Who: Bart “Impulse” and Diana Prince What: Impulse decides to play hero, and meets somebody who apparently already knows of him. When: Night, around 10 Where: A random alley Rating: TBA
Impulse swerved in order to avoid a woman standing under an umbrella with her golden retriever sniffing at her feet. He moved nimbly around her and kept on going, his sneakers barely touching the ground as he ran. As usual, it was raining nonstop, with the water pouring from the sky and refusing to let up, no matter how many people prayed for it to just go away already. Like a lot of people in the city, he was getting used to it despite feeling a deep annoyance with the newest turn of events. Lack of sunlight he could deal with, no questions asked. But rain that didn’t want to back off? Now that could get on his nerves real quick.
Outside, away from the comfort of the hotel, the teenager went from one end of the city to the other in a matter of seconds, not exactly knowing what he was doing while he went about with his exploration. He should have been helping to look for Chloe, but he still needed to meet up with Oliver and in truth, didn’t know where to start searching even if he did want to attempt to seek out their lost friend. Clark’s look-a-like could’ve been keeping her anywhere, and Impulse just wasn’t good at finding troubled people and then getting them out all by himself. With his luck, he’d come across Chloe only to be thrown into some wall by her captor, and he didn’t feel like being unconscious right now. Not that he ever felt like it…
Always rushing, always on the move… but that didn’t for one second mean that he wouldn’t have caught the confrontation taking place in the alley to his right. He would have seen it no matter how fast he was moving, and he would have stopped no matter what he plans. It was in his nature to interfere when an innocent was involved, and he couldn’t help it when he went toward the scene without thinking things through.
Not there one moment, but there the next was how he did it. When he appeared the demon loosened his hold from around the distressed woman’s neck, dropped her to the ground so that she hit with a painful groan and a soft thump. Impulse, sunglasses covering his eyes and his hood lifted up over his head, put a hand to his hip and smirked brightly in their direction. Cocky, constantly cocky and so sure of himself….