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Post by Fishing4Infinity on 6/9/2011, 2:50 am

The minute Sully covered Recons eyes, sending him into a dark world where he could no longer see anything, he slowly started to calm down and relax. A small, almost inaudible whimper escaped his clenched teeth as he felt himself picked up, half by a warm body and the other by a strange energy. Trying his best to get his heart rate and breathing back to normal, he couldn't help but continue to quiver and shake. In Sullys arms, he felt smaller than he actually was.

When they finally reached the kitchen, Recon had calmed down a great deal, breathing normally but still quite light headed. Feeling the need to give Sully some sign that he was alright, he mumbled; "Sorry... For startling you earlier..." he wasn't just only apologizing for that, but for the fact that he went all wussy on her and she had to carry him the rest of the way here.


Dommino peered around the corner, looking down at the room at the far end of the hallway. Two guards were posted outside, blocking a door that more or likely, held a few hostages. She was on the second floor of the building, alone. Thats how she liked it. It worked best for her and the team at times like these when they were all split up. She didn't need or want a partner.

Backing back down the way she came, she stopped a short distance away and pressed the comlink on her helmet. "Two tangos are blocking the entrance, anyone go a visual of the room? Anymore inside?" she didn't want to rush into the room, after taking down the two outside, only to find out there were more inside with the captives.



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Post by Guest on 6/9/2011, 9:38 am

Lyan brought his hands up and shook them, "Oh, no no. I was already at the end of it anyway, no worries." He assured Can giving her a tiny smile, showing no teeth. It was a rare thing Lyan to do, he hated smiling. Showing his teeth was far beyond from rare, it barely happened. Once he smiled in public showing his teeth when he was younger, people just stared at him because of the fangs he had. So, therefore he stopped smiling and also, he wasn't much of a happy person.


Adela was crouching next to a wall, peering out to see any guards. She's entered by the window, disarming the alarm and opening the window. She stuffed the screws in her pocket for a second. Seeing that there no one, she sprung out and ran to find any hostages. Most importantly, she was excited to get Jacob. Her golden eyes narrowed in front of her, heart racing. Blood pumping without any chance of slowing down. Finally. I'm going to see him. She thought to herself as she heard some men coming her way. She stopped for a second, she just can't run into them. They might get to her before she can get to them. She set herself against the wall slipping out some small pellets. Smoke pellets. She heard their voice coming closer..and closer. And then Thunk. Thunk. The marbles dropped letting out some thick smoke, Adela rushed herself at the guards, grabbing one of them and head butting the guy into a knock out. Then another one tried to sneak up on her, by setting his weapon at her back.

"Don't move." He gritted. She stood still for a moment, smiling. Fool. She thought as she kept her arms at her side now, she swung herself throwing her hand on his weapon causing it to fly back. "I do hope you get paid a lot for this." Adela commented as she watched the guard tried to get his weapon. Effortlessly, Adela yanked out one of her swords. Not exactly as sharp as one should be, she had to make it more safe to not kill anyone. Whatever She thought as she swing the blade at the man's shoulder. There was a stud on the tip, once it touched him. He dropped to his knees shaking. Adela loved how they looked in pain, she stepped closer to him and kicked him right in the square of stomach pushing him back.

"Where are they?" She hissed not going any closer to him, she brought her sword at his neck to see if he'll give or an answer or just pass out.


Cora had a different spot, she was at the back of the building. She squatted herself down finding her entrance, a little glass window. She gently pushed it open and squeezed her body through, luckily she was pretty small. Though, her lack of skill being stable caused her to fall back landing quite roughly, she probably attracted attention. Who knows what. She pushed herself up and began her search, leaving the small room.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Vandal on 6/9/2011, 1:20 pm

The communication network--set up by Cassius, used today--basically wired all head sets together in the team so everyone knows what positions their team is at. Status updates via wireless plans were used to keep everyone informed of their individual teammate's conditions, whether they are fine, caution, danger, or bleeding out. So when Roulette was talking to Reaper and Rook, the entire team heard it. And when Dommino called in for help Reaper couldn't help but respond.

"Oi, Barbie. Use your sonar, how many times do you have to ask? We calibrated the sonar technology to isolate armed hostiles. You can see through walls bumpkin, so try and friggin use it instead of bothering us! Tonight is going to be a great night!"

Though Reaper was harsh, his point was true. Technology today provided the opertunity to free up the communication network, though he couldn't really have a say in that because he himself was using it for chit-chat. But could you honestly blame them? Roulette was nervous, needing something to calm her down was essential for the operation. That and Reaper was bored thousands of feet above ground, his feet planted to the mirror glass windows of god-knows-what-building they're even at, and his hands burning from holding onto the rapel line too long.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by redeagle321 on 6/9/2011, 1:49 pm

[Hey guys, just as a heads up, this weekend and the enxt few weeks are going to be particulary hard for me to post due to work school and a family issue that's come up. I apologise wholeheartedly in advance]

[And Corv, hate to do this, but there's no way for Cygnus to have gotten into the tower without a comm. or being let in, and since nobody knoows him I find that unlikeley]

Rex dangled the Remote out of his sister's reach, in true older brother fashion. "You'll get your turn when I'm done." he said. His body felt like a blob of gel due to all that time of training in the suit to get used to it. He wondered if his grandfather felt this way when HE was his age and was first training to use the suit....

Izzy is still punching the bag I guess [he's kind of fail........]

The scientist below him really didn't put up much of a fight- nameley because he was dumb enough to walk under the grate and got squashed by 250 punds of fully geared SHARP agent. He would be fine, give or take a rib or two. From there, Backarat heard Heard Reaper and Dom's exchange. Yeah, some mission THIS would be, half of the team hadn't even gotten inside yet by the sound of it. He considered some smarmy remark, but settled just for a "Less talk more work ladies." He further slunk about the building, noticing it was pretty quiet, save for one poor nighttime security shmuck that had to get the receiving end of his stun baton. It wasn't like he was expecting an army here, but something just felt....... off......

Y'know, sometimes your job just ain't worth what you make. And the poor security guy being pinned by Adela was having that feeling like it was going out of style. "I dunno what the hell you're talking about, I just do the hall patrol!" He blabbered, clutching where he got kicked as Adela's sword pointed dangerously at him. 'They' was a broad term, he really wasn't sure what she meant.....

