UnStoppable Flash

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DC Comics and all characters belong to Warner Bros.

Impossibility of Ignoring the Past

(Companion Piece for StD)

A few days after the gorilla invasion...

Ron smiled as his father was escorted inside the visitation area by a guard. John reciprocated the smile as he approached his son, and took a seat right across the glass wall seperating them. After nodding at each other, they picked up the phones on the sides.

"Hi, Dad." Ron did his best to look chipper and okay.

"Hi." His father looked thinner, but also fitter.

Other inmates were also being visited, and armed guards were standing in each side of the room, keeping a close eye on visits. Ron did his best to ignore their presence.

Grinning, "You look better than ever Dad. Working out?"

Indeed, John looked in the best shape of his life. Considering he was living through the worst part of his life, that was a little ironic. "Well, Ronald, the menu here is… a little light on quality."

Ron nodded. "I bet." He leaned in. "Rufus says hi."

John looked a little sad. "They're still not allowing him inside?"

Ron grumbled. "Rules against 'pets' and all that. I keep telling them he's family, but..." He rolled his eyes. "Yea..." He stopped for a second, then spoke softly, to keep it private. "Sorry about not visiting last week. We were-"

John raised his hands to stop him. "It's okay. We do have TV here, Ronald. And gorilla invasion was really the number one story anyway." He smiled again. Softly speaking, "I'm proud of you."

Ron grinned. "Beat back an invasion? No big."

John's smile got bigger. "Ronald, I doubt there is any invasion you can't beat back. But keeping everyone alive, and even saving the apes and having them shipped off to safety?" John nodded in satisfaction. "I think your mother would call that spectacular."

Ron's smile fell off a little. "Here's to hoping..." He had refrained from telling his father about his encounter with the man in yellow, Reverse Flash. And he had checked too, his little time jump had not changed that. Every time he came to visit John in prison, he was struggling to tell him or not. He opted out again, since there was little he could tell.

Instead, he focused on his well being. "Anyone giving you trouble?"

John smiled melancholically. "Well, in exchange for doing the taxes of a few guards, I'm afforded really good protection. Besides, I work in the kitchens." He grinned.

Ron reciprocated that grin. "And nobody screws with the guy that serves 'em their food, huh?"

John winked. "I also heard that someone told Warden that there'd be hell to pay if I ever got hurt." His suggestion was clear.

Ron leaned his head to the side. "I… have some friends in the police force."

John leaned in a little. "So… I hear it's almost junior prom time." John's knowing smile was a little irritating.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Oh God, dad, not you too."

John leaned back. "Okay, I was just saying… Have it your way." Then he winked. "I thought heroes were supposed to get the girl?"

Both father and son shared a chuckle over that.

Monique and Kim walked inside the cinema, popcorn in hand. They were about to watch the latest chick flick.

After taking their seats, Monique commented. "I gotta say, I am a little surprised. Here I was thinking, you'd take your new MBPDKFS to this movie."

Kim was sure Monique was simply screwing with her with that last acronym. "Okay, what the hell does that mean?"

The blogger grinned. "Maybe-Boyfriend-Possibly-Don't-Know-For-Sure." When she saw Kim's eye roll, she grinned wider. "C'mon, he still didn't ask you out yet?"

Kim shrugged. "He did, actually. We are supposed to hang out tomorrow."

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Monique was a little miffed.

Kim was clear and concise. "Because you'd do exactly what you are doing now?"

Monique grumbled, but gave her that point. "You're probably right."

They chatted up until the movie started.

And then, only into the opening title, the roof of the hall shook and three men burst through it, jumping downwards.

Three big, muscular men in some sort of blue suits with harnesses landed in front of the screen. The last one to jump down, a black guy with a well-trimmed soul patch and sideburns, pointed directly to Kim.

"Kim Possible! Your teen hero days are over and out!" He made a fist and shook it towards her to make his point.

