Like Father Like SonOn a merciless frigid winter night like this, the streets of Gotham City were fit for neither man nor beast. Unsurprisingly, there was very little crime taking place tonight. With the start of a blizzard beginning to rear its ugly head, even the dregs of humanity were hunkering down to brace for the coming storm.
"Where is he?" Dick Grayson muttered under his breath as he stared out the living room window. It was two a.m and he'd made the judgement call an hour ago to end all patrols early after getting a severe weather update from Barbara. He and Damian had been home for half an hour now, but there was still no sign of Tim.
"He said he was on his way, Master Richard," Alfred said in a reassuring tone. "Have a little faith." Still, even as he said this, the old man couldn't help the concerned lines deepening on his own face. The blizzard was strengthening outside to the point where one couldn't see the city lights at all from the lofty penthouse they all shared together atop Wayne Towe
Memory Chapter 2“Good Morning. Didn’t think you’d be up so early!” she teased as she stood by his bed.
Bruce squinted as the harsh sunlight hit his eyes. It wasn’t so early in the morning after all. Diana noticed his discomfort and drew the blinds immediately.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Thank you?” she repeated, “Didn’t expect to hear that from you.”
Bruce brought his fingers to either sides of his forehead and massaged in clockwise motion. He had his eyes shut tight and his hands were quivering.
“Here, let me help,” Diana said as she placed both her palms on his head, thumbs meeting on his forehead and applied a gently pressure. Bruce seemed to ease into the touch and breathed heavily. He opened his eyes once Diana eased the pressure. It was then that he realized that he was not in his home, and the lady nursing him was not whom he had expected to see.
“Hello,” he said, his voice quivering a bit.
Shade got him this time, almost got him. The batwing suffered a head on collision with the cliff and erupted into a huge fiery ball almost instantly. However Shade’s want could not completely black out the proximity sensors of the batwing. With seconds to spare, Batman had ejected out of the plane. However the ejection was not fast enough to spare him a blow from the batwing’s debris. A broken wing hit the pilot seat in air and hurled it off from above the shore into the sea.
“I’m on it!” Aquaman cried as he made his way towards the site of impact.
Before Shade could enjoy his fleeting moments of victory, he found himself in the clutches of the Man of Steel.
“You should probably thank your stars that he escaped.” He said, half bringing his fist down on him.
“Some other time, Superman,” Shade said as he reached out to activate his wand, only to hurl it away by reflex and to find a pang in his arm.
Entangling Justice -Collab with Elie StarrEntangling Justice
When Will My Life Begin?
This is the story of how I died. Don't worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn't even mine. This is the story of a girl named Artemis. And it begins with the stars.
One day, a lone star fell from the skies, landing on a cliff, from where a single flower grew from it. This flower held the power to heal, and all throughout the kingdom, it was searched for, in order to save the Queen, who was ill and with child. It was not found by the king's men, however, but by a tall, built man, named Lawrence Crock, many years ago. Now, he was not your average man, no, he was very old, older than the kingdom, but the flower kept him youthful.
How you may ask? Well, the flower itself, healed, but the pollen, he had discovered, harmed. More specifically, it took the youth of a victim, and transferred it to someone else. So, every few months, he'd go to the flower with his latest prey, and sing to it
Mask of the Red Hood - Chapter 2: Memories
Batman Beyond - Mask of the Red Hood
Chapter 2: Memories
“With the recent death of gangster and known counterfeiter, Chuckie Sol, Neo Gotham’s own City Councilman, Arthur Wolper, held a special, late night conference on the matter, including eye witness accounts that Batman was involved in the murder of Chuckie Sol,” said Jackie Walker of GCN, Gotham City News. Maxine "Max" Gibson had turned on the TV when Terry, aka Batman, and Sarah Grayson, a young, red haired woman, daughter of Captain Barbara Grayson, and the current Batgirl, returned to the Batcave. “We take you live to the conference.”
Arthur Wolper, was a man in his mid 40s, with a salt and pepper mustache and hair to match. He was well dressed and had a pin on his breast pocket. The pin had the symbol of the Batman with a red cross going right through it. Also at the conference was Captain Barbara Grayson, Gotham’s DA Dick Grayson, Barbara’s husband and formerly known as Nig
Apprehensions"So what do you say?" she asked, after completing her monologue substantiating the - Why which came from the other end which followed her revelation.
It was actually a baffled What!!! followed by a Why? which was weakly mouthed.
He wished he could take back those expressions. But it was too late. It was his turn to respond, and he knew that he had to. He shook his head impatiently, as if to drive away the thoughts impinging upon his mind.
"What do you know about him?" he could say, finally.
"Nothing," she admitted.
He sighed and struck his palm against his forehead.
"Tell me something, Diana! Did you come to me for advice? Or are you merely to informing me?"
She thought for a while.
"It was Hawk Girl's idea," she said, pointing to her winged friend. He squinted at her and she dodged him.
Diana took charge, knowing that Hawk Girl wasn't going to plead her case as she did before her a few hours ago.
"Listen, Superman! She felt the same way as you do, right now. Howev
Prisoner of Vengeance Part 4 Embracing Danger Sc 2
Several hours later, I still contemplated these words on the bridge, watching from afar as Khan, Jaken, Blondie and a few other officers scrutinized a glowing blue holographic map. I wasn't really paying attention though, the wild pulsing of my heart drowning out even Khan's deep, velvety voice. I now knew why I had been blindfolded when first marched aboard the Vengeance.