Crossbones quickly rolled out of the way of the incoming knives, but one got a little close for comfort and grazed his shoulder. 'Grand, ANOTHER cut i'm going to have to explain to Char. fantastic' He though to himself, trying to make light of the situation. The reas of the Jokerz would no doubt be hot on his heels, so his first order of business had to be to keep the weapons out of their hands. He pulled out several crudeley made shuriken, and with decent aim, burried one inside of Bozo's gun, garnering a spouting of most un- clownlike language. "Don't just stand there, get him!" He spat at the rest of his little brood, slappy included. Crossbones hated thinking in this cold tactical fashion, but since Slappy was the only one armed at this second- and most likeley the least physically strong- he decided to go for her first. Hockey stick in hand, he charged her, going in a zigzag pattern to try and make himself a moving target and harder to be hit by the blind thrower as the rest of the goon squad focused more on him then the weapons and also tried to close the gap....
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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Tizmael on 6/9/2011, 3:43 pm

Sullivan said nothing to Recon, instead she opted to get into the freezer and fish out a nice solid ice pack. She expected one to be there; even the cold storage on Oa had cold compresses. The brunette turned back to the younger teen and put the towel back to his nose, dabbing at the blood a bit before tossing the red stained into the nearby sink.


“There were these twins, back on Oa. The home world of the Lanterns, they were probably ten years older than me, I only ever got to meet one of them."


The cadet never made eye contact with Recon; she was too busy staring at his swollen, bruised nose. She took his wrist with her free hand and handed him the ice pack, basically puppet-ing him as she moved the ice pack and his wrist back up to his face.


“In battle, one of them was maimed, horrifically by a yellow lantern. Shredded him with a spinning blade construct, right in front of his brothers’ eyes. It changed him. He became cold and hard, but his desire to avenge his brother, it motivated him to become one of the best Lantern trainers we’ve seen on Oa.”


Sullivan’s voice was low, soft, but it commanded attention with the finality of its tone. Her eyes slowly looked up to the young teen and she actually smiled, it was a hard smile but a genuine one at the very least.


“He trained hundreds of Cadets like me, fought in millions of battles. All the while, he had haemophobia just like you.”


Sullivan let out a sigh as she took a step back from Recon and crossed her arms over her chest. She had imparted her sagely story, but now it was time to scold him. Her smile morphed seamlessly into a deep frown.


“This doesn’t need to define you, and you need to consider that in battle, you will see blood; from you and your enemies. Inform Tim of this and don’t EVER try to spook me again. Because I will aim for your eyes next time.”



Present Time: Keystone City


Kid Zoom had beamed at the cops when they came to where he was with the wheezing burglar firmly pinned under his butt. The boy had stood up to greet them, though they seemed a bit hesitant, and he knew why. The last person to wear the suit he wore was Intertia, a cop killing psychopath who had been killed by the rogues. Inertia had been the first Kid Zoom. Samuel was no Inertia.


He held his hands up over his head, a pleasant smile on his face as he stood up and moved away from Brock Bernheimer, the nervous cops seemed to relax at this and one rushed over to the criminal and began hefting him up off the concrete and dragging the sweating man over to one of the patrol cars. The apparent lead cop relaxed and placed his palm on his forehead, one eyebrow cocked upwards as he observed the smiling speedster, scratching at his hairline in confusion.


“I hate to say it Kid. But we already got a speedster. Not that this isn’t appreciated! Yeah....Thanks.”


Samuel’s smile faltered a little bit, he had forgotten! Of course there was already a scarlet speedster! Keystone and Central city weren’t complete without one. The young teen felt a wash of excitement at that but knew it was probably best he didn’t run into any other speedsters unless they were informed…Or he was prepared for a fight which involved him frantically explaining who he was. And in truth, even he wouldn’t believe his own story.


“No problem Officer. I was just passing by when I heard the shots. Thanks for showing up so fast. I’m impressed.”


“Uh yeah, ya know…It’s our job.”


Kid Zoom nodded, turning from the scene as he figured that was a good a time as any to head to his true destination. No need to invoke the ire of the current speedster by moving in on his territory. Although it was kinda late, he had nowhere else to go. He’d have to figure it out, maybe rent a hotel room in Metropolis.


“There’s a gun that got thrown under that dumpster over there. Have a nice evening officer.”


“Huh?”


The cop didn’t have much time to react, a blur of red and the speedster was already gone. Kid Zoom rushed down a familiar street, finding his duffle bag of casual clothes in an empty garbage can in an alleyway near the city limits. Hastily the teen hefted his bag up over his shoulder and took off. Out of Keystone, out of any city really. Traveling almost lazily across suburbs and country roads, heading towards his goal as a red and golden streak through the night. For now, he had all the time in the world just to see the world outside of Keystone. He had never left the city before. This whole past world thing was new to him, but so was basically everything else.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Fishing4Infinity on 6/9/2011, 7:07 pm

Instead of making a very rude and indecent comeback to Reaper, Dommino simply replied, "Yes sir." to Backarat. She would get her shot at her least favorite team mate later on. Though, he was right in the fact that she should have been using her sonar technology to make sure the room was secure. Lowering her visor, she activated the sonar and took a look into the room.

Dommino detected 3 heat signatures, besides the two guards posted outside the door. It was time to act. Deactivating the scanner, she prepped her stun weapon, and snuck forward, hoping they wouldn't notice her till it was too late. Her padded boots made no sound as she kept low to the ground, her weapon pointed straight at the two young men, in case they saw her too early. They seemed to be locked in a great debate over how many girls they had slept with in their lives.

Immature bastards. Now only a few feet away, she straightened up silently right behind the guard who had his back to her. "What the-" the other one cried out in astonishment as Dommino took down his friend. It was a matter of simply firing into the first mans back, turning, and firing into the other mans chest. They both fell to the ground, convulsing for a few seconds and then lay still.

Quickly bending down, Dommino unclipped the security pass from the guards belt and ran it through the security lock. The door slid open and she stepped in quietly, illuminating the room with her torch. "Jacob?" she called out, keeping her weapon raised just in case there was another guard posted in the room.



Recon kept quiet while Sully tended to him, listening intently to her story. He probably didn't look it, but he was a great listener and a sucker for stories. It was relaxing to just sit back and listen to someone tell him of adventures or people or anything really. So he was content on just sitting there and letting Sully do her magic.

He closed his eyes whenever she took away the bloody rag from his face, not wanting to see the sickening sight of the dark crimson. Only when he felt the coolness of the ice against his wound, did he reopen them. Just in time to see Sully smile. Despite the previous event's, he couldn't help but smile back at her. It almost seemed like an accomplishment to him, finally seeing her smile. His ears burned red and his cheeks flushed with color as his eyes flashed to a bright green.

"He sounds like a swell dude." Recon responded. "My phobia comes from-..." he stopped himself. Ever since the tragedy, he had found that he wasn't able to talk to anyone about the incident. Whenever he tried, his voice would catch in his throat, and he would change the subject or make up an excuse to leave. He hadn't cried over the incident and it seemed like he never would.