Monique was a little tense, but Kim looked downright bored. "Yes, so?" She was quite uninterested, and a little angry that the movie was interrupted.

Three men stomped towards Kim in anger, as Monique discreetly reached into her purse and found a ring inside. She promptly turned the insignia on it.

One of the other two guys, a white man with well coiffed movie star hair, declared with intent. "This movie is terminated!"

The last guy, an angry looking guy with auburn hair, half-screamed. "Audience. Leaves. NOW!" That angry shout was enough to scare away many cinema-goers around them. As they shuffled out grumbling, the movie-star looking one got in Kim's face and threatened her. "You, keep apart."

One nerdy looking guy few rows back seemed angry. "Hey! I paid nine seventy five for this movie!"

The one in the middle turned to the guy with auburn hair. "Motivate him."

That one raised his hands, and some sort of heat spike shot out from it, hitting the guy in the chest and making him yelp and escape. Kim took notice of that. "Metahumans… What next, one of you can stretch?" She looked at their angry faces with intent.

The guy who just shot the heat spike looked to the other white guy, and they chorused. "She knows about my power / your power!" The heat shooting one looked angry. "You are a bag of trouble, aren't you?" Then he noticed Monique sitting calmly next to Kim. "Miss, we told everyone to get out. And you are getting out." He made a point to take a step towards Monique, trying to make a point.

Monique shrugged. "Oh, I don't think so. I'm with her, and I'm staying right here." She wasn't really scared, at least not in the way these three guys hoped.

The black guy to the left moved to grasp her arm and move her, but then, he was thrown back a few meters, and Monique was now standing to the side of the hall, with a familiar man in a red suit standing next to her. His vibrating voice reached the trio. "You're really lucky I got to you before you touched her. Because if you had, I'd have to kick your asses really really bad." He shrugged. "You know, instead of just bad."

He turned to Monique, and whispered. "Just stand here if you wanna watch, dunno who these are." After Monique nodded, he blurred and reappeared next to Kim, who was still calmly sitting in her seat. "Look, I know this movie is not exactly critic-friendly, but actually bursting into a showing is bad marketing." He got serious. "Who the hell are you people?"

When they heard that, the trio went into a clearly practiced routine and joined fists in their middle, shouting "Team Impossible!" Then, the black guy turned to the screen and hacked into it with a remote device, impressing Ron. The projection machines were digital, but they were also close-wired, which meant these three got to the machines before they burst in here.

A video started to play, with a theme song. Ron looked at Kim for a second, "Hey, look, they have a theme song!" The speedster seemed disappointed under the mask, "Why don't I have a theme song, y'know?" His brain sidetracked quite easily. "It could be like some speedy violin strings with bass sounds, and whenever I have another hero helping me, totally crossover specific music could be playing!"

He noticed the blank looks from Team Impossible, and the eye rolls of both girls. "Okay, maybe not..."

The two white dudes exchanged a glance. The one with auburn hair rose his hand again.

Kim had enough. With a single, incredibly lithe move, she kicked upwards and spun in the air, knocking that guy backwards. Then, after her spin, she landed on the chair and kept sitting, as if nothing had happened. She was not into this at all. "Uh… Do we know you?"

The black guy stepped forwards. "Dash DeMon." The video resumed, showing Dash climbing mountains and wading in snow. "Surveillaince and recon. Superpower: I can turn my skin to metal!" The video showed Dash's skin becoming some sort of shiny metal very quickly.

Flash took a seat next to Kim. "Theme songs and clips."

Dash wasn't fazed, and kept explaining. "Extreme conditions survival specialist. Fluent in seven languages and countless dialects."

The movie-star hair spoke next. "Crash Cranston." The video clip showed him riding a bike. "Transport and delivery. Professional daredevil. Also skilled in emergency medicine." The video showed his body stretching. "Superpower: I can stretch my body to impossible lengths!"

The last guy's video kicked in as he explained next. "Burn Burman." He pounded his left fist into his right hand. "Certified public accountant."

