|Fic -- Fallout
||[Feb. 6th, 2009|08:52 am]
Hail the Rogues!
Word Count: 2360
Characters: The Top/Golden Glider, Captain Cold, the Flash; OCs (Star and Nate Dillon).
Summary: Even heroics have consequences.
Notes: Set in my Dillonsverse timeline. A sequel to "No Good Deed".
I've stopped posting my Top/Glider fics here, but maybe someone will be interested in this one because of Cold....although I guess not.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Star groaned when she saw her father return home with several extra copies of the day’s newspaper. He smirked at her.
“Sorry to embarrass you,” he replied cheerfully, dropping the papers next to Lisa, who beamed delightedly at them. She had the scrapbook beside her, and immediately began cutting out the news’ main story for permanent commemoration: an article about how former Rogues the Top and Golden Glider had rescued a child and defeated some of the current-day Rogues. With a nice colour photo on the front page, of course.
“You guys are really pleased with yourselves, huh?” Star commented dryly, and Roscoe grinned.
“Of course. Aren’t you?”
She had to admit that she was. She’d been shocked and upset to learn that her parents had once been criminals, and this went a long way to rehabilitating their reputation in public and in her own mind. Now she was only ashamed of them for the typical teenage reasons, not because they’d been crooks and supervillains.
“Ha, you guys look so badass,” Nate remarked as he wandered in and peeked at the front page photograph. “But those stripes make you look kinda fat, Dad. You should switch to vertical stripes like Uncle James.”
“I am not changing my uniform,” Roscoe said in a somewhat unamused tone. “Besides, it’s not really important -- I’m not planning to go out in it much. If at all.”
“You aren’t gonna team up with the Flash to fight crime and stuff?” Nate asked with some disappointment.
“Absolutely not. I am forty-three years old, and not quite superhero material. The Flash can go to Hell.”
“Dad said the Flash can go to Hell!” Nate exclaimed delightedly, laughing with juvenile glee. He tried to give his father a high five, but Roscoe merely stared at him.
“Oh, hush,” Lisa scolded them both. “Roscoe, you’re setting a bad example. Nate, stop egging him on.”
“C’mon, Mom, you’re no fun,” Nate complained, but she simply gave him a stern look before turning back to her newspapers and scrapbook. With quiet grumbling, the boy shoved his hands into his pockets and left to get something to eat.
Ten minutes later, the adults were still clipping the newspapers when the doorbell rang. Lisa was still resting the leg injured during the scuffle with the Rogues, and Star informed her parents that she couldn’t answer it lest it was a boy she was interested in, so Roscoe went to the door. He was startled to see the Flash standing there.
“Hello. May I come in?” the masked hero asked when Roscoe paused before speaking.
“Uh, yes. Certainly.”
“Who’s there, baby?” Lisa called from the living room, and Roscoe shook his head as he showed the guest through the hall.
“You’ll never be able to guess…” he muttered under his breath, a little wary to have the Flash walking right behind him. Too many years of conditioning made him worry it was a trap, no matter what his rational mind told him.
“Oh my God, it’s the Flash!” Star exclaimed when the familiarly-clad man stepped into the room with her father. Lisa dropped the scrapbook in shock.
“Please don’t get up,” the Flash urged when he noticed Lisa struggling to her feet despite her injury. “And call me Wally. How’s your leg?”
“Well, it hurts a bit, but it’s not bad,” she replied, settling back into her reclining chair with the leg propped up. “Thanks for asking.”
“Sit wherever you like,” Roscoe offered, keeping a cautious eye on his former enemy as the younger man sat down. He’d known the Flash’s predecessor better than Wally himself, but was well aware Wally had been Kid Flash when he was still active as a criminal. And the red suit itself made him uncomfortable, bringing back many unpleasant memories.
“Star, go get him a drink,” Lisa told her daughter tersely, but Wally shook his head no.
“Thanks, but I can’t stay for long. I just came to talk.”
“About...?” Roscoe asked with some suspicion, sitting down across from him.
“First, I wanted to say thanks for the good work you did yesterday! I was busy taking care of Justice League business on the other side of the planet, so I appreciate you rescuing that little girl for me. You guys did a great job, though I hear the Rogues aren’t in such good shape due to the beating you gave them…”
“They injured and threatened Lisa. I wasn’t going to stand for that,” Roscoe said curtly.