Recon shook his head to forget about it, and then realized that wasn't a very bright idea. "Mother fu-!!" he stopped when he felt the intense pain in his nose increase. "Ok yeah, I think I learned my lesson here." he told her, his eye's clenched tight in pain as he grit his teeth.

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Post by Vandal on 6/9/2011, 7:34 pm

Feet being dragged, he can’t even remember what just happened. Losing memory. What the hell? What was that? A kick. He coughs more blood and head spinning. Mud. Dirt. Tiny bars of soap. Damian couldn’t tell what was real anymore. A surging pain was in his finger. What was that? Oh. Another rusty nail had been driven up one of his fingernails; blood was squirting out of it. More torture. They’re going to have to come up with something new. Damian works through pain. They weren’t talking him to his chamber with the woman… whatever her name was. It was somewhere else. They had just finished his torture session, maybe they were trying something new. Damian was getting antsy, and wanted to know what was next.

The next thing Damian knew, he was sitting down in front of a fat man. He was new. Fatman. Batman. Haha. He’s not scary at all. If he wore an eye patch, shaved head, beard, and a hook for a hand he might have been intimidated. But no, he’s just a fat Asian; probably downs rice every chance he gets. Two assistants with guns pointed to his head, another two setting his bleeding hands up to a machine. His fingers felt uncomfortable. He didn’t like that. Though he figured the machine wasn’t only used to cut off fingers, if you get my drift.

“Okay,” Damian said, “who do I cripple first?”

Everyone laughed at him.

“We have ourselves a joker here!” The Fatman angrily seethed.
“No, I’m Batman.”
“Shut up!” The Fatman ordered slamming his fists against the table.
“Hey if I don’t kill you, your diabetes will.”
“Who do you think you are?”
Damian looked around for a second to make sure he wasn’t talking to someone else. He thought he just said who he was to Pit Stains. “I’m… I’m Batman.”
“Okay, Batman, give us all the information you know about the Big Dipper Project.”
“No.”
“Okay, you want to play that way huh?”
“I’ll play by your rules of the game.”
“Okay, here’s the game, the longer you don’t tell us what we want to know, we’ll chop off one of your fingers.”
“My fingers are not as big as The Big Dipper.”

The Fatman knew how good it would feel to chop off one of Damian’s fingers. So he did, he pushed down on the device then Damian suddenly could feel his bones crack, the meat and cartilage split, blood gushed out, more than he’s ever seen come out of his hand in his life. One of the assistants took a mini-torch and seared his blood wound shut. The entire asylum could hear Damian screaming. The Fatman yelled, spitting in Damian’s face, “Tell us about the Big Dipper!”
“Don’t you go star gazing?” Another finger, split down from the knuckles, he didn’t want to look at it. Fight through the pain. “Now!”
“f*ck you!” Another finger. His right thumb. More blood came out and the assistant seared his flesh shut again. He didn’t know what hurt more, the actual dismemberment of his phalanges, or the burning of the meat and skin. “Tell us! You want to live your life without-“
“f*ck you!!” Another finger. Melting his flesh. He can handle this. He has a fake spine, courtesy of his mother when a villain named Flamingo shot his real spine up. What were they going to do next? Rip out his eyeball? Another finger, he saw it the time. Blood shot into his eyes. Another finger. He saw that one too; it hurt more when he was looking at it. He could feel the nerves, bone, and flesh separate from the cold metal. Damian passed out.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Rinisa on 6/9/2011, 8:38 pm

Banshee had to smile at Reaper, Roullete, and Dommino's chatter. It kept her distracted from how alone she was at the moment. "I'm inside. I have yet to find any rooms with hostages." She informed the others in a low whisper, one hand holding the communicator and the other clutching her stun gun.

Yet again, she heard something. That's the sixth "Something" I've heard. Chill, paranoia, there's nothing h- The agent was trying to reassure herself, but then the sound repeated itself, louder. It was unmistakably there: the sound of footsteps advancing towards her.

Seconds later, she squealed and a paralyzed security guard lay blinking uncertainly at the ceiling, his limbs twitching and his dignity gone.

The redhead held the stun gun with relief, staring at the guard. There hadn't been time for hiding or avoiding (She was a bit too clumsy for either one anyway) so she had panicked. She almost apologized at the sight of the poor soul before she remembered what she was supposed to be doing here. Still, she didn't touch him or taze him again and instead left quietly in the direction he came from. He must have been protecting something, after all.

Keys! She remembered just as she rounded the corner. She turned back just in time to see the man shut his eyes. All the better. I hate it when they stare at you after you've shot them. It's so unnerving. The woman thought, reaching over and unhooking a key card from his belt. She stood up and continued down the passage, reveling in the success she had had over her first adversary of the night. She did pity the guard, with his convulsing arm and dazed eyes locked on the ceiling.

He did have lovely eyes, though. Light blue.
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Blizzard couldn't help but think Lyan's smile seemed...off. As if he had forced it, or didn't do it enough to know what to do. Nonetheless, she returned it with a smaller one of her own. Realizing she had no real idea what she wanted to say, she decided to ask something general. General for superheroes anyway. The girl asked, "So what's your hero name? I'm Blizzard, now."

She blushed, "I know it sounds a little stupid but," She paused and nodded in her sister's direction. "Cal's idea."
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Her sister was in fact still fighting with their brother. "C'mon. By the time you're done, it'll be time for bed!" She grabbed her brother's arm and tried to pull the remote towards herself. She was failing miserably due to her brother's superior strength, even after all that training.

"I know you have a crush on that weather girl, but the weather channel is so boring...!"

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Post by Guest on 6/9/2011, 8:41 pm

Dawn Bat was settled on a rooftop,watching the streets below with a pair of binoculars. Oh..Gotham. Been a while. Huh? She thought as she set her binoculars aside and brought her bangs behind her ear, "And yet, it's a boring tonight." She muttered, but then below her were harsh thuds of footsteps. Someone was running, but why? She licked her lips and drew her binoculars back over her green eyes, she shifted the range and zoomed in on the guy. Hey, now isn't he's familiar.. Red-Domino mask, a brown bikers jacket, a black t-shirt, and baggy jeans along with boots. And of course, his lovely gun in his grip. Wonderful. Dawn Bat tucked her binoculars into her silver bet, she crouched forward.

"Good thing I brought bread." She muttered to herself as she lunged herself out, landing on a pair of trash cans. She hopped off the lids and pulled out a piece of bread, the running pace slowed down. His foot steps were closer now, "Jason." Dawn Bat called out waving the bread, for some reason he always liked bread. It was her way of bringing him, it was bait.

Aurelia was getting worn out from her training, she decided to stop for a second and walk to Izzy who seemed focus in the punching bag. "Hey Blade boy." She greeted. The bag flew back for a second, "What's with the bag? You mad at it?" She joked with a friendly smile. Just like her idiot of a father, she always approaches with a joke.

