In Jail Again

He layed asleep on the couch his eyes closed lightly and his breathing shallow and gentle. She walked in in her tight blue jeans and a violet long sleeved shirt with her combat boots and her eyes fixed on him, her lips surpressed a smile watching him. She walked over and sat across from him on the coffee table and gentley brushed his hair out of his face and ran her hand down his cheek, he didnt awaken from his slumber. She watched him in intrest, he looked so relaxed and defenseless as he slept, she tilted her head to the side staring at him still. Never would she see him like this when he...

“Proceed with caution.” Batman said, before jumping and crashing through the glass.

“Proceed with caution, he says.” Barbara smirked. Sam grinned and held out a hand.

“Ladies first?”

Barbara smirked again before leaping and making a second hole in the glass. Revenge was third.

Sure enough, Joker and his goons were standing by some brewing stands. Joker turned and grinned when he saw Batman.
“Either you don’t know how to use a door, or you just like pulling glass out of your shorts. GET ‘EM!”

The clown’s goons opened fire. The two bats ducked while Revenge ran, tossed daggers,...

Probably should have posted this 'bout 5 or 6 months ago... *shrug* No regrets!


Name: Niccollo "Nic" L Canis

Alternate: Blaze

Age: 16

Physical description: 6'2", pale skine, dark blue eyes, brown-almost-black hair

Stats: Single.

Hometown: Liverpool, England.

Personality: acts cold and commanding toward most people, doesn't like to show any emotion or weakness, a bit egotistical and flirty sometimes.

Powers: can control flames and create them; if he flames up completely he can fly.

Civvies: jeans, leather jacket, Green Day t-shirt, (his biological father's) dog tags,

Hero uniform: not really a hero,...

So, since my sister was begging me, I let her, dont kill me!




Name: Alex Jephin.

Alias: White Lotus

Appearance: Red hair, blue eyes, fair skin.

Civvies: Jeans, white tank top.

'Stume: link

Weapons: Sword

Powers: Invisibilty, Sonic Scream, Levitation.

Skills: Acrobatic, Swordskill. Martial Arts Master.

Past: Has been trained hardcore since childhood. Trained to be fast, and able to escape an organisation called "The Undead". Mastering all movements but, one her father called "The Wind Willow". She struggles with the move, but wont accept help. Her mom died giving birth to her. She went to the League after...

"Why did they fire at us!" 
"The President wants us dead."
"And for what reason?!?" Brendan threw his hands up.
"Well, you stole information from Conway. And you went undercover for Black Ops, now you're in the Marines. Dude, you're only 20." Mercy spun in her chair. 
"Conway." Brendan laughed, "He deserves what he gets." 


Jaime leapt onto a pole and flipped off of it. Bullets whizzed past his face as he maneuvered around the CIA agents. 
"C'mon! Pick up the pace grandpa!" Jaime laughed and looked at the phone in his hand. 
"Names of people eh? What have you been up to?" Jaime kept running, ducking...

This chapter is called "Irresponsible Eric." For reasons later explained... No, not all chapters will have a title. :3

Delta giggled in delight, tugging at Fang’s hair more. “Kitchen!”
He groaned. “We just came from the kitchen!”
“Now!” the three year old screamed, and he winced. “Go!”
“I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I liked you better when you were twelve.”
“Don’t care,” she exclaimed. “Now go, pony!”
“I’m a bird.”
“Don’t care!” she repeated once more, and he sighed, running back into the kitchen. “That’s it,” he sighed, and dropped her...

The men on the fallen one's left and right both collapsed as well. Declan caught a glimpse if silver as a throwing knife embedded in one's chest. He followed the arch up to one of the upper balconies.
There stood a feminine figure completely clad in solid black. A cowl was pulled up to hide the lower half of her face; her fair hair was pulled back in a long braid. She had one boot up on the railing, taking aim as she launched her blades at the intruders.
The doors of the ballroom were suddenly opened and guests starting rushing out in a desperate wave toward freedom and safety.
"Nic," Declan...

Oh, god, what have I done?! I've created monsters!! I promise I'll be working on Gotham's Royals, and my promised one-shots, but I just.. I had to do this. I really, really had to~~

Fang strode into the cave, drenched wet from the storm outside, just as the computer shut down, along with the zetas. “Great,” he groaned. “Anyone else here?”
“We are,” Hayden and Eric seemed to chorus. Then they glared daggers at each other, but instantly Eric started laughing. Hayden rolled his eyes, annoyed.
“Just us, then?” Fang questioned, shrugging off his jacket. “I swear, more people would...

*Shrugs* Its a little long... But what the heck? Its somethin' to read!




I spun around and delivered a powerfull kick to Nightwing's chest, he made a weird wheezing noise, then sucked the air back in. One of the toughest guys I know. He recoiled and lanched at me, delivering a powerfull punch to my jaw. It was so hard, I heard a pop and my head snapped to one side. I tasted blood, then went full instinct from there on. We were both breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat on both of our foreheads. No weapons allowed, no powers, just the machines that we call our bodies. Blade watched, leaning...

Cuz I thought it would be fun! 35 stinkin ways!





