Date: December 18^th, 2001

Time: Ummm…  01: 26??

Place: Justice League Watchtower

Subject: VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

 

            Okay, you wanna hear something funny? Okay here goes: “One time at band camp...—“ Oh that wasn’t it. ANYWAY. I’m trying to type this out as fast as I can but at a reasonable enough speed so I won’t burn out the Justice League’s keyboard. Superman keeps telling me I need to slow things down but—Bhaaah—screw that! I love living life in the fast lane, going slow just… SUCKS, you know that!?

            Okay so to the funny thing I wanted to tell you. All of this happened the other day when I brought Virgo up here just to let her see what SPACE was all about. I came in minding my OWN business when Hawkgirl’s mase slams into the wall right above my head. “You need your shots!!”

            Of course I ran to safety, trying to save my own neck. I KNOW the chick’s got a ‘berserk’ mode—but this was definitely a time when she was going berserk! “What are you talking about??” When I went to try and grab ger mase from her from behind her she threw me backwards.

            “Don’t you ADRE touch me! ME or Princess Diana.”

            “Aww… you gunna stop me Bird Hottie?”
            “Sure am!” She came at me again. And THEn she shouts. “You’re rabid! You must be stopped!”

            Come to find out SUPERMAN gave her the impression that I was rabid! Now, I KNOW I’m not rabid and Superman knows I’m not rabid… but SHE doesn’t kow I’m not rabid! Haha!! Isn’t that sad and funny all at once!? So yeah… it took some convincing but after sometime, things got to normal.

            Right now me an’ John are up here in the tower. I decided to take Diana’s shift cuz she had a few important ‘things’ she needed to do. AND that important thing was to heh—occupy Bruce. The poor guy NEEDS some kinda relief with all of the stress that he’s been through.

            Gwad… poor Robbie. I went to go see him for a little bit a few days ago and he looks… well... he looks REALLY bad. He’s inna coma, has internal bleeding—from what I understand—and just might never wake up again. Sitting up here now just thinking about it is kinda hard to even think abnout, you know what I mean? Robbie’s done so much for ME, so much for Roy, for Donna, for Garth… he’s done so much for all of us and now THIS happens to him? He doesn’t deserve this. Matter of fact, no one deserves this… but Robbie especially. If he only knew how much he means to all of us. If he only knew how much we appreciate all of the things that he’s done for us—EVEN if we never really say ‘thank you’ to his face.

            We’re not RUDE like that, ya know? We do tell him thanks, but the way we tell him thanks is in an entirely different way then from what most people would. We joke, we kid, we HUG—well YES we HUG!! It’s not as GAY as it sounds, but we’re FRIENDS, it’s acceptable, ya know?

            I keep getting this feeling that he’s gunna pull through and he’s gunna wake up laughing at all of the moping that we’re doing around him. I know Robbie… he wouldn’t want us crying over him. He’d rather see us happy, see us smiling. See... he was GOOD like that. He always knew how to brighten someone’s day and ‘til this day he STILL does. That man’s a saint I tell ya! Just you wait n’ see… when he opens his eyes, the FIRST thing he’s gunna sign to us or SAY to us is. “I need a beer.” Or “Give me wiskey.” Or “Gimme Vodka darn you!” Yeah… now THAT is Robbie, That’s OUR dingy Robbie. Heh!

            Nuuugh… I did something I don’t even know if I should have earlier tonight. Frankie... an ex-girlfriend of mine who just HAPPENS to have magnetic energy showed up at Keystone stadium. She was tearing the place apart limb from limb and demanding to see me. So instinctively I went. I went and I tried to help those who needed help and tried to get Frankie under control. She was looney tunes back when I knew her, but I LOVED her dearly and now… goosh—she was MORE looney tunes now than before. She was speaking of HERSELF in third person, she created a entirely different persona. At one point I got her stunned enough to where I could run home and find a few pictures of the two of us together. I found two... one of her and me together in costume and another out of costume.

I reached her somehow and managed to zap her with a dose of static electricity that I had acquired thanks to my aura being broken. I showed her the pictures, put one of ‘em on the jumbotron and showed her the other. Her eyes were so beautiful; they were almost like looking into a dream. It wasn’t until then I realized what the two of us once shared, what the two of us once had I started to wonder…. She was crying so hard at that point telling me she was sorry for the things that she had done and sorry for the people she had hurt. I hugged her and told her everything was okay but… in a split second my… lips were tightly pressed against hers. I… just wanted to tell her things would actually turn out okay and before I knew it, it turned into a full hardcore kiss. I NEVER meant to, but then again, in that moment of splendor it felt so GOOD. I usually get that little “high” when I’m with Barbara, but this time, for once... it seemed to be that little kiss that Frankie and I shared was… something more.

I have NO idea what in the work it was that lead me to do that, but it just happened. I’m sorry.. I really am. And to make matters worse... that whole KISS and EVERYTHING just happened to be caught on camera. FUN, huh? So I’m guessing that the kiss is out there in the media—WHICH it is because John taunted me about it earlier. The public KNOWS that Flash and Batgirl are dating and this would just happen to be the ice breaker the media needs to make things… NOT good. What if Babs sees it!? I’m in trouble, aren’t I?? Yes. I bet you everyone I KNOW is gunna kick my ass because of that.

            It wasn’t my FUALT! I really didn’t mean to—well MAYBE I did, but my love... I LOVE Barbara and no one can tell me otherwise. She gave me something I haven’t had in so long. She’s showed me how much one person can actually care for another. She… gives me that respect I thought I’d never see again, she... accepts me for WHO I AM. I shouldn’t have did that… I really shouldn’t have.

            I need to go and apologize and tell her what happened, but at this moment I’m SO sacred to get close to HER. So scared that I’m gunna hurt her… physically. I keep thinking that something from my past is going to spark something and I’m going to hurt her like she’s been hurt before. I *KNOW* in my heart I wouldn’t DARE touch her in THAT way. I just can’t.

            “You past is always behind you. There’s no way you can go back and change what you have once done.” Something I couldn’t agree more with. I can’ loose Babs. She’s a part of me. If I loose her… I die with that. I can’t take it—guess I better think of someway to fix this, eh? Yeeah.. I thought so too.

 

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