Morning Coffee

[first_lantern]

Alan looked forward to these Tuesday mornings. They alternated week to week, and tried different places. Always local coffee shops and diners, though...Sanddollars got enough of the market share.

The aftermath of the...event...had Alan in a familiar place. Deaged...again. Not his youngest, but younger than he had been. Young enough to feel vital again.

Even so...he hadn't been out in the costume recently. It didn't feel right. The Justice Society was...gone for a time...and his memories of his time in that team were scattered to the point where he couldn't lock down yet which of them to trust.

But some things...like friendship...transcends time shenanigans.

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[first_lantern]

'Now THAT I remember" Alan chuckles. "I also remember shipping off in the wake of Pearl Harbor for a short period before we came back together as the Justice Battalion, while everyone else stateside was in the All-Star Squadron."

Alan gets a pained look. "Do you remember that? I figure that if you and I aren't on the same page..."

[first_lightning]

"I do. I also remember Al being so excited, he nearly threw up in his mask."

Jay grins, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"And I remember Ted Grant's left hook in a sparring match that I didn't take seriously enough from the start. I always was a bit of a show-off.."

[first_lantern]

"Was?"

[first_lightning]

"Touché. Though I think I've matured over the last half-century, at the least."

[first_lantern]

"I've known some very mature showoffs. Hal, despite years of wisdom, is still very much a showoff."

Alan chuckles, then raises his cup. "Here's to our future. One of these days, we'll age gracefully...maybe that time, it'll stick!"

[first_lightning]

Jay returns the toast, with a smile.

"Life's a funny thing.."