"I don't give a sh*t who you are. Tell me where you keep the people you've captured." Adela snarled not caring anything about the man. Hell, she just wanted to shock him again into pain and knock him out cold. A bead of sweat directed it's way down her cheek, she took a minute of silence. "Where are the people you kidnapped? Where's the one with a snake tattoo on his arm? Tell me you only got a few seconds before I dig this in your neck or better not your a*s." The brunette was growing impatient, her communicator was off, well she could hear everyone else, but they couldn't hear her. She didn't want them to hear her threats. Sure, she knew that she's not suppose to kill. She promised to not kill again, well. She didn't say it was going to be easy, after all she was an assassin. She grew up killing and got use to and grew a bit fond of it. She watched the man squirm and panic, precious. She cocked her head waiting for his response.

Slappy stood there for a second, trying to imagine the pattern this guy was doing. She figured on his next steps, even if it was a pattern. It always repeats steps right? When he'd go at her, he'd be stepping over to the right side. Instinctively, she turned herself taking a step back to the left more. She reached for the pouch in her pocket, colorful marbles. Radiate blues, reds, greens, purples. Taste the rainbow I guess, the blind girl tossed them towards Crossbones direction.

"Just go for the blind one, huh?"

"Not as bad as Mirazz." Lyan muttered, "My mother told me to use the name, had some important meaning or something." The boy tried to make Can not feel uncomfortable about her name, it was nice. Went along with her powers and what not, the boy bit his lip for a second. "Yeah, not much of a name..Well, how do you feel like being here?" He asked trying not to make a awkward silence between them.

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Post by Rinisa on 6/9/2011, 9:49 pm

"Mirazz? That's not too bad of a name. It's got a certain...unique ring to it." Blizzard tried to console Lyan as he did for her. The change in subject was nice because she knew they couldn't talk about names forever. "It's really cool being here." She gestured upwards, as if to the tower.

"But the reason..." She sighed, "I'm a little scared to be a Titan. Winning today helped, but...I'm still nervous. What about you? What do you think?"

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Post by Tizmael on 6/10/2011, 8:05 pm

“Well don’t squeeze it! Idiot!”


Sullivan marched to him and pulled his hands down to keep the cold pack at a gentle enough pressure not to hurt his swollen nose. She seemed a lot less angry now, more light hearted; her insults were flung with more concern then with intent to insult. The brunette stepped back from him and turned to the kitchen exit. She’d find her room and go to sleep. She hadn’t slept in…Oh wow! The cadet groaned softly as she pinched the bridge of her nose, head downcast as she stepped out into the hall. It had been exactly 24 hours since she had last slept, lucky she and Guy had eaten before they left Oa or she would have been in real trouble.


“Listen, just go sit down or better yet lay down, it’s gonna swell tomorrow, you might have a black eye. But if you don’t push on it like a fool it shouldn’t give you too much trouble.”


She waved her hand back at Recon without turning to face him, merely bidding him a quiet, strained good night before leaving him alone in the kitchen. She was too tired to impart any more stories or words of grumpy wisdom; she needed sleep and lots of it. So without a word to anyone else she made her way to the sleeping quarters, and found her room. Without much care for what it looked like (she didn’t even bother turning on the light) she shut her door and fell onto her bed. A small flash of green and her uniform was gone, leaving her in her modest undergarments. She was asleep before her head even hit the pillow, aches and irritation ebbing away to deep, deep sleep.
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Post by Vandal on 6/11/2011, 2:15 am

Cursor over name, Dick looked with a fixed and vacant stare at the name that was highlighted on the cellphone. The Batcave—as always—was busy; gazing outside the office window he saw Batmen, Batwomen, Nightwings, Batgirls, and Robins running about, training, deploying for sectors around the city. Jason Todd was spotted running about, armed and ready for reasons unknown and agents were sent out to investigate the scene. Dick was fifty years old, and Jason was six years younger than him, making him forty-four; Dick had quit being the Batman and became more of the mentor when he was in his mid-forties, around the same age as Jason. He wondered how he was holding up as age began to creep in on him. Though his daughter was back in town, Dick thought it was good advice from his mentor to let everyone know who this town belongs to when it comes to protecting the city. Still his attention reverted back to the matter at hand, his first born: Alice. Dick didn't want to call, he felt that Alice didn't need the Teen Titans, Batman Incorporated should have been good enough. Plus he could keep a better eye on Alice that way.

"You gotta let our little bird fly one of these days."

The words Barbara had said to him kept ringing in his head, yet something was preventing him from dialing that number. Call it instinct, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to make this decision. He had already called Raven in to tend to Alice's wounds, just in case she really was going to be departing the day after tomorrow, or even possibly... tomorrow. Dick needed a day off. Needed time to cool off and to think about Alice's future. Then there was Karmy.

Karmy had been been on Dick's mind recently. He was aware that she had been under Oracle's care, unfortunately she being with Oracle wasn't the best thing for Karmy, it was the best thing for Oracle. Yes, she had been lonely, and yes she needed someone to be there for her. Both husband and wife of the Grayson family were far too busy to keep up with regular visits, and since Casey had left for the Teen Titans, she was once again all alone in her enormous house filled with renaissance paintings, vintage grand pianos, and dust gathering sculptures. She had a pool in the back, she installed it a three years after she got the house, despite the fact she had about as much use for it as telescopes had use for frogs. He thought it was a Monty Python reference to The Funniest Joke in the World. An ode to both Monty Python, and The Joker. Still, though Oracle was happy to take care of Karmy, she was in danger being in the care of by a cripple. There were certain dangers he had to express to Oracle. And yet...

Cursor over name, Dick looked with a fixed and vacant stare at the name that was highlighted on the cellphone. Enough hesitating. Dick punched the button to call Tim Drake.

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Cora
Spoiler:
Name: Anya Smithers

Aligment: Good.
Age: 26
Alias:Cora


Physical Features/Looks

Eye Color: Stormy Gray

Hair: Up to her Abdomen, Dark Jet black hair that looks violet. She has tied in a bun, when she's wearing an helmet. [Her hair is lined in the middle, so no one bang is larger than the other, they're even.]

Height: 5'10"
Skin: A light tan.

Clothing

Formal: A green lined, black suit that covers most of her body, she also has armor plates on her [Knees, chest, shoulders, ankles, etc.] She wears gauntlets and a helmet. Her helmet comes with gear and different types of lenses [Night Vision, far distances, and to mark a target. It can detect a human from 150 meters away and identify it only 70 meter away.]

Casual: Usually jeans and a jacket with a blouse and ankle high boots.

Powers
-Empathy; To feel other's emotions.