“Hey, I understand. Just something to keep in mind, that’s all,” Wally replied. “But really, I wanted to know why you did it…rescuing her, I mean. It’s not something I’d expect from, uh…you guys.”
“Because we’re criminal scumbags, correct?” Roscoe demanded with irritation, and Wally looked uncomfortable.
“Baby, shush!” Lisa chided him. “It’s a perfectly valid question. We did it because we were worried about the little girl -- we have children of our own, as you can see. We didn’t want her to get hurt.”
“We’re not completely evil, contrary to popular belief,” Roscoe muttered, but was largely ignored.
“You’ll have to excuse my husband, he’s terribly grumpy,” Lisa said sweetly, and Star was certain her mother was flirting with the Flash.
“It’s just that…I remember you trying to blow up the planet, and trying to kill Uncle Barry, and you stole millions of dollars over the years. You’re a Rogue. Even after you retired, you tried to wreck a mall. I didn’t mean any offence, it just surprised me, that’s all,” Wally said to Roscoe with confusion, and injured leg or not, Lisa sprang to her feet and darted over to her husband before he could lose his temper. She could see the rage building. Putting an arm around him and pulling him against her ample cleavage to calm him (it was difficult to stay angry when pressed against her breasts), she smiled broadly at Wally.
“Oh, Roscoe has put that all behind him, haven’t you, baby? And the medication helps. Really, Wally, he’s a changed man.”
“Yes,” said Roscoe, voice muffled by her bosom.
“That’s really great,” Wally replied with genuine gladness. “Maybe you guys could help me out in the future, help me take down the Rogues sometimes. You must have insider knowledge about them that could be useful, especially on the older guys.”
Lisa frowned, and Roscoe started to laugh, pulling away from her comfortable chest.
“Why would we do that? They’re our friends,” he scoffed. “We’re retired, not traitors.”
“It’s just that…maybe when they’re robbing a bank or something…you could help me defeat them so we can do it quickly, with less damage…” Wally suggested in a faltering tone, noticing the increasing hostility from his hosts. “A guy like Captain Cold would be easy to take down with some help.”
“Captain Cold is my brother,” Lisa said stonily, and the Flash’s eyes went wide. He’d completely forgotten that.
“Uh, sorry…look, I guess this was a bad idea,” Wally mumbled. “I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.”
“What do we care if the Rogues rob a bank?” Roscoe asked, although he was privately amused by the idea of sabotaging his brother-in-law’s criminal activities. “That’s not our problem. If a person’s in trouble, give us a call, and we’ll help. If it’s just theft, who cares? Let the police deal with it.”
“Sometimes the cops get hurt engaging the Rogues!” Wally replied, appalled.
“Then tell them to be careful. If you need us, you know where to find us.”
Wally stood up, glaring darkly at both of them. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. See you two around…maybe.”
He startled everyone by running out of the house at super-speed, slamming the front door behind him. Nate, who’d been listening to his headphones in the kitchen as he ate, felt the vibrations and poked his head into the living room.
“Hey, who was that? Anyone interesting?”
The next couple of days passed uneventfully in the Dillon household; Nate was chagrined to have missed seeing the Flash, Star had a secret crush on him now, and their parents were still annoyed at him.
“He has some nerve!” Lisa fumed for the umpteenth time. “Trying to get us to turn on our family.”
“I told you he was a jerk,” Roscoe said mildly as he browsed the morning newspaper. He was irritated that he had to squint to read the text, because he was in denial about needing glasses. “But no one ever listens to me.”
Over the years, Lisa had learned to tune out his various rantings, knowing full well some of them were not entirely based in reality. As always, she smiled indulgently and pretended not to hear him.
“No way, the Flash is awesome,” Nate objected. “He can do anything. You should invite him back for dinner so I can meet him.”
“He is not eating at my dinner table,” Lisa scowled. “And anyway, he doesn’t like us any more than we like him, so it’s not going to happen.”
“He’d like us if we agreed to be his little tame Rogues,” sniffed Roscoe dismissively. “Yes, Mr. Flash! Whatever you say, Mr. Flash! Crime is terrible, Mr. Flash!”
Lisa giggled and hugged him. “You’re too funny, baby.”
