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_lightning]

Jay had always worn his age well, perhaps the best of the original Justice Society at aging gracefully thanks to the energy of the Speed Force that infused his cells, like all who had borne the name of the Flash.

He also shared their penchant for ironic tardiness.

"Sorry I'm running a little late today, Alan. I've been trying to catch up with all the little changes out there.."

Jay has a folder tucked under his arm - news clippings, print-outs and the like.

[nabuhelm]

There's a crackle of light and energy in the air, an electric hiss that seems to emerge from everywhere and nowhere at once. Then, there are sparks of electricity, arcing in the air in impossible arcs, bending and dancing ... forming an ankh.

Jay Garrick. Alan Scott, pronounces a haunting, familiar voice. You are needed once again. You must reforge the circle.