Wallace "Wally" West (Age: 21)
Indie JLU Justice Lords blog. NSFW content.
[Mun is above 18 yrs. of age]
Indie JLU Justice Lords blog. NSFW content.
[Mun is above 18 yrs. of age]
He averts his eyes once more in seconds, chuckling. He’s dealt with people like Superboy before. This is nothing new….but he decides to play nice for now and indulge the other. After all, he did say the nicest thing Wally has heard in a while.
“I can show you several things. Tell me….Is there anything you’re craving right now? Anything at all?”
Kon isn’t sure if he likes the fact that Wally is cooperating or if he should be wary of it. He’s not an idiot. He can see that Wally is just like him. Maybe worse, who knows? He takes a step back, placing that distance between them again.
“Blood.” His voice is quiet and low. He seems ashamed of himself, almost. Because he really dislikes that he craves it, that it makes him tingle in the best way possible.
“Blood?” the speedster tilts his head a little, then smiles as if it’s the most normal thing to say in the world. “Easy enough. Any particular preference? Animal or human?” He’s calm as he asks, as if asking the Super if he wanted Coke or Pepsi.
“Careful,” the ginger whispers dangerously, fingers digging in- seeking the proof that they are as alike as the Super says. “You might make me actually like you.” There’s no romance in his voice- not the normal kind, no. The only romance here -for them- is that of the killing kind. The idea of having the ruler of the Lords at his feet- forced to accept Wally’s superiority- his claim as the one and only Flash-
It’s a heady sensation. One he wishes to indulge in further.
“Now then.” Kon says quietly. He tilts Wally’s head up higher so that they’re looking at each other. And the instant blue meets green his hand drops. No more unnecessary touching. “Are you going to show me what you can do? Or am I going to have to force it out of you.” A red glow takes over his eyes again and the grin that spreads across his lips is shark-like and void of any actual humor. “Because I can do that.”
He averts his eyes once more in seconds, chuckling. He’s dealt with people like Superboy before. This is nothing new….but he decides to play nice for now and indulge the other. After all, he did say the nicest thing Wally has heard in a while.
“I can show you several things. Tell me….Is there anything you’re craving right now? Anything at all?”
The grin on his face widens as he looks up at the red-eyed clone. He can smell the bloodlust from this proximity and it does nothing to quell his excitement. He drags his nails slowly down The Superclone’s sides, reveling in the danger and power he can feel beneath his fingers. “And if I want Lord Superman dead…?”
The drag of Wally’s nails against his skin doesn’t hurt, necessarily. A plan forms in his mind. A disgusting little plan. He knows enough about people to know that alliances are formed through mutual goals or views. This is no different. And this Lord Superman is someone that Wally wants dead. Fine. Kon can do that. And in exchange for his death he gets…an ally. An ally for what, though? Better safe than sorry.
“Then I will see to it that he dies by your hand.” Kon is practically purring now, content with the fact that there is someone…like him. Someone that is as broken and as angry about it as he is.
“Careful,” the ginger whispers dangerously, fingers digging in- seeking the proof that they are as alike as the Super says. “You might make me actually like you.” There’s no romance in his voice- not the normal kind, no. The only romance here -for them- is that of the killing kind. The idea of having the ruler of the Lords at his feet- forced to accept Wally’s superiority- his claim as the one and only Flash-
It’s a heady sensation. One he wishes to indulge in further.
“You think it’s that easy?” He’s vibrating subtly- excited. He can smell the danger in the air and it makes him feel alive. “You don’t know the Superman from my world…He’s a dictator. He wouldn’t think twice of stripping you of your powers if you so much as said ‘no’ to him.” His grin widened, pupils dilated. This man excited him in a way he never knew.
“What do I get if I show you?”
His expression falls as he looks at Wally. “Stripping me of my powers? Laughable.” But there’s that hint of fear evident in his voice. He’s not as strong or as powerful as Superman. The only advantage he has is his telekinesis…but even that doesn’t seem like that much of an advantage. He notes the excitement in Wally’s tone and expression and he can’t help it. It rubs off on him. He steps closer, fingers curling under Wally’s chin and tilting his head up.
