SoR8
I hadn't meant to make the girl cry, but dang! She evidentially didn't know a thing about privacy.
As I walked down the hall back toward the common room, I heard someone muttering. I ignored them and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottled beverage before heading back.
I could still remember being shoved into the glass box, Two-Face getting ready to induce a chemical into the box.
I was so distracted, I ran flat into someone. This 'someone' was huge though. Big enough to take on Bane and probably defeat him.
"Hey, Sammy." he dicho in an Italian accent. "Where's pretty girl?"
I didn't know what happened next. All I know is the drink is smashed on the floor, I'm heaving, and the guy is in the wall, moaning about his neck. Blood trickles into my eyes, but I ignore it. There are a dozen people looking at me in awe.
"Anybody else got a problem?" I growled.
No one responded.
"Damn, I dropped my drink."
I headed back to my room and washed off the cuts before bandaging them. The fight hadn't lasted long, but it had taken its toll. I was bruised and cut all over. I was going to be sore in the morning, but I wasn't about to let them think me weak.
"Revenge, report."
I sigh and walk over to the communicator. "Two-Face is the boss. Jazzman is a face."
"Do tu want out?"
I pause. It's tempting. I can get out and not have to worry about anything. Not face the memories and nightmares anymore. But why am I a hero then? o rather, pretending to be?
"Nah, I'll be good." I reply.
"Are tu sure?"
"No."
Because I know that he can still control me. He can still make me his mindless slave if he chooses.
And he can make me kill más than just my enemies.
I hadn't meant to make the girl cry, but dang! She evidentially didn't know a thing about privacy.
As I walked down the hall back toward the common room, I heard someone muttering. I ignored them and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottled beverage before heading back.
I could still remember being shoved into the glass box, Two-Face getting ready to induce a chemical into the box.
I was so distracted, I ran flat into someone. This 'someone' was huge though. Big enough to take on Bane and probably defeat him.
"Hey, Sammy." he dicho in an Italian accent. "Where's pretty girl?"
I didn't know what happened next. All I know is the drink is smashed on the floor, I'm heaving, and the guy is in the wall, moaning about his neck. Blood trickles into my eyes, but I ignore it. There are a dozen people looking at me in awe.
"Anybody else got a problem?" I growled.
No one responded.
"Damn, I dropped my drink."
I headed back to my room and washed off the cuts before bandaging them. The fight hadn't lasted long, but it had taken its toll. I was bruised and cut all over. I was going to be sore in the morning, but I wasn't about to let them think me weak.
"Revenge, report."
I sigh and walk over to the communicator. "Two-Face is the boss. Jazzman is a face."
"Do tu want out?"
I pause. It's tempting. I can get out and not have to worry about anything. Not face the memories and nightmares anymore. But why am I a hero then? o rather, pretending to be?
"Nah, I'll be good." I reply.
"Are tu sure?"
"No."
Because I know that he can still control me. He can still make me his mindless slave if he chooses.
And he can make me kill más than just my enemies.
Dozens of reporters swarmed around the billionaire from New York, but he calmly walked past them all and into the limousine. A bodyguard turned around.
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he dicho in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did tu hear that?"
"Yeah. I told tu the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl dicho it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he dicho in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did tu hear that?"
"Yeah. I told tu the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl dicho it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012
Prologue to Chapter Nine- "The Beginning of más Troubles"
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The mostrar is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up por security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On parte superior, arriba of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if tu can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The mostrar is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up por security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On parte superior, arriba of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if tu can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."