Well Fu-

Next Level BULLSH-

Laughing a little, your face switched to serious in less than a second. "Fuck"

You looked at the figures in front of you, all armed and seemingly ready to fight.

There were some Characters that you didn't expect to be there, or even be in The Squad, but were solemnly surprised. You wanted to die. Yes, death seemed to be inevitable.

"Oh really?" A different voice amusingly stated.
A blur of red and yellow seemed to flash before the group, and a man who was on your list appeared.

"Nice to see you joined the party as well, Thawne"

"Ah, so you know my name brat!"
You could see red lightning begin to course through the outside of his body. A grin overtook his features as he began to crouch down, seemingly about to sprint. You felt your body tense as you prepared to be met with a speed powered punch.

"THAWNE! Waller said stand down until further orders, or do I need to remind you of the bomb in all our heads?"

"Oh shut up. If it weren't for those bombs I would've already killed you and dipped"
An argument broke out between the two, but you were lost in your own world.

'But, you did this for what?
Why not?
'Why?'
Why not?
'Why tho'

"CMON! Let's skip the drama. I wanna meet the man that put ol'Mister J sex feet under" a Brooklyn accent interrupted the arguing of the two, as you felt two psychotic eyes stare daggers at you. (I spelled six like sex because accent, don't hurt me)

'Alright this is just bullshit at this point'