Conner came out of an out of order payphone. (How many out of these out of order payphones are there?) And turned the corner. Immediately he saw the giant building. He walked in. He looked around when a receptionist interrupted him.
“Clark?” Conner turned.
“Oh I’m sorry it’s just that you look a lot like Clark Kent. Can I help you?”
“Uh actually I’m here to see him. I’m Conner Kent I’m his uh uh” he said not knowing what to call himself.
“Conner?” A voice asked. Conner turned and saw Clark in a suit and dorky glasses.
“What are you doing here?”
“Batman said that I should get a job. He gave me this note” Conner said handing him the note. Clark opened the note
I’m tired of paying for his clothes. Give him a job. Bond together. If you don’t I’ll batarang you.
Clark looked at the note and at Conner. He sighed.
“Um follow me; I’m sure I can give you something to do. He led him into his office where he started making calls to Batman but they went straight to voice mail.
“Clark?” Conner turned.
“Oh I’m sorry it’s just that you look a lot like Clark Kent. Can I help you?”
“Uh actually I’m here to see him. I’m Conner Kent I’m his uh uh” he said not knowing what to call himself.
“Conner?” A voice asked. Conner turned and saw Clark in a suit and dorky glasses.
“What are you doing here?”
“Batman said that I should get a job. He gave me this note” Conner said handing him the note. Clark opened the note
I’m tired of paying for his clothes. Give him a job. Bond together. If you don’t I’ll batarang you.
Clark looked at the note and at Conner. He sighed.
“Um follow me; I’m sure I can give you something to do. He led him into his office where he started making calls to Batman but they went straight to voice mail.
Revenge watched. The Shadow placed something in the drawer and began to close it.
Revenge jumped down and kicked him in the face. The shadow fell to the ground. Revenge pinned him before opening the drawer. The body was disintegrated, an acid ate through the flesh, muscles, bones, everything. Revenge collected a sample before he saw the grenade.
It was a timed grenade. And the timer indicated ten seconds before detonation.
"Shit!"
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Revenge jumped down and kicked him in the face. The shadow fell to the ground. Revenge pinned him before opening the drawer. The body was disintegrated, an acid ate through the flesh, muscles, bones, everything. Revenge collected a sample before he saw the grenade.
It was a timed grenade. And the timer indicated ten seconds before detonation.
"Shit!"
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Revenge stumbled away. The woman looked at the needle in her hand. The blood within was mixed with a strange brown mixture. Revenge gripped his arm and glared at the woman.
"A simple test will tell me who is beneath the mask, Red Revenge. And your secret will belong to me."
"Not likely." Revenge growled.
"Oh, but that's not all it does." she continued. "It poisons the blood stream. Corrupts the DNA within cells and eventually kills them."
"Nerve gas."
"In a liquid form, yes Red Revenge."
"A simple test will tell me who is beneath the mask, Red Revenge. And your secret will belong to me."
"Not likely." Revenge growled.
"Oh, but that's not all it does." she continued. "It poisons the blood stream. Corrupts the DNA within cells and eventually kills them."
"Nerve gas."
"In a liquid form, yes Red Revenge."
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 said in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did you hear that?"
"Yeah. I told you the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl said 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 said in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did you hear that?"
"Yeah. I told you the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl said 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