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posted by CoaxochYJ
 Mel's Tattoo
Mel's Tattoo
*Giggles*




I sat on the ground, tracing the scars that covered my arms. Didn't care that Dad was watching, I mean, what's the harm in that? I reached the tattoo on my shoulder, which covered the scar Бэтмен gave me. Yeah, Ты read this right. Batman. You'll find out why soon...


I walked across the beam silently. The Masked-Bat could have been anywhere. My swords drawn, my breathing was silent, and the room was pitch black. He had me trapped. Little did he know, I was on the same team. Robin lay lifeless on the ground, crimson liquid running down his трещина, сплит cheek, to the "R" stitched onto his suit. They hadn't landed one перфоратор, удар, пунш on me. Then again, we weren't finished yet. I smirked as warm breath ran down my neck, Batarang to my throat.
"Sorry, Batsy." My foot slid his out from under him. Before he fell, he landed a clean swipe of a Batarang to my cheek. Ow.
"Who are you." He сказал(-а) gruffly.
"Can't tell." I said, just before Robin decided to come alive. The Boy-Wonder tackled me off the beam, allowing his mentor to steady. He had me stuck between a rock and a, Bird Boy.
"Gotcha."
"Not for long." I kicked up right where it hurt, hard. He let out a squeak, and fell to the ground. I smirked, launching myself at Batman. A Batarang wisped past my ear, then another embedded itself into my shoulder. Wincing, I growled, throwing my sword at the Bat. Opening my wings and blurring out the dimly moonlit window, I glanced at the bloodied mess my arm had become.


"Mel." Fang snapped in my ear. I quickly snapped out of my trance.
"HOLY MOTHER OF Бэтмен WHAT DO Ты WANT." Fang stared at me wide-eyed.
"What...?"
"I was thinking."
"Oookay..."
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added by MinaBloodlust
added by Mclovin_69
posted by GlitterPuff
WARNING: This is a bit gory and really, really sad. Just FYI...

    Everywhere she went, he followed her. I'm not following you, he'd say, we're just going to the same place. She knew why he wouldn't leave her alone. He wouldn't let her do it. And he promised that if he was with her, he would stop her. It really ticked her off. It was her own choice, not his. He just didn't agree with it. But none of it mattered. She was going to do it. Tonight. And he wouldn't be able to stop her.

~~~~~~

    "Where are Ты going?"

    "Somewhere."

    "Cool!...
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posted by Robin_Love
 Arcineh
Arcineh
Name:Arcineh Wiltsey
Alias: River
Powers: Water-bender; technology; brain power of a computer; combat
Occupation: Agent of the Watchtower; currently in training
Weakness/Limits: Too much heat without water; multiple blows to the head
History: Arcineh is Armenian but she looks like she's a normal Caucasian girl. Her mother was Armenian, he father Latin-American. When she was 10, her mother died of cancer. Her father was devastated, but put everything he had into caring for her. They moved away from the painful memories and started a new life. Because of her brain, she graduated from a University...
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added by Eclipse-YJ
When Nye awoke, he found himself in his постель, кровати with Jennifer sitting beside him, holding his hand. She looked at him relived.

"Oh thank God," she breathed out. Nye took his hand and pushed a piece of her long dark brown hair behind her ear. She smiled at him.

"Alright," he said, shifting his position in the bed, "I need to go find some answers."

A little later in the day, Nye was racking his brain, trying hard to remember what happened in his seen future. A man? No, a girl held the gun. Was her hair brown? или maybe it was black. But there was definitely a gun in her hand, along with some blood....
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posted by 221B-Baker
This charrie goes by the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, или his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization by tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing еще Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.

This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to Письмо them, so, patience.
*giggles*

((Oy...))

1)    If Ты had to choose between riding on a радуга или delivering rainbows, and why?

Both! And I already deliver them anyways…

2)    When is someone going to go слон riding with me?

*in robot voice* Unable to answer due to the fact it is directed to others…

((What the-))

3)    Would Ты rather live in a giant pumpkin, или eat a giant pumpkin?

Live in one! Then I can be like that bunny that lived in one!

4)    Unicorns или Космос Unicorns? Please explain!

SPCAE UNICORNS! It would be offensive to...
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posted by Robin_Love
She heard a crash, a loud one. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. But when the computer announced Batman's arrival, she jumped out of постель, кровати and into the closet. We didn't have training today. Were we supposed to get a mission? She stepped out of her room, ready for action, like most of the others who had slept in on their день off. Blade yawned before heading into the mission room. She saw not only Batman, but also Zatanna, and a few other JLA members. Okay. Not a mission.
“Devin's gone missing,” A voice whispered in her ear.
She would have reacted, but she knew that voice too...
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added by MinaBloodlust
posted by SilverWings13
“Did Ты get it?” Marius demanded.
Angel was too busy choking up water from her lungs to answer. Gabriel was all but passed out on the snow beside her.
“Well, did you?” Chloë inquired eagerly. The blonde nodded, finally regaining her breath. “Then let us see it!”
“Not here,” Энджел wheezed, “Not with-” It was only then that it occurred to her how red the soft blanket she sat on. There were bodies laid across the courtyard. Some were entombed in caskets of ice, their expressions of shock and horror Холодное сердце as if they were displays in a museum. Others had been ripped apart by...
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posted by SilverWings13
Nic barely flinched as a fist rapped on the door of his quarters. "Come in," he granted without raising his voice. 
Ivara opened the door slowly. She hesitated then, wondering if her task was just. Her Superior had his elbows on the стол письменный, стол and appeared to be staring intently over the вверх of his open laptop at the Обои taped to the wall. He wore the same outfit as he had worn that morning at practice: dark red sweats and nothing more. 
Ivara could see the marks that were etched in Nic's back, light scars on his pale skin. She was reminded of the markings that decorated her own body, the violet...
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posted by BladeYJ
 Wonderland...
Wonderland...
We're all a little mad. A little insane. A little psycho. On the inside. We usually know how to control that small part of us. But what happens when it builds up? What happens when it claws its way out? Ты snap. Correct?

Sometimes when we snap, we murder people.
Parents.
Animals.
Friends.
Sisters
Brothers?

Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives или Ropes.

But sometimes... People try to help us.. sometimes people cause our madness. The thing that leads to those horrid acts is them trying to fix us. And by fixing us they put us in a room. With a jacket. And isolate us from everyone...
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posted by Robin_Love
His footsteps echoed in the mountain base, the clock Чтение well into three in the morning. He knew she wasn't going to be there, but something compelled him to come. Her room was the same as he had last seen. He picked things up, not sure why he had come but not put to rest about where she had gone или why she hadn't told him. Guilt suddenly swarmed around him. Maybe if he was here more, paid еще attention to her...He shook his head.
You know she hates when Ты do that, Alek. He sighed and moved to the desk, where her journal lay open. He imagined her sitting there, writing. He could see...
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