Authors Note: I do not own the Justice League or any other DC character. I only own dear Iris, my OC. Please reveiw, this was my first time and I want to know if I should continue this.

There he went again, passing the ally in a blur of red, a sudden gust of wind caressing her gaunt, light tan face and forcing her molten brown eyes shut as the unexpected rush stabbed her pupil. Her dark brown hair danced behind her as the stringy strands rose away from her back, her clothes tugged by the wind. How annoying, that she should get stuck in the middle of a fight like this, hidden in an alley to watch the very one sided battle from the cool, enveloping shadows. Heatwave did his best, of course, but in the end it was Flash that came out on top, one foot pressed into the back of the costumed criminal's back, hands placed firmly upon his hips, a silly smile plastered across a handsome face with glittering green eyes scanning the deserted streets for any other signs of distress. No doubt the other members of the tight knit Rogue group would be hunting him down for this one, but it didn't matter, Flash would be ready. His eyes passed over a misplaced shadow in a nearby ally, someone, or thing, was watching him, and apparently, it noticed that he was watching it right back, because the shadow darted back and melded into the darkness of the shrouded ally as if it had never been there. Strange. Flash, of course, moved to investigate.

Iris Jerrel, that was her name, at least that was what she remembered was her name. A free runner in Central City, abandoned at the age of eight by her cruel, abusing parents and left to starve on the streets. Except, she didn't starve. Instead, young Iris had learned to survive, and after many horrifying experiences, she was ready to get her revenge on the world for all that had happened to her. Or so she thought. Her glimmering eyes tracked the figure as he studied the alley she was hidden in, and the fifteen year old could tell he was suspicious. Apparently, she wasn't as stealthy as she had thought, because he started forward and she knew that if he saw her, she was done for. Flattening herself to the brick wall on her left, she silently slipped deeper into the alley until the silhouette of Central City's hero came into view not far behind, eyes narrowed as a hand suddenly rose in a gesture for her to stop. "Hey, wait!" He called out, but she wasn't about to listen to order. She bolted, sprinting ahead to leap the chain link fence that barred her path, throwing herself over it like a trained acrobat and leaping for a fire escape, swiftly climbing up the apartment like structure with just two hand, hauling her body up with arms that bulged with muscle that she had obtained over her years on the streets. Her body bucked as she swung her feet up onto the metal bars and pulled herself to the second floor, regaining her balance with ease as she continued to climb, reaching for the next bar so she could haul herself up again.

"I said wait!" And suddenly he was there beside her, on the second floor of the fire escape, tugging on her leg as a gentle gesture for her to descend, careful not to make her loose her balance. If she fell, they could both tumble back down to the concrete below. "I just want to talk!" He tried to reason with her, but Iris kicked out with a gasp of fear at his touch. She didn't want his attention, or any one's for that matter. At least not yet. Flash didn't release his grip, instead, he tightened it, using her to steady himself and prevent himself from tumbling over the railing. This girl was strong, her casual clothes in tatters, the smell of her foul, her hair stringy and very unclean. Flash couldn't help but feel pity for her, though it was obvious she could take care of herself. Burdened by Flash's weight as he pulled on her to keep himself from falling, she nearly lost her grip, but surprisingly, didn't. Instead, she used her other foot to kick out, catching him in the side of the head. She heard a grunt from below, there was no room to dodge on the fire escape, and the hero was forced to take the surprisingly powerful hit, staggering sideways and, luckily, catching himself on the railing before he fell.

Using this to her advantage, Iris doubled her speed out of desperation and forced her aching body to the third level. Here's where the fire escape stopped, to her despair, but Iris had to reach the roof to get away from him. A ground race against the Flash was futile. She could still hear him beneath her, he had not given up. Glancing at the concrete far below, just waiting to capture her in a tight fist of agony, she gulped, but she knew she had to take the risk. She refused to be dragged to some foster home with such a flawless plan in mind for the night. She would become so powerful! Then, she would be ready to make herself known, but for now, she couldn't risk anything. Iris leapt onto the railing and, before even trying to catch her balance, for in the same time that took she could just as very well loose it and tumble to the hard ground below, leapt for the roof and dug her nails into the rough surface, which felt so strange as it scraped against her ragged nails and rubbed against her palms. Iris dragged herself up, panting for breath and swiftly turned. There was Flash, right below her and still unwilling to give up as he too, attempted to climb up onto the roof.

It soon became clear that this was not Flash's specialty. He was obviously struggling. Taking this as her chance, Iris backed up to the other side of the roof and sprinted forward again, back toward where the Flash was still struggling to reach her, and made her leap. A rush of adrenaline shot through her veins as her small frame was launched over the narrow alley and the concrete below, but no fear shone in her eyes. Instead was triumph as she struck the other side of the roof right foot first, throwing herself forward to prevent herself from sliding backwards and gripping the roof on her hands and knees, glancing back at Flash who watched her from the apartment building she had been a moment earlier. No doubt he could make the leap with his speed, but would he be able to stop in time before falling over the other side? Not likely. The roof was slanted and slippery, Iris knew he wouldn't take the risk as she rose to her feet with a thin little grin flashing toward the irritated hero before making her way to the other side of the roof to find the gap between the two buildings was too large to leap.

She had been right, Flash would have certainly tripped right over the edge. Turning to her left, she walked along the roof before she reached a gap that could be crossed and made the leap, reaching the other side with ease to continue on wherever she could until she was sure Flash could see her no more.