Oh Scott (; I found your song

Scott looked up at the sky and watched Iron Man fly over, followed por Spider-Man.
“OOOOH. Where are they going?” Scott quickly sprinted up the calle following them both, and waited for them to land. Scotts ears flattened as Iron Man landed in front of Scott, and Spider-man behind him.
“Kid, what are you?” Iron Man looked at Scott.
“Following you.” Scott replied.
“Well, that’s not creepy.” Spider-man dicho from behind Scott.
“It looked interesting!” Scott threw his hands up in defense.
“Listen kid, tu don’t need to follow me,” Iron Man looked at Scott then at Spider-man....

((I was going to post other ones (2 other articles) but they got erased from my compute D: any way.. This articulo is going to be VERY dark... So if tu don't like dark artículos don't read.
Btw this is a Song Fic! So the italic words are the verses. Unless it's a name))

"You didn't kill them did you?" Gage dicho calmly looking down with his eyes closed.
"Yes I did, Gage.." Her voice trembling.
"No tu didn't, tu know what happens when tu lie."
"I'm not lying!"
He hit her... hard.. knocking her unconscious. This has happend twice this week but he always does something new.
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Name: Mercy

Alias: Bella Watson

Age: 16

Powers: Can control and create fuego and other forms of heat. Is immune to burns and doesn't feel the heat.

Appearance: Orange-ish hair, blue-green eyes, freckles, 5'7", thin, small tribal fuego art tattoo on her right wrist

Personality Around the Team: Very misceláneo and spontaneous. She can't really keep her focus for long unless instructed to. When needed to be serious, she will obey. Tries to aways be the life of the party.

Personality When Not Around the Team: Upbeat and simple. She is quite down to earth and not afraid to speak her mind. Much más toned...

Name: Rylan Touya
Alias: Spade
Occupation: Hero
Powers: Agility, acrobatics, ability to manipulate, trained in hand to hand-to-hand combat, flight, trained with a pair of Sais, jinx factor
History: Rylan Touya was born and raised in Japan. Both her parents were of German background, but Rylan's mom married a Japanese man after her husband died; Rylan was three. Rylan's new father was a scientist experimenting with all kinds formulas. When Rylan was five, she discovered her new father was trading and making deals with the villainous Poison Ivy. Rylan tried warning her mother, but was ignored. Three...

Name- Tundra

Real name- Amara Noelle

Status- Married to Charm, one child

Gender- female

Powers- to create/control ice, turn into wolf

Upside- She always had a weapon at hand and has better smell and hearing

Downside- She can't use 2 powers at once. if it gets to hot it can affect her ice ability and make her use más energy.

What happened?-

After Charm's disappearance and her attempted arrest Amara fled and took Bonnie into hiding. She ran the drug trade and eventually moved in with the Jones family after finding Red Rose. Amara continued to look for Charm and raise/train Bonnie.

Weakness-

Amara...

Name: Terrance “Terry” Von Wolfstamdt
Alias: Prince Charming o just Prince
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Height: 6’0”
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Place of Origin: Chevalier’s (the Country Side)
Accent: Danish, but it only comes out in certain words.
Allies: Young Justice
Occupation: Hero and current student.
Relationship With: She has a slight crush on Conner.
Family: Her younger brother: Fredrick “Freddy” Von Wolfstamdt and her mother.

Powers: None.

Skills: She knows the basic skill set of a solider of the army. Despite knowing how to use a gun, Terry only uses her battle-axe and a Swiss...

To All Active Members of the Young Justice and Young Justice OCs Clubs:


As tu may have seen, Bakes and BelovedRobin have been engaging me in a battle over morals. I will kindly ask tu to judge this argument for the betterment of the world. If tu do not wish to. Stop lectura here and borrar this message forever. Take no part in a moral battle of right vs wrong. But it is up to tu to determine what is right. And what is wrong.

Bakes and Beloved Robin have stated that they will put themselves above anyone else. That they would not sacrifice themselves to save anyone else. They have stated, quite...

“Whatever you're hiding Devin, you're a part of it. I know. tu can't lie unless you're protecting someone. Who are tu protecting?”
“Myself Becca.”
“Why?”
“None of your buisness.”
“Your brother is my boyfriend; tu and I are friends. I'm sure it's my buisness!”
“No. It doesn't concern you. Leave it alone.”
“No!”
“Becca, why can't tu just admit tu hate not knowing things?”
“Because tu just did! Now tell me!”
“Becca!”
The two glared at each other. It wasn't common for them to do so, but they had their moments.
“Why so secretive, Dev? We've always been honest...

It was dark, i remember, but around me everything was moving i could hear it and feel it. The mask that i wore to keep me breath was the only thing that kept me alive. I could hear all the glass breaking, and suddenly i felt a stinging on my skin, as i looked up i saw chemicals, pouring into the test tubes. My water was infected. I needed to get out. My little five año old fists banged on the glass tube around me, nothing was helping. I couldn't get out, suddenly a large movement occurred it sent my tank flying, and it crashed to ground and broke open, and i tumbled out, water gushed onto...

