by Ryan P. Kinney

Door swings open.
A familiar red, white, and blue figure glides through.
No one looks up from their drink.

Nods at the bartender and sits down.”

“Leave the bottle.”
“It won’t do any good anyways.”

“You know the part they never tell anyone about this job- The piles of dead kids…”
“Adults, you can usually excuse as having put themselves into some sort of dangerous situation. That if they really thought about what they were doing or where they were going they probably could have avoided this whole mess”

Chugs the bottles. Nods for another

“The fastest man alive and I still can’t be two places at once.”
“Remember that magic guy who turned everyone into kids for a day awhile back.
You know how many kids died just from lack of supervision”

“Truth?
Justice?
Those are pretty abstract concepts when you’re handing someone’s charred toddler back to them.
It doesn’t matter that you saved 20 more.
This one hurt the most.”

Stars blankly at his full bottle

“What kind of world would I bring my kid into?”