Flying
13 Years Ago...
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Kids of all ages! Welcome, to the Haly Circus!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, Sam groaned as hs father dragged him into a assento seguinte to him. "Why did we have to go to a circus?" the eleven ano old groaned. "I mean honestly, I've got better things to do."
"You can spend some time with me rather than beating up another nine ano old." his father said harshly, taking a bite of popcorn. "Or stealing from the vending machine."
Sam made a face and slouched down in his assento while his father continued to eat popcorn. Sam knew why he was really here. His father needed some better PR. What better way than a father/son moment? Sam pulled out his phone and began typing things into it.
A sudden motion por his father sent Sam straight up in his chair. The boy tucked his phone away as his father stood up and shook someone's hand. Sam couldn't see who until his father stepped aside.
Bruce Wayne and a beautiful blonde woman Sam recognized as some reporter walked past him.
"Ah, Mr. Wayne, this is my son, Sam. Sam, this is Mr. Wayne. I'm currently working on something with him. Something that will hopefully bring down crime in both our cities." Sam's father paused with a wise twinkle. "Well,New York. We don't have a flying rodent around to stop muggers."
Bruce laughed and sat down seguinte to Sam's father. Sam was squished behind two fat women who were gossiping non-stop.
"Will you shut up?!" Sam asked, loud enough for the women to hear, but quiet enough for thesis father to completely ignore. The two women gave him disgusted looks and turned around, huffing indignantly.
"And now! For the greatest trapeze act on Earth! Ladies and Gentlemen! The Flying Graysons!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as the spotlight shifted to three people on the topo, início of a very tall tower. One female, two males. One of the males was tiny, only two years younger than Sam. Yet he was the star.
The ringmaster announced the name of the mother and father as they swung out over the empty space. Seventy feet between them and the ground.
"And the youngest estrela of this amazing act, Dick Grayson!"
The crowd went absolutely berserk. Sam put up his phone. This was the part of the show he had wanted to see, though he'd never admit it to his father. Dick continued to wave out to the crowd, one hand on the trapeze bar.
"These three birds soar through the air, performing all these amazing stunts---"
Sam happened to glance out of the corner of his eye at the parents. Something was wrong. The cord shouldn't have been leaning them like that.
"without the safety of a net!"
TWANG!
The string snapped.
The crowd watched in horror as the two adults fell to the ground. Dick collapsed to his knees on the tower and simply looked at his parent's bodies on the ground.
Bruce Wayne was trying hard not to fall apart. He shook, his fists clenched, his eyes watered. He made his way away from the seats as the rest of the crowd screamed in horror.
30 minutos Later
Sam's father held his son tight as the young boy who had just watched his parents fall to their death climbed into the back of Bruce Wayne's car. The crowd slowly dispersed as a bearded man in a trench coat, trincheira came over to them holding a note pad.
"Names?"
"Grant?"
"Ah," the officer said. He held out his hand and Sam's father shook if. "I'm Lieutenant Gordon. I know this must be traumatic, for you both." he looked at Sam. "Did either of you two see anything?"
"No, I'm sorry. We got here a little late." Sam's father said.
"Thank you, Mr. Grant." Gordon said, starting to walk away.
"Sir!" Sam called out. It was the first time he'd ever addressed anyone as "sir". Gordon turned around and looked at Sam.
"Yes, son?"
"What's going to happen to the kid? Err... Dick I mean."
Gordon sighed. "It looks like Bruce Wayne's going to take care of him. There's no need to worry."
"Thank you." Sam said, somewhat reassured.
"No problem." Gordon said. He paused and looked at the father and his son. "I suggest you hold onto your son, Mr. Grant. And the same for you son: hold on tight."
---
"Hold on tight."
Sam's eyes filled with tears. His father was gone. Dead. Dived off the topo, início of his building. No, not dived. Sam thought, clenching his fists and opening his eyes. Pushed. Not died, murdered. Right there Sam made a commitment. A commitment that he...
would have Revenge.
13 Years Ago...
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Kids of all ages! Welcome, to the Haly Circus!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, Sam groaned as hs father dragged him into a assento seguinte to him. "Why did we have to go to a circus?" the eleven ano old groaned. "I mean honestly, I've got better things to do."
"You can spend some time with me rather than beating up another nine ano old." his father said harshly, taking a bite of popcorn. "Or stealing from the vending machine."
Sam made a face and slouched down in his assento while his father continued to eat popcorn. Sam knew why he was really here. His father needed some better PR. What better way than a father/son moment? Sam pulled out his phone and began typing things into it.
A sudden motion por his father sent Sam straight up in his chair. The boy tucked his phone away as his father stood up and shook someone's hand. Sam couldn't see who until his father stepped aside.
Bruce Wayne and a beautiful blonde woman Sam recognized as some reporter walked past him.
"Ah, Mr. Wayne, this is my son, Sam. Sam, this is Mr. Wayne. I'm currently working on something with him. Something that will hopefully bring down crime in both our cities." Sam's father paused with a wise twinkle. "Well,New York. We don't have a flying rodent around to stop muggers."
Bruce laughed and sat down seguinte to Sam's father. Sam was squished behind two fat women who were gossiping non-stop.