-Emotion manipulation: She has the ability to change the aura around a person (As in changing the mood)

-Mastered in combat: Trained by a proffesional
Strengths
Flexibility: Due to her thin- well built body; she can bend, stretch, and twist.
Advantage Emotionally: Changing a person's mood can give her a great advantage

Weapons:
-Raysunx-1; Holds 5 different non-lethal defenses. (Two stun probes, 3 cartridges, and a pepper shot.) Laser point, etc.
- M84 Stun Gernades [About 5]
-A Glock 19 Handgun

Other Weapons included: A communicator, medical kit, and ear/headset.

Weakness
She's only human
Clumsy: She can't stable herself in a position for so long and can knock out things without meaning to. She's clumsy.
Limitation: Her emotion manipulation lasts as long as she's in the room, if she goes- it goes also.

Personality: An understanding person. She's gentle,but tough. She can be fierce if she wants to, she can defend herself and won't let anyone take over her or insult her. She's a serious girl, doesn't panic easily. She can suck it in and deal with it.

Dislikes:Loud People, liars, disorganized stuff, people who act rude and hostile. Having no space, nosey people, rap and any kind of metal rock
Likes: Classical music, orchestra, comedy, battles, helping people, etc. Jenga (Who's one of her closest friends) and Backarat

Origin
Anya was the second child of her family, she was adopted in fact. Anya's adopted parent's could have anymore children and decided to adopt Anya when she was three. As Anya grew older her powers began to developed, when she was eight she would surprise her parents knowing how people would be emotionally. One day, everyone was arguing and suddenly they stopped and were calm. Just then when Anya left, they got hostile again. Her found this repeating, suddenly they talked to her. They found out she was a meta- and started to to neglect her. Every time something happened they blamed it on Anya, they took her out of school and began to miss treat her. When she was fourteen, she ran off and ran into a woman. She took her in and helped her, though she was a kick boxing teacher for girls. Anya asked if she could learn some- on her free time and she did, she began improving and became one heck of a fighter. She wasn't just trained by Maria Zinka, but other defense teachers that she knew. When she was twenty four, she was offered the job when she bumped into a SHARP member.

Other notes:
Her mentor died of elder age and gave her all her belongings.
She's developed a small crush over Bac.


Adela
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Name:Jaquline Cole
Alias: Adela
Age: 20

Abilities

Telescopic Vision:She can see from great distances.

Mimicry:Without needing any teaching of a move, she can learn it by seeing it the first time.

Extent Flexibility :The ability to bend, stretch, twist, or reach with her body, arms, and/or legs.

Strengths:

-Adela has great knowledge with pressure points and hand to hand techniques.

-Also because of her easy-mimicry powers she could easily learn a move without needing to practice

-She's got great eye-sight, she can see the little things not many notice.

-Photographic memory: Adela has a great memory, she can see the image in her mind as if brand new.


Weakness:

-Her attitude, can get in the way of her
thinking

Appearance:
Height: 5'9"

Weight: 139

Hair: Brown long hair

Eyes: Golden brown eyes

Skin: Tan

She has a scar on her right eye and a tattoo on her left arm [That is a triangle with a circle inside.]


Outfit: A black and white body suit with aqua green spots on it. A white helmet with black shades over the eyes.

Personality: A tough looking on her own girl, she doesn't trust many people. She prefers her pants than the skirts, she's a tomboy who likes the gore of killing. She has a bad temper, she can be a total hot head and get mad over nothing, though she can be a sentimental, relaxing person.

Weapons:
- A Swiss Army knife [that she hides from the others];The contains a blade, a smaller second blade, tweezers, toothpick, corkscrew, slotted/flat-head screwdriver(s), phillips-head screwdriver, nail file, scissors, saw, file, hook, magnifying glass, hex wrench w/bits, pliers,laser pointer, and lock pickers

-Two katanas with a kind of pulse generator in them. It makes them extra sharp but unable to cut flesh

-Skunk Grenade; produce smells so horrible they cause people to leave the affected area. Effects; Immediate nausea,Gagging/vomiting, and Various levels of discomfort.

-pepper spray; A small spray hidden in her belt.

-Sting grenades; explode with rubber pellets and pepper gas; they can also give a blinding flash and frightening bang

-A tranquilizer handgun

-M84 stun grenades; It emits an intensely loud "bang" and blinding flash of more than one million candela and 170–180 dB within five feet of initiation, sufficient to cause immediate (but temporary) flash blindness, deafness, tinnitus, and inner ear disturbance.

Other items; Communicator and a small medical kit.

Origin:
When she was four years old her mother was killed risking her life for Adela because Men were after her. So, Adela's father took her away for they can't avoid them. When Adela turned eight her father began to homeschool her and train her with combat. He was mastered in fighting [since he use to be in the military] and sword fighting. Mr.Cole taught his daughter all the techniques he knows for she can defend herself. After 6 years of training (14 years old) her father died of an illness he caught, before he died he gave her a Swiss Army knife he kept for himself. Adela stayed for months, but then she called her uncle to come over and live with her. Though, he couldn't so Adela sadly had to leave again leaving her father's grave. Adela moved over to his home which was located at North Carolina. Once she was at she lived in a small town, where her uncle sold weapons. She had not much to do so she began learn how to create her own weapons. A this rate she was 17 years old, she was going out more, she would stare at the stores and have attempts to steal because she couldn't afford them. However, the people who were after her found her again. The call she made to her Uncle located her, they attacked making her run away, before she took a pair of kantanas that were made for her. Time passed and Adela was becoming much older, when she was running away, a man volunteered to keep her in. Not knowing anything about the man Adela was fine with it, though the man made her do tasks for him. If she wanted to live there, she would have to listen to him or get beaten. She was trained and turned into a blood thirsty girl. She would love to kill and steal. However, one day she got sick of the man, when he wasn't looking she ran off thinking she'd be okay. Though, she was very wrong. She went to a train and moved all the way to Washington, where she met a man named Jacob Canderous. She was trying to kill him at first, but then she fell for the man and began to live with him. Though, he was a body guard, so she had to change her ways. She adjusted herself and asked Jacob if he can ask Cyrah for a position in SHARP. And, Cyrah accepted her.

Other Notes:
-She's in a relation ship with Jake Canderous
-Has a faithful pet: Delano; who's really a shapeshifter and disguised as a dog

Sorry that didn't put their CS's up....

Lyan was silent for a second, trying to sum up his words together. "Hm, well.. I feel apprehensive being here." He continued as he began to fidget with his blue mask, "I.." He paused for a second and looked at Can. "It doesn't really matter though." He added not trying to seem weak. "Survived day one, even though I didn't get much action." The ebony haired boy shrugged.