Flash wasn't impressed. "That's it?"

Burn was angry. "Numbers aren't the only thing that I crunch. I can generate heat and direct it all over my body." The video showed him doing exactly that.

Flash shrugged. "As powers go…." He made a midling motion with his hand. "Eeh. It's okay I guess."

Kim exhaled through her nose in annoyance. "Yea, can we get to the 'why you're here' part now?"

Dash explained. "Team Impossible is the action and rescue team worldwide."

Flash made a counting motion with his hand. "Excluding me, Green Lantern, Superman, and a few others."

Kim wasn't impressed either. "And we have never heard of you guys."

Dash looked righteously angry. "Oh, haven't you? I think I can… refresh your memory."

The video changed to show an older guy. He was familiar. Ron wanted to say something, but he remembered that he was supposed to be 'Flash', not Ron Stoppable right now.

"Paisley." Kim had remembered with ease.

Slightly unsure, Dash declared "Mr. Paisley was an avid collector of… Cuddle Buddies."

Kim nodded. "He had a Flamingote!" Her Cuddle-Buddy fangirlness was kicking in. "They only made-"

Dash cut in. "Ten! Yes, we know. To protect his collection, he installed a Wayne Security laser grid. Best money can buy." Then the video showed something Kim remembered well. "But Paisley got himself into a situation."

Crash Cranston pointed to their team. "We, get people out of those situations."

Kim shrugged in particular smugness. "Actually, I and my friend got him out of that sitch...uation."

Burn was the next to talk. "See, we have a website."

Kim shrugged. "I had a website."

"Yes, we know." Dash wasn't happy about it, it seemed.

"Paisley needed us. But thanks to careless typing, he got you." Crash explained.

Kim looked happy in nostalgia. "And I got him out with my cheer-" She saw their glares. "Let me guess, you know."

"Yes." They chorused.

"So, if you know it all, what do you want from me?" She wasn't real happy that someone made her remember the good old days.

"Your little teen adventures are cutting into our profit margin, big time!" Burn showed them a rapidly declining income graph.

Kim rolled her eyes, again. "First, I never charged people. And tw-"

"And that's the problem." Burn declared.

Dash pointed at her. "You had your kicks. Now leave the hero business to the professionals."

Kim pulled herself up and got into his face this time. "Well, joke's on you since I have been retired for over a year now!"

Dash and the others looked unsure. "Then, why are our website traffic didn't pick back up?" He asked to the other two.

They heard a poignant coughing. Flash was staring at them with dead eyes. "Really guys? You can't even guess why?"

The trio seemed really lost. "No, I mean… Why wouldn't people call for us as much as they used to?"

Monique's exhausted sigh was heard from nearby. "He clearly meant there are superheroes around that help people for free, like himself."

Understanding dawned on their faces. Dash looked at the other two. "If people like them are helping others for free-"

"No one would pay us." Crash deduced, with Sherlock-like precision.

"But if they weren't around anymore..." Dash mused.

Burn Burnam looked straight at Ron. "We would be back in full business." He cracked his knuckles.

Ron was honestly dejected. If he could sweatdrop like an anime character, he would. "Really? That's your big plan now?"

Team Impossible all turned to him. "We insist you retire, Flash." Dash's skin turned shiny.

Burn finished that sentiment for him, while his fists glowed with heat. "Or we will retire you."

Ron stopped vibrating his face and looked at Kim and Monique in succession. "Are those guys for real?"

Monique shrugged from the point she was standing. "It's their funeral."

Kim felt a headache fast approaching.

A heat blast scorched the spot Ron was just standing earlier. They were in the parking lot of the cineplex, and Team Impossible was trying to defeat him, with rather intense passion.

In a near-emotionless voice, "Guys." He evaded a lunge by the metallic Dash. "This is just stupid." He evaded again, this time, an attempt to capture and strangle him by a stretchy Crash. "I mean, c'mon, what are you gonna do if you take me out," he evaded another heat blast by Burn, "kill Superman next?" He laughed after that as he evaded, as if that was a hilarious joke.

