“I must confess, I have somewhat of late missed you, 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫.”

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Rick was sitting in a small office behind the scenes of the small airport waiting to be questioned again by aviation security. They had scanned his bag and of course the small jar of Miraclo had been found, and with Rick having no prescription, no-

Short on money, far from home, no way to reach out to Doctor Mid-Nite, Rick decided to head to a bar. He was wondering if he popped a Miraclo pill could he race back home. It was an interesting thought, but it wouldn’t make him the Flash. “A pint, IPA,” Rick asked at the bar. As -

𝖠𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗆𝖺𝗇 A blend of influences spanning the eras: 🪶From the controversial n52 era 🪶Geoff Johns’ run 🪶The Golden Age Writer has some mains; see pinned list. 「#DCRP」

“Poser.”

05:30 - 05:50: Meditate 05:50 - 06:10: Yoga 06:10 - 06:30: Qigong 06:30 - 06:50: Tai chi 06:50: Time for tea

Doctor Mid-Nite 𝐇𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐚’𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧 @TornadoTyrant 𝗧𝗲𝗱 𝗞𝗼𝗿𝗱 || 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗹𝗲 Ꭲꮋꭼ Ꮋꭺꮃꮶ Ralph Dibny Booster Gold Hourman dashed around a corner, his fist smashing into the jaw of one guard, sending the guard sailing across the corridor. Swiftly leaping forward he grabbed another one, a startled bastard, lifting him high overhead, and slinging him into a crowd of other bastards!

📲 Had no idea you were in town. Sure.

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