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Post by redeagle321 on 6/12/2011, 5:52 pm

Rex continued his stuggle to keep the remote away from his siter. "Oy, that weatherlady is a total fox!" He protested/agreed, continuing to keep the remote away. "You allways got the remote at home anyways!" He furthered.

With one final 'FWAP', Izzy kicked the bag before turning to Aure, still all sweaty from continuously keeping himself busy. "Nah, just beating the tar out of it.... Aurelia?" He said, hoping he remembered her name right from earlier. "My grandfather allways taught me that a busy body is a healthy one, so I keep running on that principle." he explained, nailing the bag again whilst talking to Aure.

The gaurd being interrogated by Adela looked like he was about to blather something else, untill sudden zooming noise- and a dart being embedded in the base of his neck- made him very quiet very fast. The shooter, codenamed Nightterror, wasn't new to the SHARP scene- several months ago, he had been a snipper that heckled SHARP during the Litmus incident. He was clad in a full black suit, save for multi- lenzed red goggles and a device over his mouth, masking his voice with an eerie screeching effect. He had his dart gun aimed at Adela, eyes locked right onto her. "Не двигайтесь."[ means 'Don't move'] He hissed in Russian, his finger resting on the trigger....

And Dommino wasn't exactly in the green either- she had just stepped inside the building, far from the research areas. All that was there for her a vacant hallway- and the sound of automatic doors slamming shut behind her. it was obvious their presence wasn't exactly a secret anymore. The lights remained off as the distant sound of footsteps could be heard coming in her direction.

Tim himself had been organizing a new brutal training regiment for the Titans tommorow. He felt a little bad that he was dropping such a harsh lineup for them right off the bat (no pun intended) but Bruce himself had been just as serious about Tim's own training regiment, and he turned out allright he supposed. It was then that his phone began to bleep for the ringtone he assigned to his brother. he reched over and flipped the phone open. "Hey, what's up? Didn't expect to hear from YOU of all people." He asked, intruiged. If he had found out one thing about Batman after all these years, it was that there was usually something important coming up when you got a call out of the blue.

[Two more posts untill the next villain attack]

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Post by Rinisa on 6/12/2011, 6:26 pm

"If I got it at home, I'll get it here, too!" Heatwave argued and, aiming to hit a nerve, added, "How are you keeping that out of my reach? Your arms are as long as your legs shorty!" She grappled for the remote, not really caring about getting it any more, just enjoying fighting with her brother.
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Blizzard gave a tiny nod in agreement. "Surviving is such a hard thing to do when you're a metahuman." She said, a little bittersweet. It would have been funny if it weren't true. She noticed him adjusting his mask and reflexively touched her own face.

"Why'd you choose to wear a mask, if I may ask? Plan on living a double life?" She questioned.

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Post by redeagle321 on 6/12/2011, 8:17 pm

One particularly annoyed vein poped out on Rex's forehead. "Who're you calling short, you little midget!?" He protested, fully giving into his sister's intention to hit a nerve.

Crossbones saw the marbles go down. He should've seen it coming, it was something he'd expect from the JOKERZ. However, he was too commited to his next step to pull it back and slipped. However, he jutted his stick out and managed to catch himself before he totally wiped out. And a good thing to, as not moments later Tic, one of Bozo's goonie squad, tried to make a grab for him. Unfortunateley for Tac, he got nailed where the sun don't shine. One down..... too many more to go.....

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Post by Vandal on 6/13/2011, 1:56 am

Red glowing exit signs penetrate the tinted glass windows, Roulette can see her reflection faintly in the window. It felt like hours with her feet planted against the panes of the glass, she was hungry, and it started to bother her. She was encouraged, by Reaper and Rook, not to eat before thy went out; they didn't know how she would fair on the side of a building and there was always the possibility that she would vomit. Roulette sighed as she reconsidered that notion, she felt that she would rather vomit now; she felt weak and without energy. Bored at thousands of feet up, on the side of a building, Roulette checked her ammunition to make sure none of her magazines fell out when she heard a weird sound. 

"What was that?" Roulette asked suddenly, shifting her eyes left and right. 
"What was what?" Rook replied peering over Reaper to look at Roulette. 
"Listen... There it is again!" Roulette worried pulling out her revolver and turning on sonar to look through the glass to see if someone was watching. 
"Roulette, I don't-... Whoa, wait. I heard it that time! Reaper, get ready!"
"Rook, I don't see anything, what the hell is that?"
"Reaper? Reaper!"

The two looked at Reaper and then at each other and they both knew what the noise was. Roulette poked Reaper's head. "What do you want?" Reaper slurred. 

"Reaper you were sleeping."
"Muh. Quit your yapping, puppet."
"I think they know we're here."
"Wuzzat?"
"I said I think they know we're here. Should we go in or what?"

Reaper shook his head in a daze, not entirely sure what he was up on the roof for to begin with, and by the look on Roulette and Rook's faces, he knew they knew he didn't know where he was for a split second. 

"Yeah. Let's do this." Reaper said preparing to breach the building. "Just like training," Reaper reminded Roulette, "except this time you can die."

Their feet, planted against the reflective glass panes, hands clasped securely around their repel ropes and firearms, they focused what was to come. They pushed off the glass and were momentarily suspended in air, their only hope was in the ropes that swayed back; following their movement out. Shooting the glass windows in midair with their guns only cracked the glass, they were swinging back into the the building, feet first, and kicking in, effectively breaching the building and shattering the glass. 

"Go loud!" 


Batarangs darted past Crossbones and landed direct hits on all the Jokerz around him. Clowns on the left of me, Jokerz on the right. Several Jokerz remained, panicking. Some tried to run away, and of course it was futile. Out of the shadows, they were being snatched up and attacked. Several felt the sting of thousands of watts of electricity, kicks to the face, and the rest were gassed. What would you expect? If you start causing trouble in Gotham City, who is sure enough to show up? An entire outfit of Batman Incorporated Agents began to surround Crossbones as they emerged from the dark corners. There was as far as Crossbones could count,  two Batmen, a Robin, Nightwing, and Batgirl, and two Batwomen. The one who looked like the leader approached Crossbones as several of the agents began to tie down the goons. 

"Who are you? State your business. Obviously you're not one of them, and you're not one of us. Are you a metahuman?"


Dick mentally sighed. It was good to hear Tim's voice again. "It has been a while hasn't it?" Dick smiled, only to have it soon fade away as he had to recollect the reason why he had called in the first place. He wasn't sure how Tim would react to his proposal, he had to let it on him easily. Slowly build to the point. Yet, Dick wanted to get to the point quickly. Alice was never the one to win in a fight, how could she possibly be a valuable asset for the team? She lost in fights with bullies at school, she lost in fights with punks off the street, how could she fair against the "super villains" that Tim was inevitably going to face with his new team? Still; he loved his daughter, and Alice wanted nothing more to be a little independent as well as do what the "family business" has always been up to. He wanted her to be apart of Batman Incorporated, it would be easier to keep an eye on her and to train her more effectively. That, though, would compromise the independence in his daughter's desires, and there's nothing more that a father wants to do to sacrifice for his daughter. 

