12:31 PM, 21th April, 1989.
Location: Keystone City, under an unusual storm.
"So… what do you think the odds are that the storm is going to blow over?" Flash asked.
Hmm. I can feel the air building up a massive static charge.
"I'd say… fat chance." I raised an arm, sending a spike of positive charge magnetic field into the sky. "Close your eyes." I suggest. Then the lightning pours down onto me, forking and licking all over my field and being absorbed. The cracks and flashes are disorienting to a degree, but even with my eyes shut I can still sense the crackling energy as it splashes again and again on me.
"Ok… that was pretty bad ass. Like a Metal Album Cover. It came right down into the palm of your hand." He commented.
I generated a snaking length of electricity with some of the leftover atmospheric charge, shaping it into a dragon of pulsating lightning coiling around me. "You say something?" I asked, smirking at the wide eyes behind his mask. The illusion of the dragon opening it's jaws and settling over my left shoulder to stare at Flash.
"Is that thing real?!" He asked.
"That? No, it's just a trick of the light...ning." I raised my hand and pet the sparking bolt of death like a kitten.
"Oh gosh that's awful. Please stop, you're punishing me." He grinned. "Of course if you were the bad guy here this would be where you attack me… you're not, right?"
"Relatively not." I smiled at his fluster. "Seriously, I don't have anything but good will toward you. Why would I want to attack you?"
"Well, that's a hard question to answer. I mean, there's the guy with boomerangs and the other guy with a freeze gun… I don't really understand why they go out and hurt and rob people. Which simply leads to you, aside from the international reputation as a crime fighter… huh. Okay. I'm with you now. You're jealous of my name!" He wasn't wrong. In a sense. I mean there is no confusion since the public hasn't named him.
"Boomerangs and Cold, eh? I met a similar villain in France. Named Brain, because that's all he had left of his human body. Completely obsessed with doing things because he could, not questioning if he should." I shrugged. "I have ethics, if you're asking. They just differ from Superman's. He's altruistic to the extreme."
"And you are…?" Flash asked.
"Complicated. But I'm definitely not going to fight you, unless you get mind controlled or cloned or come from a mirror dimension." I chuckled.
"What do you think life is, a Star Trek episode?!" Flash asked.
"I wish, then it would make more sense." I replied, absorbing the electric image of the dragon. "But the air is building up toward something, again. And moving swiftly. Towards that direction." I pointed.
"That's Central City. I'm going to cut it off, see you later." Flash was gone before I could suggest going with him.
Since this is an emergency, I pulled out the stops and jumped to supersonic over the countryside. And whoops, over shot the city. I didn't realise it was so close from the map.
Doubling back at standard speeds I come to find Flash, or at least his after image being attacked by more lightning in the middle of town. The source, a man in a green body suit with a wand. Weather Wizard. Jackpot.
While he's trying to electrocute a man who can dodge lightning I float up beside the madman as he cackles and shouts about how he'll show Flash and the City his power. I give up listening to the rant somewhere between what he'll do next and how he'll destroy Flash.
"Hello. Weather Wizard, right?" I asked, making him jump mid air.
"You! Who are you?!" He demanded, holding the wand out threateningly, arcs of his favourite lightning curling around it.
"I'm from the weather bureau. We've had complaints about the local forecast." I joked.
"Eat lightning, you fool!" The madman screeched.
"Don't mind if I do." I replied, casually reaching out to grab and seemingly take a bite from his attack.
"You!" He roared in fury. "Don't you mock me!"
Uhoh. Air pressure dropping. Here comes the twisters…
Is what should have happened by Weather Wizard's logic. But a simple EMP sent him tumbling, as his wand shorted out.
Flash caught him as he fell, being the nice guy. As usual.
I floated down to get a look at the downcast but defiant look on the villain's face. He expected prison. He was already planning his next 'ingenius' crime.
We waited patiently for the police. Meanwhile I began to talk.
"So Flash. I have a bit of a conundrum I've been stewing over for a while. Does the end justify the means? If I could improve the world by sacrificing a handful of lives for thousands… what should I do?" I asked.
"What kind of hero are you?!" Weather Wizard asked. He was rather peeved to be wired to a lamp post.
"Shush you, the adults are talking..." Flash looked at me. "Well, figuratively."
"After all, Flash has the mentality of a five year old." I responded.
"That's right… hey! Anyway, why don't you try to fix both?" He asked.
Not quite sure how to do that, but perhaps…
"Anyway, enough ethics questions. Now I want all the juicy gossip on Supes! Dish girlfriend!" He sat down on the pavement cross-legged and mimed listening intently.
"Fine, but after this I'm taking us out for lunch. My brunch was simply far too light." I joked.
"Just kill me now!" Weather Wizard whined.