The doorbell rang moments later, and everyone wondered if it was the Flash again; the timing was just too perfect. So Nate ran to the door, hoping he’d finally get to meet the city’s superhero, and was a bit disappointed to see his Uncle Len instead.
“Hey kid,” Len greeted him with a grave expression. “I gotta talk to your folks.”
“Sure thing,” Nate replied. “They’re in the living room.”
“Thanks,” Len said distractedly, and handed the boy a fifty dollar bill without realizing what he was doing. His nephew was not about to complain.
“Kids, clear out,” Len announced as he entered the living room. “I need to talk to your mom and dad alone.”
Star and Nate left the room with puzzled faces, wondering what could be bothering their uncle. He didn’t seem his usual jovial self, and had never kicked them out before.
“What’s wrong, Lenny?” Lisa asked with concern, and he shook his head in disbelief.
“What were you two thinking, going after the Rogues like that?” he demanded. “Lisa, you slashed Double Down? And Dillon, you put `em in the hospital!”
“So?” Roscoe grumbled. “They were holding a child hostage, knocked me unconscious, and God only knows what they were going to do to Lisa. I shed no tears for them.”
“The Rogues know you’re my family, you idiots! They deposed me!” Len snarled angrily. They stared at him in shock. “I’m no longer welcome with them, so thanks a fucking lot! All because you two decided to play hero!”
“Oh Lenny, I’m so sorry…” Lisa began softly, distressed. “I never thought it could hurt you. We just wanted to help an innocent child.”
“No, you never think, do you? An’ now I’ve lost everything!”
“Don’t you dare talk to her that way,” Roscoe told him sharply. “Do you even give a damn about that kid? Or that your precious buddies might have beaten or raped your sister? I don’t believe being cut off from them is much of a loss -- you still have your family, for one thing.”
“I’m not gonna take shit from you,” Len growled, attempting to punch him, but his brother-in-law easily dodged his fury. Rage made him sloppy, and Lisa intervened before it could escalate.
“Lenny, for goodness’ sake, stop it! He’s right, you know! I’m sorry for what happened, but we weren’t going to stand back and let them hurt that child. The Rogues didn’t do that in our day, and I can’t say I’m impressed with how things are now.”
“I didn’t know they were doing it. I’d have punished them if I’d known,” Len said sullenly.
“And they shot me in the leg, hit me, and threatened to do more. Roscoe had to rescue me, after I’d rescued him from them. Honestly, you’re better off without them.”
“Well, what do I do now?” Len groused despondently. “I can’t get a legit job. I’m cut off from my second family….and I’m getting up in years. I’ll be easy pickings for the Flash!”
“Didn’t you put any money away?” Roscoe asked.
“Not a lot…I figured I’d have this gig for a bunch more years,” Len admitted with some embarrassment. “The Rogues would take care of me, like always.”
“Lenny…” Lisa sighed. “We can help you, but the kids will be going to college in a few years. We can’t throw around money like we used to.”
“I hear ya. I don’t want to be a burden, sis. I’ll make my way somehow…not sure how yet, but I’ll figure out something.”
“You can stay with us for now,” she suggested thoughtfully, not noticing the look of absolute alarm on her husband’s face. Normally, Len would have turned down her offer, as he wasn’t that hard up for cash, but the idea of staying close to family appealed to him right now, since he’d just been estranged from his other family. He expected to be lonely for a while.
“That might be nice. Thanks, Lisa,” he said gratefully, and did notice his brother-in-law’s worried dismay, so he grinned wickedly at him. “I’m sure we’ll have a great time, Dillon.”
“Oh God,” Roscoe muttered under his breath. “Why me?”
“He can sleep in the TV room, or on the couch,” Lisa pondered aloud, ignoring or unaware of Roscoe’s distress. “We have plenty of space.”
“We’ll be one big happy family,” Len declared with a smirk, putting his arms around them both, and Roscoe made an unidentifiable sound. Lisa just smiled, already delighted by the prospect of a new project and having her brother around, so she clapped her hands excitedly.
“The kids will be so thrilled! Baby, where are you going?”
“Need a beer,” Roscoe mumbled as he wandered off.
“It’s not even noon yet!” she protested with firm disapproval, hands on hips. “And you’re not supposed to drink with your meds.”
“…need a beer.”