I had only seen a glimpse of it, as Khan was careful to sling a muscular arm around my shoulders and whirl me back around to continue our walk the other way we'd came, back down the hangar and to the staircase. Yet I had seen it all the same, and clung to that fleeting image like a life preserver of old, the only physical hope I had of now, my only tangible plan of escape.
At the end of the impossibly long hangar, there had been a doorless room, a tiny communication base of sorts, and I had felt a rush of overwhelming joy when I caught a glimpse of what was in there. It was just a glimpse, impossibly fast, but I had
An Unlikely Encounter ch. 38CHAPTER 38
Roxanne smiled demurely as she stood there and watched her best friend practically launch herself at the handsome playboy before snatching the keys out of his hands giddily (And then begin apologizing profusely for her action, of course).
She took one last look at the two before turning to close the 1-story high maple wood doors that led to the foyer of Bruce Wayne's impressive mansion. Only, Alfred's was the only face that greeted her when she went back inside. He was smiling kindly.
"Miss Jackson," Alfred said as Roxanne began to climb the stairs. "Might I recommend a trip to Master Wayne's outdoor facilities? There are a plethora of sports and other recreational activities that would serve to entertain you throughout the duration of the night."
Roxanne paused mid-step up a stair and actually considered taking up the friendly butler on his offer. However, her shoulders sagged a bit when she realized that before she could do anything else, she would have to make sure that s
An Unlikely Encounter ch. 36CHAPTER 36
I hoped to God that standing in front of Bruce's door with my fist poised above me mid-knock didn't constitute as a reason to look creepy.
It wasn't that I was necessarily scared per se . . . my mind had merely decided to recap on every single seductive encounter that's ever occurred between Bruce and I . . . So I was a bit distracted to say in the least.
A strange chill that ran down my back awakened me from my trance. It was so quick that I almost thought I had imagined it. I looked behind me down the desolate hallway in the direction of my room. It was only after I saw no explosions, nor heard any peculiar noises that I felt comfortable with turning back around a few seconds later.
'Strange,' I thought fleetingly. Was someone talking about me? I quickly disregarded the idea, however.
One more deep breath, and I found myself connecting my fist with the dark mahogany wood that separated Bruce from me. A few moments later, to my complete surprised, a tall, skinny
WWL2 THE RISE OF GOLDEN ANGEL, Chapter 3 part 2
They returned to the mansion in high spirits and Elissa seemed to have forgotten about her failure with Scarecrow. Clinging to her mother's arm as they entered, she laughed and declared, "You have got to be kidding! And she knew nothing about it?"
"I didn't keep many secrets from your grandmother," Diana admitted, "but some things are much better left unsaid."
"That is just totally wicked," the girl said with a laugh.
"Just don't get any ideas," Diana warned. "I'm way ahead of you on that."
"I believe you, Mom. Hey! Maybe we can, like, go and do a Justice League mission or something. It would be all kinds of fun!"
With a little smile, Diana confirmed, "Sure, I'd like that. But not until I get you clearance, understand?"
"And I think your father would like some time with you as well. Do you think you can g
Prisoner of Vengeance Part 4 Embracing Danger Sc 1
The explosion shot violently across the scorching desert sky in fiery plumes, the image searing my eyes, and resounding in my afflicted mind. The deafening roar, the horrified, confused screams, the prolonged groan of mangled titanium making swift impact with the dunes, burning sand raining down, all of it culminating in such a symphony of sorrow, causing me to shake. The speeding starship, ablaze, screaming at breakneck speed towards its doom, desecrated, getting torn to silver shreds. There's a faint sound of shattering glass accompanying the more painful roars as an officer is thrown through the bridge window, dropping hard into the swirling sands, already dead. There's nothing left to identify the ill-fated vessel now, save for some badly burned off lettering, and I can only make out a barely intelligible, "VAL."
I felt my body toss and turn, shaking violently now. The ship ceased its groaning, dead. The screams felt louder and louder until they consumed my entire conscious. Starfl
WWL2 THE RISE OF GOLDEN ANGEL, Chapter 3 pt 1
Elissa moaned softly and rocked her head to the left, then the right, and her eyes opened to thin slits. She blinked and struggled to bring the world around her into focus. Drawing a deep breath, she tried to make sense of where she was, how she got there
Anxiety surged up again and quickly she felt herself near panic as she looked around her. When she tried to sit up, a strap around her chest stopped her. Trying to raise her hands to remove it revealed that she was cuffed to the bed she lay on. Looking down at herself, she saw that she was only covered with a white sheet and white wool blanket, and over these were leather restraints over her legs and hips and she could feel her ankles cuffed and strapped down beneath the sheet. Her eyes darted about. This looked like the Batcave, and yet it did not. Drawing a deep breath, she tried to calm herself and reason out what had happen, w
Memory Chapter 3“I thought Superman said no injuries,” Jonn said, as he nursed the bleeding nose.
“It was my fault actually,” Diana said apologetically, “he was freaking me out!”
“Diana, I don’t think he blacked out because of the injury though.”
Diana walked around the bed and sat beside him
“I called you as soon as I could wrap my head around what happened. Bruce was behaving as if he knew nothing about his being Batman. I checked the place but it is not bugged. You have checked it too.”
“I don’t understand why he behaved in such a way.”
“He might not be lying, Diana.” Jonn said.
“What do you mean?” Diana frowned, “Do you mean to say that he is not Batman.”
“No, no,” Jonn shook his head. “I think he doesn’t know that he is Batman.”
“Dual personality, Hera, no!” Diana said agitatedly, “He knows that he is Batman, of course
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