“Anything you want.”
The grin on his face widens as he looks up at the red-eyed clone. He can smell the bloodlust from this proximity and it does nothing to quell his excitement. He drags his nails slowly down The Superclone’s sides, reveling in the danger and power he can feel beneath his fingers. “And if I want Lord Superman dead…?”
“I believe the same applies to you, clone.” he mocked the Super casually. “You have no idea what I can do either…So I think we’re on an even level here.” The infuriatingly happy grin graced his features again. “Although I think I have a bit of an advantage, having trained and worked with your…Superdonor.”
“Then you know that he’s pathetic.” Kon says. A tone of hostility underlines his seemingly bright tone. “You’re right, though. I don’t know what you can do.” He reaches out casually and traces the line of his nose. If Kon were in a better mood he would compliment Wally on his lovely straight nose. But he’s not. So Wally gets nothing. “Why don’t you show me, then?” He drops his hand back down and takes a step back, bowing politely.
“You think it’s that easy?” He’s vibrating subtly- excited. He can smell the danger in the air and it makes him feel alive. “You don’t know the Superman from my world…He’s a dictator. He wouldn’t think twice of stripping you of your powers if you so much as said ‘no’ to him.” His grin widened, pupils dilated. This man excited him in a way he never knew.
“What do I get if I show you?”
Wally snorts, but his hands ball into fists- the only indication Kon’s words have gotten to him. “I am not a replacement….I am the true Wally West.” he intones softly, almost a warning not to overstep. Those pale green eyes flash for a second. “But if you want to live your life as a second-rate ‘copy’…” his smile curls further and he makes a smug hand gesture. “Then by all means.”
Second-rate copy. Red glazes his eyes and Kon has to fight to keep his fists at his sides. He steps towards Wally, accentuating the height difference between them. “Watch it, clone.” Oooh, now it’s getting personal. Kon’s jaw sets and he tries to glare Wally into submission. “You’ve no idea what I can do.”
“I believe the same applies to you, clone.” he mocked the Super casually. “You have no idea what I can do either…So I think we’re on an even level here.” The infuriatingly happy grin graced his features again. “Although I think I have a bit of an advantage, having trained and worked with your…Superdonor.”
Ah. Comprehension dawned on his face. This child…he wasn’t from here. “They would be what you might know as the Justice League. Only here, something….happened. They began to kill, to subdue. They’re the dictators and leaders of this world….the Supreme Rulers, if you will.”
“…I see. The Justice League gone rouge or something, huh?” It didn’t sound too much different from how his own team had turned out - if he was to believe the ‘goody, goody’ versions of his team that he had met. Well. Apart from the fact that his team weren’t dictators - nor did they want to be.
“You could say that.” he smiles wryly as he looks Robin over. “You look kinda different yourself…What’s your story?”
-he narrowed his eyes- Flash….
He mustered a bright, happy-go-lucky smile for the Lord. “Supes! It’s been a whole…What’s with the look? Kinda dark, don’t you think?”
(Source: gingerdispatch)
“On the contrary,” Wally slowly turns to face the Super, eyes glinting slightly. “I know I’m better….I just consider myself human in that I’m…real.” He smiles disarmingly. “I can assume that because to figured me out so easily…you’re like me?”
Kon smiles back at Wally, boyish and bright, but it doesn’t match the look in his eyes. Complete and utter hostility and cruelty. He’s not sure why but he likes this one. The word real sort of rings a bell in his head and Kon finds himself practically grinning. “Of course you’re real. Anyone could see that.” Kiss ass. “If by ‘like you’ you mean…clone.” He circles Wally once. “Copy.” Another full circle. “Replacement.” Yet another circle and then he stops in front of Wally. “Then yes. I am like you.”
Wally snorts, but his hands ball into fists- the only indication Kon’s words have gotten to him. “I am not a replacement….I am the true Wally West.” he intones softly, almost a warning not to overstep. Those pale green eyes flash for a second. “But if you want to live your life as a second-rate ‘copy’…” his smile curls further and he makes a smug hand gesture. “Then by all means.”