Dash got ready to charge again. "You are a lawless vigilante! You operate without a license. We are completely within the law if we can bring you in!"

Flash seemed to think about that for a second, all the while evading another heat blast. "Okay, that, you might have a point, but 'let's take out the competition' is your best idea?" He finally didn't just evade, and tripped Dash in the middle of his charge, making him tumble. "I thought there was a mercenary code of conduct against this sort of thing?"

Crash stretched all around Ron, ready to capture him in a cocoon. "We are not mercenaries, we are heroes!" He enclosed himself on the red figure, but it blurred away again.

"Well, if you are getting paid, you are mercenaries dude!" He made Crash's stretching arms catch Burn instead of himself. The elastic man quickly retreated his arms as he was burned by Burn's heat.

"No, we rescue people and fight bad guys!" Dash got ready to charge again.

"For money." Ron finished it for him.

The metallic-skinned metahuman was confused by that. "I mean, of course for money, why would you do this for free?"

Flash shrugged. "I dunno, maybe because that's the right thing to do?" He shrugged again, as he blurred half a meter to his side and evaded another heat blast. "Look, I don't have anything against mercs, you do you guys."

After another minute of this, Team Impossible was heaving with their hands on their knees. Meanwhile, Flash was just standing there, looking fresh and rested. "Y'know, if you operate worldwide, you can find tons of paying jobs for rich guys who need protection or international initiatives needing help."

There was a sizeable crowd watching the 'fight.' He turned to them and waved for a second. "Not much demand for your services around here anyway."

Dash, having controlled his breathing a little, asked in trepidation. "Being heroes was our marketing genius! How are we supposed to differentiate our brand if we are just mercs?!"

"Rebrand it then." They all looked to the side, hearing Monique speak. "Total rebranding, new website, all that."

Kim shrugged, with her arms crossed in front of her. "Three metahumans with training, I'm sure you can find paying work without compromising your morals any day of the week."

The trio looked at each other, then to Flash, who nodded along. Dash sighed. "You are too powerful for us anyway. What the hell, we'll try a corporate rebranding."

And with that, they departed quickly, followed by Flash blurring away.

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The Race Is Still Alive by The Spiritual Machines

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Few days later, after Ron stormed Bermuda Triangle, Wade forwarded all three of them a website.

Monique opened it on her phone, and they all read it.

"Dash DeMon, Crash Cranston and Burn Burnam presents: Doom Patrol?" Ron was kinda taken aback. "That's the name they went with?"

Kim read the explanation. "For all your extraordinary needs. Rescue and survival, recon and retrieval, protection of VIPs and secure sites, and even certified public accountance services are rendered by our metahuman specialists at agreeable premium rates."

Monique scrolled down and read the fine print. "Restrictions may apply. Individuals prohibited for Americans to work with in Foreign Trade Corrupt Practices Act cannot apply. No Illegal operations can be carried out or consulted upon. The applying parties must have a credit score of minimum seven hundred. VIP protection costs are covered by the employer. Corporate entities must apply via special channels provided below… And it goes on for another half page."

Kim snorted. "Well, at least they are out of our hair."

Ron threw a sideways glance. "You didn't like them bringing up the old days."

Kim smiled. "Old days were simple." Then she left to join Eric in lunch queue.

Monique looked at Ron, slightly concerned. "Don't you miss the old days too? I know I wasn't there for 'em, but..."

Ron grimaced. "Do I?" He sighed. "More than you'll know." Then he smiled. "But who says they have to be completely gone?"

Monique took that as a sign of his acceptance.

Instead, he was thinking something else entirely.

Maybe, I can bring them back.

Maybe…

A.N.: Wanted to put this out. A few character moments, with a little surprise story tucked into the timeline of So the Drama Part I.