Homework One-Shot

(This fanfiction may include SUGGESTIVE material not appropriate for younger people. Just a warning)




Sam had just come back from a diving mission in New York Harbor. His suit was soaked as was he. And he smelled like garbage. He was just about to step in the showers when his phone buzzed. Sam picked it up. It was a text message from Holly.

"Pls hlp w/ hmwrk"

Sam sighed and replied he'd be over in ten before stepping under the hot stream of water. He bathed quickly and dried off, slipping on a white manga larga camisa, camiseta and a red button up that was left undone. He slid on jeans and...

Eh, it's okay..Sorry it's so short.

I twirled the rose between thumb and index finger, and looked up letting the winds breeze through my shaggy black hair. I heard a flutter of wings behind me and gripped my hands onto the rail to ease the nervousness inside me. I kept one hand on the rail and swiveled around to face Devin, she looked at me with her blue eyes, as they stood out from the surrounding darkness on parte superior, arriba of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. I hid the rose behind my back as Devin looked at me curiously, "Whatcha got there?" she said, tilting her head up attempting to see around me. "Nothing,...

She sat on her cama looking at the ground thinking. She had been locked in her room for 6 hours straight now and she wasnt coming out. Blade sighed and layed down, rolled over, and looked at the ceiling. How was she supposed to choose? Either way one would end up being hurt. Blade sat up and grabbed the pistol under her bed.
"Either way I will end up hurting someone, but if I just 'disappear' they won't have anything to worry about," Blade mummbled as she got up and looked in her mirror with a cold expression. She's cried way to much recently, so she wasn't going to cry now. She glanced down...

OOC: This is a re-pub of my very first story, Expectations. So basically, this happens before Fin is dead (that’s why Fin is in this. duh.) and it takes place right when Aisling joins the Team. So yeah. God, it was so long hace that I wrote this! Well anyway, here it is..
I don't remember the día I found the Team. Those memories--all memories of my past--are gone, corrupted and removed; but más on that later. I only know now what they told me, but from what I've heard, I picture myself as a kitten. A lost, scrawny, water-sodden kitten, that somehow dragged itself--myself--onto the doorstep...

Greetings,

SUP! My name is- well depends when and where I am. Currently I am Dana Grayson, sister to Richard “Dick” Grayson. My hero name is Data, dado to my por the reporters of Gotham. Yeah Gotham, kinda bad idea just strutting up on the Batman’s and Robin’s turf, but eh I needed their attention. I may look like just another hero-girl but actually I’m a experiment; a failed one at that. I came from Cadumus, just another project, tu heard of Superboy?
(*Footsteps, people walk into room*)
Same concept, I am from Project Justice we were dado and created por DNA of the Justice League...

Jamaica
June 30, 11:34 EST
--------------------------------*

Holly yawned and stretched her arms. The warm sun was heating her face and arms. She tossed the covers off and smiled sleepily. She was still in her tank-top and close-cropped shorts. 

The door to the apartment open and acebo jerked awake. Without making a sound, she reached for the gun she stored under her bed--

--to realize she wasn't in her bed. Holly's body braced itself as she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She felt someone walk close to her and she swung her hand. 

Bryson dodged and backed up, hands in the air like...

Trapper Part 5

Dakota City

13:47 EST, March 3,

"Batman to Static!"

"Yo, Bats!" Virgil yelled, throwing a contenedor de basura, basurero at a group of terrorists. "I could use some help!"

"So could New York. We need tu to-"

"In case tu didn't grasp the picture, I'm busy dealing with a detachment of Trapper's goons. I can't help."

"The entire Justice League is trapped on the Watchtower, superman is offworld, and the only one who can get to New York in time besides tu is Impulse. He doesn't stand a chance!"

"What about the rest of your guys? Robin? Batgirl? Huntress?"

"At the Cave. And Helena is overseas!"

Static yelled an...

Here I go again, jumping into another plot before it's stationary...

Six men sat at the mesa, tabla in a circle, evenly spaces from one another. The floor-to-ceiling window beside them showed them the presidential suits full view of Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Papers, maps, and fotos were strewn across the table. There was enough information to creat a time line for all six targets. They could take them out, one por one, easy. Their boss would be very happy.
The men glanced up as the lights flickered in the hotel room. Then went out.
A thump was heard from across the room. The men stood in alarm, surrounded...

Name: Roxanne "Roxy" Conners
Age: 37 (age when she died)
Status: deceased
Relations: husband- Riley Conners (deceased), son- Daemian Weston (deceased), son- Declan Conners, daughter- Aryess Weston
Physical Appearance: fair hair, sky-blue eyes, 5'8", slim build- slight muscle
Personality: stubborn, kind, strong willed
Titles: Mistress of Revenge, ángel
History: Was born and raised in Venice, Italy as Roxanne Weston. Her parents tried to protect their only child from their family's secret: each generation of their ancestors had sent their lineage to the temple of the League of Shadows in hopes that...