creepy place from personal experience, but that didn't make the things they'd just heard any less creepy. What were they doing to those poor animals...? And did he really want to know?
Still holding Piper's flashlight, he panned the beam over the shelves full of chemicals, wondering where they were supposed to start. And speaking of starting..."Did anyone remember to bring a pillow case?" he asked, the strain showing in his voice despite himself. It wasn't right for a superhero to get freaked out, but...Bart would really rather get out of here, if it was all the same!
Bart needed no encouragement to follow Scourge into the chemical storage closet. He'd already known that Landel's was a freakishly creepy place from personal experience, but that didn't make the things they'd just heard any less creepy. What were they doing to those poor animals...? And did he really want to know?
Still holding Piper's flashlight, he panned the beam over the shelves full of chemicals, wondering where they were supposed to start. And speaking of starting..."Did anyone remember to bring a pillow case?" he asked, the strain showing in his voice despite himself. It wasn't right for a superhero to get freaked out, but...Bart would really rather get out of here, if it was all the same!
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"Who's Fury?" he asked Piper, during a quiet moment. James he knew, in retrospect anyway -- and hadn't Wally freaked out when he heard about Bart's adventure with 'Toaster Man' -- but that was a new name.
As far as using the chemicals went...This was one situation where Bart wasn't above admitting that he was in completely over his head. Better to let the people who actually knew what they were doing take care of it; Bart could watch and pick it up as they went along, if only in an effort to stave off boredom.
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God, was it really time to dip back and dig the old skeletons out of the closet? Bart really hadn't ever gotten to meet the man, had he? --even if said meeting would have been nothing short of an all-out brawl.
"--Fury was an old partner of mine back when I was wearing polkadots." Everyone knows that get-up. Maybe someday they'd let him live it down. "We ran jobs together, among other things." Unless asked, Hart would leave it at that. Bart was a bright kid at times, but Hart didn't exactly want to scream 'I sleep with men!' to him. It was sort of unnecessary.
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He tugged down a few more bottles, not filling his bag completely to the top this time. He wasn't searching to repay anyone for anything and he'd had enough trouble traveling with such a bulky thing even before the spider dropped on him.
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Remembering that he was supposed to be helping Piper, he gave him an apologetic look and put the flashlight beam back where it was supposed to be, so Piper could see too. You couldn't blame him for being interested, though; he'd already seen the polka dots outfit, thanks to...
"Did they ever get around to updating your statue's costume, in the Flash museum?" No, that wasn't random at all! ...Not if you were privy to Bart's somewhat erratic thought process, anyway.
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Oh yeah. That's right--it was because of Wally. Like the generation before him, when the Flash disappeared, the next under was forced to take the mantle. Even without the hindsight, Bart hadn't been ready at all for the baton pass of cowl and title. Whatever of the young, innocent little goofball had been left after Deathstroke(Jericho?) capped Bart in the knee never stood a chance under the weight of Barry and Wally's collective legacies.
The way Hart way the young man today--if only he could -stay- that way.
Hmph. Well, wasn't that the case? --protect Bart! --give him the years he deserves!
Before that, though--Bart deserved an answer.
"Mine?" he chuckled, "I really don't know. I haven't been since the last time it was rebuilt. Not too long ago," Hart explained, keeping the terms open so both could get the gist of the story. "--someone snuck into the museum and tampered with some of the on-display tech. Needless to say, the whole place turned into a smoking crater when he got done fiddling with it. But as far as costumes go, I think the staff dresses them in the gear they last went heisting in."
Uh. Hart? --did you forget the museum? L.A.? Him?
Oh. You're right...
To Hart's logic, it seemed his new gear would be in the museum anyway. Nice.
"And do we have everything now? Might want to get moving back. Last thing we want is to get caught by something, right?"
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"I think my bag's almost full. You have your own museum?" Scourge asked, surprised to find someone like Piper was so important. He made a decent wingmate and probably a decent leader of a small group, but you generally bought wingmates drinks rather than dedicating an entire slagging building to them.
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He couldn't help the faint hint of pride that entered his voice at that; even if he didn't like Wally personally, he liked the Flash legacy just fine. It was his grandpa's legacy too, after all, and someday it'd be his as well.
It was going to be so much fun to be the Flash. Bart was sure of it.
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What he could recall of the room however, was that there had been more doors. Fresh outside storage, they'd be to his...right?
"Scourge..." Hartley called back quietly. "You've been here before." The outlines of the doors were faint to him, but slowly strengthened the longer he watched them. "--where do these go?" he asked as he gestured over.
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