greymelee: (Donut)
greymelee ([personal profile] greymelee) wrote2012-05-03 10:11 pm

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"You sure you wanna do this son? I mean, I know you've talked about being out in public for a while now, but going to a crowded stadium is kind of a big step." David asked, eyes filled with worry for his son.

"Dad, you've asked me that like 15 times in the past 10 minutes. As far as I can tell this thing" Grey said, referring to the techno-organic suit that was now effectively his permanent exterior appearance, "isn't coming off any time soon, short of expensive and painful surgery. I know you can afford it, but I figure I'm just better off learning to deal, alright? I can't hide out in our apartment for the rest of my life."

"You're definitely sure?"

Grey sighed exasperatedly "Even if I wasn't, we're already here. Little too late to change my mind now anyways, isn't it?"

The pair made their way inside, heading towards their seats. Just as they hit the doorway leading to them, Grey spotted something.

"...please tell me you see the purple and green guy on the field too."
nation_injustice_society: (Sportsmaster)

[personal profile] nation_injustice_society 2012-05-04 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" said purple-and-green guy announces, the stadium's loudspeakers hijacked by the Sportsmaster's system. "Please direct your attention to the New York Yankees... currently strapped to a several bombs in their locker room!"

The Jumbotron swapped to an image of the locker room, where the Yankees, all in uniform, were each hog-tied, with men in umpire-uniforms standing guard over them. Each of them had a small bomb strapped to their chest.

"And if I do not receive a total of one hundred thousand dollars in the next twenty minutes, each and every one of those men will die a very messy death. So start passing your hats, ladies and gentlemen... or the New York Yankees will be as dead as Babe Ruth!"
jay_garrick: (Charge)

[personal profile] jay_garrick 2012-05-04 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Jay Garrick had the game on the radio while he worked in the garden. It didn't take him long to make it to the game when he heard the Sportsmaster.

A red and blue blur makes its way into the stadium.
nation_injustice_society: (Sportsmaster)

[personal profile] nation_injustice_society 2012-05-04 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't do that, Flash!" Sportsmaster announces, apparently having been made aware of the Flash's approach. "Should super-speed be utilized in the presence of those bombs... they'll go off prematurely!"

He hefts a baseball bat. "Go ahead, old man... try me directly, instead!"
jay_garrick: (Grimace)

[personal profile] jay_garrick 2012-05-04 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Jay stops at the edge of the field, looking out at the Sportmaster where he stands on the pitcher's mound.

"I'll give you one chance, son. Let those people go. No one has to get hurt."
nation_injustice_society: (Sportsmaster)

[personal profile] nation_injustice_society 2012-05-04 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Not quite," Sportsmaster replies. A ball launches at rapid speed from a pitching machine somewhere on the field, and Sportsmaster cracks it with unerring accuracy at Jay, who, despite his great speed, barely sidesteps it. "You do."

Another ball is fired, and again Sportsmaster hits it towards the Flash. And another. And another.

But for the moment, at least, the Sportsmaster's attention is occupied elsewhere.
jay_garrick: (Running)

[personal profile] jay_garrick 2012-05-05 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Understood," Jay replies quietly. "Thanks for your help."

He dodges the balls launched his direction, starting to make his way towards Sportsmaster, but additional pitching machines begin firing from hidden locations throughout the park, making the path somewhat convoluted...
jay_garrick: (Charge)

[personal profile] jay_garrick 2012-05-05 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
On the field, Jay finally reaches Sportsmaster. He's been moving so fast that, even with Sportsmaster's excellent reflexes, he's had to keep his eyes on the Flash, lest he lose him completely.

Jay sends a punch towards Sportsmaster's jaw, and the punch sends the villain flying...
nation_injustice_society: (Sportsmaster)

[personal profile] nation_injustice_society 2012-05-05 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
...and as Sportsmaster flies through the air, he sees the Jumbotron. He doesn't bother getting to his feet. Instead, he pulls the remote detonator. He's not too upset about killing the Yankees, after all, and though the bombs might be removed, their combined blast should kill the meddler along with most of the players.

And then they'll know not to mess with his plans again.

Before the Flash can intervene, the Sportsmaster presses the button, setting off the blast.
jay_garrick: (Charge)

[personal profile] jay_garrick 2012-05-08 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
With a solid *CRACK!*, a punch across Sportsmaster's jaw sends him reeling to the ground. A quick flurry of additional blows finishes the job and knocks him out.

As police run onto the field to take the criminal into custody, Jay heads down below to check on the players -- and the unexpected help he received.
jay_garrick: (Grin)

[personal profile] jay_garrick 2012-05-10 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"You went above and beyond, son," Jay says, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And I couldn't have saved them without your help. At least let me thank you."
jay_garrick: (Pose)

[personal profile] jay_garrick 2012-05-12 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"You did well," Jay replies. "My thanks for your help."