1. Poke her in between her wings, then run away cackling maniacily.

2. Hug her, then say "Oops, I thought you were someone else." then walk away.

3. Take away her teddy.

4. Take away her over-sized sweashirt.

5. Say she looks an awful lot like Brittany Spears with her blonde hair.

6. Rub her stomach, then say "Ooooooh!"

7. Dye her hair. She will kill you. Period.

8. When she is sleeping, write tomorrow's date on the back of her neck with sharpie, then point it out later.

9. Poke Devin, then Fang, then her, then say "Looks like Darth Vader had kids..."...

((random thing. it just came to me in Spanish class so here it is...has nothing to do with anything soooo...its kinda just thrown out there...hope u like anyway))

Harley hands pumped Ciel's chest. She couldn't see his face through the tears, and whispering out, "Ciel..some one baby dont die! Wake up..please..please wake up Ciel.." His chest did not rise nor fall. Harley cried and put her head to his. Face to face, she whispered in a shakely, "oh Ciel i'm so sorry, this is all my fault..and now...now you dead..." She pressed her lips to his his quickly and mouthed, "I'm so sorry."

She cried in...

Well, everybody's got a story to tell

Nudge walked towards the edge of the building, staring at the necklace that hung around her neck.

And everybody's got a wound to be healed

"Some brother you are......." Nudge pulled the necklace off and stood on the edge of the building. The wind blew her hair around the front of her face. Nudge stared over the streets of Gotham.
I want to believe there's beauty here

"Gotham isn't bad, just misunderstood....Exactly like me...." Nudge looked down at the civilians who had gathered around under the building. She could her the screams and yelling of the girl was...

*Giggle* Sorry Writer, I had too!






"Okay! Places everyone, chop chop!" The Director said(this time, its a real director, not the creepy lady.) clapping her hands, holding a script in between her torso and arm.
"And in 5...4...3...2..." Lights flashed on, I was in the middle of a small kitchen, standing over a small counter, with a blender, fire extinguisher, a bag of nails, and a stack of balonga. I had a motorcycle helmet, and on apron on.
"Herro people!" I said, waving, inside of the cycle helmet I was smiling, the glass wasnt tinted, so you could see my face.
"Okay, so you see here, a stack...

Talk
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Barbara sighed and pulled her cowl off. The cold, hard piece of rubber sat on her desk and she sighed. The night had bee rough. Batman and Robin always seemed to have everything under control when she got there. She wasn't needed.

Barbara sighed again and buried her head in her hands. She woke to a sharp rapping on her door.

"Babs?" her father called. "Barbara get up!"

Barbara moaned and sat up sleepily. It was ten o' clock.

"Shit." she muttered. She was about to answer the door when she saw her cowl, which reminded her she still had her costume on.

"Barbara, for the last time--"...

(Has some slightly Sexual Material and may not be suited for some, you have been warned, and now are reading to your own consent)

J’onn walked out of the infirmary and sighed, “I worked with her and all may be well now.”
“May be?” asked Skylar. Taking a bold step forward. Silver and South grabbed his arms incase he tried anything. J’onn calmly continued, “There could be side affects, but it is in high doubt that she has or will suffer any.” Suddenly Cat waved franticly, “She’s waking up I can hear her!” Everyone rushed into infirmary. The team followed by the JLA. Skylar...

This article has been in my Drafts section for TOOOO long.
To keep note this is what I originally wanted Shadow to be when I first got introduced to this "OC club thingy". But since I thought about the character I thought it was just "Not modern".
I don't know if this should be made into a different person or what, your choice. (write in comments please!)
I just wanted you to see it 'cause from memory, it took me AGES to make her.
Note: ^ I just added that now. Down is the bio.

Name: Maria Kyle

Code Name: Black Phantom

Other Aliases: Sakura, Cheery (Only in civilian life)

Age: 13

Occupation: Ninja/Hero/Orphan...

It was a crisp fall day in the city of Melbourne, and a 2 yr old girl was perched on a red wooden stool in front of the huge glass window. Watching the bustling city, cars and stinky drivers, hotels filled with taxi cars and malls bursting with a large amount of shoppers. She wasn't so far up in the apartment, hardly on the second floor so she was able to see most things, her hands greedily moving up the window, wishing to go outside.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers...

"You're awake?"
Aryess nodded without taking her eye of the view through the floor-to-ceiling tinted windows of the sky scraper.
The man walked up and stood beside his sister, examining her out of the corner of his eye.
The teen wore loose sweat-pants and a black tank-top. She had tied her hair back in a braid, allowing full view of her storm grey irises, dark as the clouds were gathering outside. Her face was drawn and paler than usual and every muscle was tensed.
"No offense, but you look like crap," Declan stated.
"I feel like crap," she admitted. "Where's my suit?"
"Getting repaired. The entire...

Name: Samuel Grant
Code name: Red Revenge
Age: 24
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 213 lb.
Eye and Hair Color: True blue eyes, shaggy dark hair with natural streaks of blonde
Physical form: Muscular, masculine (no they aren't the same thing), clean shaven
Normal "Civvies": Khakis, T-Shirt, Suit Jacket
Uniform: Black stab/bullet-proof body suit with red cape, mask, markings, outlines, and gloves.
Attitude: Nice guy, sympathetic for those who deserve it, harsh and cold when needed. Very much a politician and businessman. Cold and dark when Red Revenge.
Job: CEO of Grant Industries
Home: New York City
Powers: None
Abilities:...

Don't worry, this isn't a whole new series.. I kinda got carried away, so it’s probably gonna be at least 3 parts (would that be a three-shot or a series?? lol). BTWs this takes place when Aisling’s 8 so that’d be.......eh, you do the math.
His eyes widened as he stepped into the alley, wrinkling his nose at the stench that wafted toward him in thick clouds. He had to walk on his tiptoes to avoid the piles of filth and unidentifiable substances, and he grimaced at the squelching noises his combat boots made on the ground. Pinching his nose shut, he scanned the alley, praying that no one...