"Will you shut up?!" Sam asked, loud enough for the women to hear, but quiet enough for thesis father to completely ignore. The two women gave him disgusted looks and turned around, huffing indignantly.
"And now! For the greatest trapeze act on Earth! Ladies and Gentlemen! The Flying Graysons!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as the spotlight shifted to three people on the topo, início of a very tall tower. One female, two males. One of the males was tiny, only two years younger than Sam. Yet he was the star.
The ringmaster announced the name of the mother and father as they swung out over the empty space. Seventy feet between them and the ground.
"And the youngest estrela of this amazing act, Dick Grayson!"
The crowd went absolutely berserk. Sam put up his phone. This was the part of the show he had wanted to see, though he'd never admit it to his father. Dick continued to wave out to the crowd, one hand on the trapeze bar.
"These three birds soar through the air, performing all these amazing stunts---"
Sam happened to glance out of the corner of his eye at the parents. Something was wrong. The cord shouldn't have been leaning them like that.
"without the safety of a net!"
TWANG!
The string snapped.
The crowd watched in horror as the two adults fell to the ground. Dick collapsed to his knees on the tower and simply looked at his parent's bodies on the ground.
Bruce Wayne was trying hard not to fall apart. He shook, his fists clenched, his eyes watered. He made his way away from the seats as the rest of the crowd screamed in horror.
30 minutos Later
Sam's father held his son tight as the young boy who had just watched his parents fall to their death climbed into the back of Bruce Wayne's car. The crowd slowly dispersed as a bearded man in a trench coat, trincheira came over to them holding a note pad.
"Names?"
"Grant?"
"Ah," the officer said. He held out his hand and Sam's father shook if. "I'm Lieutenant Gordon. I know this must be traumatic, for you both." he looked at Sam. "Did either of you two see anything?"
"No, I'm sorry. We got here a little late." Sam's father said.
"Thank you, Mr. Grant." Gordon said, starting to walk away.
"Sir!" Sam called out. It was the first time he'd ever addressed anyone as "sir". Gordon turned around and looked at Sam.
"Yes, son?"
"What's going to happen to the kid? Err... Dick I mean."
Gordon sighed. "It looks like Bruce Wayne's going to take care of him. There's no need to worry."
"Thank you." Sam said, somewhat reassured.
"No problem." Gordon said. He paused and looked at the father and his son. "I suggest you hold onto your son, Mr. Grant. And the same for you son: hold on tight."
---
"Hold on tight."
Sam's eyes filled with tears. His father was gone. Dead. Dived off the topo, início of his building. No, not dived. Sam thought, clenching his fists and opening his eyes. Pushed. Not died, murdered. Right there Sam made a commitment. A commitment that he...
would have Revenge.
Name: Lara Nightingale
Occupation: Hero
Hero Name: Nightingale
Age: 16
Appearance: Dark-brown hair, green eyes, tall and slender
Powers: Has the power of flight, strength and longer stamina.
Abilities/Skills:
Knows jujitsu and is very good at evading enemies.
Hero costume: Purple crop topo, início with long sleeves (With an "N" logo) Black pants, black boots, yellow utility belt, and a black cape with hood.
Civvies: Green crop top, three-quarter jean pants, white shoes, black baseball cap.
Weapons: None. She has her powers-she doesn't need weapons has her powers are strong enough.
Personality:
Sarcastic and is a friendly person.
Family: Her grandma is Talia Al Ghul and her parents were killed in a plane crash-so she's a orphan.
Story: Came from the future (52 yrs from time)
Occupation: Hero
Hero Name: Nightingale
Age: 16
Appearance: Dark-brown hair, green eyes, tall and slender
Powers: Has the power of flight, strength and longer stamina.
Abilities/Skills:
Knows jujitsu and is very good at evading enemies.
Hero costume: Purple crop topo, início with long sleeves (With an "N" logo) Black pants, black boots, yellow utility belt, and a black cape with hood.
Civvies: Green crop top, three-quarter jean pants, white shoes, black baseball cap.
Weapons: None. She has her powers-she doesn't need weapons has her powers are strong enough.
Personality:
Sarcastic and is a friendly person.
Family: Her grandma is Talia Al Ghul and her parents were killed in a plane crash-so she's a orphan.
Story: Came from the future (52 yrs from time)
"Quite impressive." A voice whispered in Revenge's ear.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. You secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A furgão, van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the furgão, van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed seguinte to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the furgão, van before driving off.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. You secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A furgão, van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the furgão, van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed seguinte to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the furgão, van before driving off.
Kenzie freaks out when Robin tells her that she's going to go insane if she stays with Brennan for too much longer. She watches the fight begin as Brennan picks her up and tightens his grip on her. Screaming, she accidentally freezes time. She then asks for an explanation from Robin, who tells her Fin's real story and who Kenzie was. Kenzie gets really upset por this and time is unfrozen, but no one actually notices. Chelsea gets the upper hand and attacks everyone.
OOC: FINAL INSTALLMENT FRIDAY!!! 'bout damn time too...
OOC: FINAL INSTALLMENT FRIDAY!!! 'bout damn time too...