"So, I hear you reformed the Teen Titans?"


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Post by Guest on 6/13/2011, 1:59 am

"Ever heard of taking a rest and having fun?" Aurelia retorted crossing her arms over her chest. Her saffron eyes gazed at him with a bit admiration, she swore little hears would float around her head like in those japanese cartoons. She tilted her her and looked at Izzy's face, "Izzy?" She added quickly, to show him she remembered his name.

"Uhm. Not really." Lyan responded peeling it off his face, "I didn't think it'd matter. I'm still a fang- guy without the mask." He said lowering his hand to his side, "I see you're not wearing anything to hide your identity, what's your reason?"

Adela rolled her eyes over at Nightterror, "You.." She muttered coldly keeping her eyes on him. He just ruined her chance, but never mind that. She wasn't afraid that he held on the trigger towards her, her chest was protected with a layer of armor. So, he'd probably aim for elsewhere, luckily her head is also protected. "You know, I don't exactly speak Russian, right?" She told him as she quickly drew her sword towards his hand, she wasn't afraid, she knew what it was like to be shot and she's gotten over that now. She cursed at herself for turning off her communicator after throwing herself in a front flip and lunging her feet towards the sniper.


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Post by Fishing4Infinity on 6/13/2011, 2:40 am

"Oh f*ck me with a metallic spork..." Dommino quickly turned heel and ran back to the door which she came through. This wasn't the first time she had gotten herself stuck in a sticky situation, so she was already formulating a plan in her head. Reaching into one of the compartments on her belt, where she kept the stun pellets that almost every SHARP agent were required to carry, and pulled three out.

Before passing through the door, Dommino tossed the pellets behind her and quickly shut the door. She kept her body pressed firmly up against the door until she heard three simultaneous pops and the sound of soldiers screaming they were blind. "Pft, pansies.."

To ensure the men didn't follow her, she piled up the bodies of their unconscious comrades against the door, and smashed the security lock with a swift kick. Her work done here for the moment, she sprinted off in the opposite direction. "Backarat, what's your twenty? I'm heading east from my last position."



Recon waved good night to Sully and thanked her for all her help. "Mental note, do not piss off Sully when shes 2 feet away from you.." he muttered to himself before relaxing in the chair. He figured it would be better if he just stayed in here and chilled, instead of going out to his cousins and the rest of the team. They would probably get on him about being socked in the face by a girl.

"A hot girl..." Recon smirked. Leaning forward, he pulled up another chair and used it to prop his feet up, swinging his bag up to lay on his lap. Casey dosed off in an awkward position while still holding the icepack against his nose.

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Post by redeagle321 on 6/13/2011, 11:57 am

[i love the enthusiasm here guys, but please pay just a teency bit closer attention to details]

Bozo cringed as he heard the 'screams'- he only brought five guys [not including himself, which made six] with him, what the hell was THAT, some new scare tactic? Well, whatever it was, it was working, and once the batmob came out to get his guys, he figured it was time for a hasty retreat. He managed to keep out of sight as his Tic, Tac, Toe, and the rest took the fall. lucky for him, the Batmob seemed more attentive on Crossbones then him now. 'THERE'S a chunk of irony for you' he thought to himself '- the good guys are paying more attention to him then me.' He took advantage of this opportunity to hastily make his way down the street as quietly as possible and make himself vanish.... he'd get these b*stards for this, but some other time.....

Crossbones went for the silent approach- Bozo had gotten away, he could've taken that fat clown if he hadn't had his opportunity torpedoed just now. Besides, it looked a lot more like he was being corraled in then asked a simple question. He slithered his foot back into a defensive position as he refused to loosen his grip on his hockeystick, in case, for whatever reason, they decided to do something slick...... granted, he severeley doubted he could take them if they did.....

Tim wasn't sure where Dick was going with this- he was confident there was more to the story, but he wasn't sure what that was. "Yup, but ain't you a little old to join?" He asked jokingly...

Izzy couldn't help but gulp in a nervous display as Aure flirted shamelessly. "Well, I guess I SHOULD take a break.... I mean, it's late and all...." he added, almost getting nailed by the punching bag as it sung back at him due to his most recent blow on it, being too much encaptured by the display. He was frequently just beaten up, the whole thing with havign one of his peers flirt with him was new....

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Dick chucked at Tim's comment, he had lost a sense of humor ever since he had taken on the mantel of his mentor. He needed to get to the point, he was determined to get to the point. "You know my daughter? Alice? She needs a ticket in. Do you think you can make it possible?" He felt awkward just asking. It was like the only reason why she had the slightest chance of getting in was because of Dick's status in Bruce's campaign in ridding the city that took the lives of his parents and his close relationship with Tim in the past. In fact, that's probably true.


Batman crossed his arms staring at Crossbones as the rest of the agents gathered around their leader. Unhappy with the silent treatment, Batman began dogging him, seeing him more and more like a really bad crimefighter, he was only upset in the fact that he could have hurt himself if they hadn't been there to instill the fear in the Jokerz, and the only reason they let the last one slip away was to be frightened by the Batmen and to let whoever they were working for know who owned this town.

"Answer me, or you'll be coming with us. For a very long time."

Batman Incorporated Operatives laced the roofs of the surrounding buildings. All attention was on Crossbones.

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Behind his mask, crossbones narrowed his eyes. "Remind me when again it was a crime to dress the part and smack around slagballs like the one you just let escape?" He asked, countering his question with one of his own. Great, just great- in fighting crime, now he'd made enemies of Batman inc for...... fighting crime. He wasn't sure what higher being he had ticked off, but whoever it was, he'd done it royally. He never dropped eye contact nor loosened his grip, getting a progressiveley bad feeling about this....

Tim's lighthearted attitude dropped to serious in a heartbeat. "You know I'm going to have to ask why...?" Tim asked. For one, he knew that Dick had previously been serious about Alice NOT getting into the family business. Second..... he didn't really KNOW Alice. He'd only seen the kid once or twice, hardly a healthy family relationship. "Don't get me wrong, I can let her in if you want, but this seems like a 180 for you." He furthered.


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Post by Rinisa on 6/13/2011, 6:20 pm

"Taller than you!" Heatwave countered, snatching the remote in her brother's brief moment of anger. "Haha! Victory!" She nonchalantly pushed away her brother's arms and changed the channel, keeping the remote away in the same careless way he had done to her.
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Blizzard gave a small shrug. "Wearing a mask seemed redundant since neither of my parents had secret identities. People might know us anyway." She dropped her own hand to her side and added, with a little pride in her voice, "Besides, masks are signs you don't want people to know who you are. We, me and Cal, are proud to be metahuman and just proud to be us."

