On the Lines of....
You know, I haven't been with this group for very long, but with the time that I have been here, I've learned a lot. Learning that a bunch of strangers that have absoueltly no idea who you are and visa versa take you in and treat you as one of their own...?
That's powerful. Powerful in the family sense. I've never really had that sort of strong connection.
Well, before my father passed, for the short time I was able to spend with him before that moron in Gotham City ended his life, was that of a strong connection. Did I care that my father was THE Captain Boomerang?
No.
What I cared about was that after all these years, he was actually man enough to seek me out, let me know what was going on and fill me in on the details that he knew about.
I miss him.
He was taken away from me too soon and I can't get over that. Someone WILL pay for that tragedy, even if it takes me the rest of my adult life to put a razor edged boomerang in their skull.
An eye for an eye, right?
With that, the whole eye for an eye concept strings back to the meeting that was called the other day. Cold made it known of what happened to the second Flash's grave.
How utterly disrespectful.
I know if someone did that to my father's grave, there'd be no end to the hell that would be raised. I can only imagine how Flash feels. The pent up anger and fustration.
We're supposed to be his rogues-- HIS villians, but in an event like that? That's not going to fly. There's a little thing we have called respect.
I think we're temporarily laying down our arms against the Flash until this little incident blows over or unless Cold says otherwise...
Cold.....
Or should I say "Uncle Len..?"
That's powerful. Powerful in the family sense. I've never really had that sort of strong connection.
Well, before my father passed, for the short time I was able to spend with him before that moron in Gotham City ended his life, was that of a strong connection. Did I care that my father was THE Captain Boomerang?
No.
What I cared about was that after all these years, he was actually man enough to seek me out, let me know what was going on and fill me in on the details that he knew about.
I miss him.
He was taken away from me too soon and I can't get over that. Someone WILL pay for that tragedy, even if it takes me the rest of my adult life to put a razor edged boomerang in their skull.
An eye for an eye, right?
With that, the whole eye for an eye concept strings back to the meeting that was called the other day. Cold made it known of what happened to the second Flash's grave.
How utterly disrespectful.
I know if someone did that to my father's grave, there'd be no end to the hell that would be raised. I can only imagine how Flash feels. The pent up anger and fustration.
We're supposed to be his rogues-- HIS villians, but in an event like that? That's not going to fly. There's a little thing we have called respect.
I think we're temporarily laying down our arms against the Flash until this little incident blows over or unless Cold says otherwise...
Cold.....
Or should I say "Uncle Len..?"