WARNING: The following excerpt may contain medium to high acts of sexual desire and lust. If this is too graphic, or the subject area makes you uncomfortable, DO NOT PROCEED!!!
A/N: If this is too graphic for y'all, lemme know and I'll change some things. Thank you and enjoy!
Barbara placed the slide Sam had given her into a special part of the computer and waited. She groaned, wiping the sweat from her face again.
"Jesus it's hot in here." she exclaimed, pulling her tank-top off and tossing it on the floor. The only thing the red-head had on underneath was a gym-top which didn't cover much mais than a bra.
"Babs!" Sam exclaimed, covering his eyes.
"What?" Barbara demanded, turning herself in her wheelchair. "You took your camisa off!"
"I'm a guy!" Sam exclaimed. "I don't have....things up here!" Sam gestured at his chest.
"But you do have things down here." Barbara said, drawing a círculo around his abs in the air.
"And lower." Sam smirked.
"Shut it, Grant."
"Ooh! Fiery tonight."
Barbara smirked. "Looking for a way to get hotter night? Put your camisa back on and sleep beneath the sheets."
"Funny Miss "I-don't-care-who-sees-me-half-naked."
"I do!" Barbara proclaimed. "You're my friend. I don't mind you seeing me like this."
"I do!"
"Admit it, Grant." the red-head smirked."You think I'm hot."
"After you." Sam said.
Barbara grinned and did something Sam should've totally seen coming.
She kissed him, full on the lips.
Sam was shocked at first, but suddenly felt the urge to increase the potency of the kiss. His left hand slipped down Barbara's sweaty back and pulled her closer. He felt her squirm when his hand brushed the spot Joker had shot her. She didn't pull away though, and neither did he. Her hands moved to his chest, kneading it like a satisfied cat would knead a pillow.
Sam's arms picked up the paralyzed girl and carefully removed her from her wheelchair, placing her on his lap. She broke away for a second, grinning, breathing deeply, their foreheads never breaking contact. She was back on him again. Sam's hands slipped to Barbara's butt, clutching it. The red-head moaned into his mouth, pressing her body mais firmly against his. Her hands had long since moved from his chest. They were now wrapped around the back of his head, entangled in his messy hair.
Sam's right hand moved to Barbara's lower back, again causing the girl to squirm. The other hand, his left one, entangled itself securely in Barbara's fiery locks. Her green eyes were full of lust and want. Sam needed this as much as she did.
A/N: If this is too graphic for y'all, lemme know and I'll change some things. Thank you and enjoy!
Barbara placed the slide Sam had given her into a special part of the computer and waited. She groaned, wiping the sweat from her face again.
"Jesus it's hot in here." she exclaimed, pulling her tank-top off and tossing it on the floor. The only thing the red-head had on underneath was a gym-top which didn't cover much mais than a bra.
"Babs!" Sam exclaimed, covering his eyes.
"What?" Barbara demanded, turning herself in her wheelchair. "You took your camisa off!"
"I'm a guy!" Sam exclaimed. "I don't have....things up here!" Sam gestured at his chest.
"But you do have things down here." Barbara said, drawing a círculo around his abs in the air.
"And lower." Sam smirked.
"Shut it, Grant."
"Ooh! Fiery tonight."
Barbara smirked. "Looking for a way to get hotter night? Put your camisa back on and sleep beneath the sheets."
"Funny Miss "I-don't-care-who-sees-me-half-naked."
"I do!" Barbara proclaimed. "You're my friend. I don't mind you seeing me like this."
"I do!"
"Admit it, Grant." the red-head smirked."You think I'm hot."
"After you." Sam said.
Barbara grinned and did something Sam should've totally seen coming.
She kissed him, full on the lips.
Sam was shocked at first, but suddenly felt the urge to increase the potency of the kiss. His left hand slipped down Barbara's sweaty back and pulled her closer. He felt her squirm when his hand brushed the spot Joker had shot her. She didn't pull away though, and neither did he. Her hands moved to his chest, kneading it like a satisfied cat would knead a pillow.
Sam's arms picked up the paralyzed girl and carefully removed her from her wheelchair, placing her on his lap. She broke away for a second, grinning, breathing deeply, their foreheads never breaking contact. She was back on him again. Sam's hands slipped to Barbara's butt, clutching it. The red-head moaned into his mouth, pressing her body mais firmly against his. Her hands had long since moved from his chest. They were now wrapped around the back of his head, entangled in his messy hair.
Sam's right hand moved to Barbara's lower back, again causing the girl to squirm. The other hand, his left one, entangled itself securely in Barbara's fiery locks. Her green eyes were full of lust and want. Sam needed this as much as she did.
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...
Alias: Ember
Age: 16
Power: witch who can control fogo and uses magic
Alliance: for right now I don't even care the line between villian and hero is basically non-existant so call her whatever you want
Appearance: long laranja hair (now tied up in either a ponytail or pigtails), brown eyes, 5 ft. 8"
Personality: Calm, hot-tempered, withdrawn, loner(ish), serious, loud, trust issues (I might have mentioned this before but her trust issues have gotten worse), friendly, brave, strong (I mean emotionally strong), courageous
History: the only thing that's changed is that her father killed her evil grandmother then her father was murdered.
Other: Scarlet iherited her mother's immortal hunter gun called "Fire Crossing", she has some expierience in martial arts, and she has a dog familiar named Cole