She looked up and squinted, as if struggling to remember, "What was it? From that X-Men movie from, like, a hundred years ago?" The girl snapped her fingers, recalling the quote. "Mutant and proud."
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Banshee winced, hearing her teammates begin barging in through the communicator. That's the signal. Time to investigate a little more thoroughly. She realized, quickening her pace. She paused, spotting a door. A quick peek told her it was completely empty, excluding a few mops and brooms.

Even evil testing facilities like to be clean. At least the place is sterile. She thought, closing the door as quietly as she could and continuing down the hall. She had come to several turns and twists, but had yet to see the hall branch out into several directions. The only ways to go were forward and back.

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Post by Vandal on 6/14/2011, 1:15 am

Dick tapped on the desk in the same way he noticed Nicole do it ever since he had first met her. Habits tend to be passed down, regardless of age. "I admit... Alice isn't one to pick fights, but I really don't see this more than a social thing for teens her age. The one time she was at public school she didn't have a really pleasant experience. I think this would be a good time for her to learn teamwork and to toughen up. By no means go easy on her. But I don't think this will last for more than a month or the even longer than summer. She needs to grow without me watching over her, and it's good for me because I have to learn how to let the people I love go." Dick thought about it for a while. A silence in his lost train of thought. Bruce came to mind, James Gordon, and Nicole; he knew Alice would be going off to college soon, and he had to get use to it. "Really though. It's for her development. She needs to taste a little bit of freedom and discipline. Plus: I helped found the Teen Titan, I should know the morals that I know you'll live up to. Right Tim?"


The Batman was not happy. The unsettling answer by this punk who thinks he's a crimefighter. Heroism has evolved, and there was no way it was going to go back to the glory days."We have our reasons. You think the only reason they came out here is because of a weapon's dealer? Just to cause trouble? I'll have you know they're working for someone, and we have a reliable lead. You on the other hand are just some punk with a hockey stick who is only going to get himself into a whole load of trouble. This is Gotham kid. I'm not sure where you've been for the last century, but in Gotham, we do things differently." The Batman's sharp glare was intimidating, his armor wasn't anything like Terry's suit of any of the previous batsuits, he almost looked like a knight with all that armor. "We gave you a chance. Now you're coming with us." He looked over to one of his teammates, nodded and said "Batwoman. Would you do the honors?"

She didn't say a word, just looked at him for a split second and she was gone in a bright flash, she appeared in front of Crossbones and kneed him in the stomach, another brilliantly dazzling flash and she was behind him, swiftly jabbing at the back of his head, she grabbed him and another flash of light and Crossbones found himself in Batman Inc's HQ, The Batcave. Batwoman looked over to him and shook her head. He was in the interrogation sector.

A man in a suit walked in, must have been in his thirties, classes, short black hair, blue tie. The Batwoman flashed out. Gone in a second. "God. I hate it when she does that." He said shaking his head. "Please take a seat... Mr.. uhh-"



Reaper, Rook, and Roulette bounded off the walls, running through the halls, and taking down guards. Tripping an alarm caused PMC's to gather to their position. "We can take 'em!" Reaper yelled over gunfire. "I'm not willing to risk Roulette's life. Quickly, down that passage!" Rook replied shouting in the same fashion. "I'm fine really! Let's do this!" Roulette screamed, reloading her revolver. "This isn't a command decision! We're going my way now, or you lose a support, and a sniper!" Rook darted the down the passage that seemed to be closing off, red flashes and a loud alarm notifying that, that part of the building was being shut off, that way the guards won't be able to get to them if they made it. "Roulette set off a smoke, time to hustle! Don't fall behind!" Reaper shouted running towards Rook as more PMC's began closing in.

"Hold on! The damn thing is stuck!" Roulette began half fidgeting with her belt, and half running to the exit.
"Roulette, now!" Rook pressured.
"Got it!"
"Roulette! No!!"

As the pin pulled out and the smoke began flowing from the grenade, a PMC gun-whipped the back of her head with an assault rifle. She fell forward and was then concealed by the screen of smoke. As if it ate her up. Reaper was about to go after her when Rook grabbed the back of his vest and pulled him in just in time before the doors shut closed.

"No! What the fucking hell do you fucking think is going on in your motherfucking mind you sick twisted fucked up bastard? Those arsefuckers go Roulette!"
"Reaper! Calm yourself!"
"Calm?! What the f*ck are you fucking talking about calm, you shithead motherfucker! You just sent Roulette to the fucking shithole!" Reaper screamed banging on the closed off wall and tearing off his expendables.
"Reaper, they're not going to kill her. We have to move."
"I told you we could fucking take them! Why the f*ck didn't you listen to me!?"
"Reaper! You have to-"

Reaper shot a right hook to Rook's ribs, then, as he bent over, he uppercut his chin.

"I know. Calm down." Reaper panted cracking his knuckles. Rook was on one knee coughing. "Get up you sick bastard. Now we have to save this Jacob faggot and Roulette." Reaper stuck out his hand to help Rook up. "Oracle. Do you hear us?"

"Always Reaper. And I'm two steps ahead of you. I've hacked into the security's camera network and I can follow where they're taking Roulette. On the other hand you need to take care of your objective first. Your orders still stand. You have a teammate on the same floor and hall as you."
"And who might that be?"
"Take a left down the hall and kick the last door to your left in. From there place your hand on the far side of the back wall in. It's imperative that you both do it at the same time."
"Aye Oracle. Reaper out."

The two darted down the hallway and followed Oracle's instructions. When the began pushing on the wall they revealed a new passageway and ran right into Dommino.

"Well well well. What do we have here?"

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Dommino lowered her weapon when she took note that it was Reaper and Rook. "Fucking Christ, what the hell was that?!" she hissed at the two. Though she wasn't all too surprised that she ran into them, she had guessed, from the racket that she had heard coming her way, that it was caused by them. "I could hear you two idiots from a mile away! I expected this horse sh*t from Reaper, not you Rook!" Dommino was a higher rank than them, she didn't feel bad about talking to them that way.

"I know both of you were trained better than that." She continued. "Covert operation? Covert as in, don't run through the facility announcing what the f*ck you're doing! Good god, do I have to assign you to carry a fucking dictionary?"

"And where's Roulette?" Dommino asked, looking around for the young women. Believe it or not, she was concerned about the new recruit. This was her first mission with SHARP after all, and Dommino knew how fast things could get messy. "You were supposed to keep an eye out for her!" she barked. "We are NOT losing anyone else on any missions!"

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