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Opinion by BloodyMascara_ posted over a year ago
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The Face.

Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.

Not many people even know the real me.

They know me as the happy, always smiling self.

They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.

My friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,

I'm ready to scream or cry.

It's hard.

Only one person, including me, knows my real self.

If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.

They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.

Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Fan fiction by XxKFforeverXx posted over a year ago
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Set in 5 years from now.. In case you were wondering, Fang does cadastrar-se the military..Not sure that will settle well with Devin...

Brendan sat on a couch, staring at a wall. He looked over his shoulder as his phone started to ring and vibrate. 
"What now?" Getting up, he picked up the car keys hesitating to answer the call. Brendan shoved the phone in his pocket and swung open the door to exit the house to find a general standing there.
"Glad your início Adams. Your needed at this address." The General shoved a piece of paper in Brendan's hand and left. Brendan sighed and closed the door behind him leaving.

Brendan pulled up to the house surrounded por cop cars and a SWAT truck. Brendan turned the car off and got out. 
"Why, in God's name am I at this place?" A cop walked up to him, 
"Soldier, your needed as a SWAT member."
"Why? Don't you have enough as it is?
"No, we're spread out a little thin at this time Soldier" 
Opinion by BloodyMascara_ posted over a year ago
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The Broken Butterfly

Dark. Sick. Twsted. Name it whatever. I just had it on my mind.

Let’s go to sleep; Close our eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn.
We know the pain that theyve indured.

Silver metal, shine so bright.
Scarlet blood bath feels so right. .
Dream of blood tickling down,
And wake up just before we drown.

The moonlight’s shining off our tears,
As we bleed out our own worst fears.
So tonight we start to cry,
And sing the Cutter’s lullaby…

Hushabye, baby, you’re almost dead.
You have no pulse and your travesseiro is red.
You’re family hates you and your friends let you bleed,
Sleep tight with a faca because that’s all you need.

Rockabye baby, broken and scarred,
You didn’t know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain that you hid so well,
And down will come baby, straight back to hell.
Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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The clang of forks and knives was the only sound to fill the silence. The four of them sat together, eating a normal dinner. Like a family.
The hot-head, blind telepath, winged girl, and energy manipulator. All under the age of 18. The most normal family you could think of.
None of them pretended the fifth place was supposed to be empty. Their knife-wielder, ex-thief and ex-conn. Youngest. Smartest. The first to grow out of the squad. Of the Double Helex.
Each teenager glanced at the empty assento multiple times. But neither had the insensibility to say anything, to call each other out. Not until the coldest, the one containing the most heat, spoke up.
"How come you never asked Aryess out?" Nic asked, looking directly at the youngest of the present four.
Emily and Jasper exchanged glances as Alek choked on his soda. Nic kept a straight face, even as the choking subsided to a cough.
"Why would you ask that?" Alek asked. He took another sip of ginger-ale to clear his throat.
Fan fiction by The_Writer posted over a year ago
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Static Shock Test


"Sharon! For the last time, I am not eating yo' egg smoothies!"

"Son, eat your breakfast."

"Breakfast?! You call this breakfast?" the teen asked, indicating his plate. "I call it a smoothie! And Sharon should've added strawberries! And a glass."

"You know that is exactly how momma used to cook them!"

"Strange. I don't remember having to eat her's with a spoon!"

"Son, just eat. The school bus'll be here any minute."

"Yes, pops." the boy said dejectedly.

The strife over breakfast between Sharon and Virgil Hawkins was not uncommon in the Hawkins household. The fifteen ano old African-American constantly rejected his seventeen ano old sister's food. His complaint was it wasn't "how momma cooked it".

After eating his eggs, and making a point to slurp loudly as he did, the teen stumbled up the stairs to grab his backpack and finish cleaning up. Virgil walked into the bathroom and ran a hand through his dreadlocks. He tried shaking them up, but that made it look like he slept on them funny, so he gave it...
Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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She moved her wrists around, concentrating. Her head hung, but her mind was focused. Her companion was staring at the crystallized figure.
“I can't believe that happened.”
She said nothing.
“Devin...she's gone, Bec.”
She shut her eyes.
“How could we not help her?”
“We did, Erin.”
“How? We LET her get turned to crystal!!! Fang's going to kill us if we get out of here!”
“Not necessarily. While her body is stuck, her astrial form is free.”
Becca laughed a little.
“Let's just say the calvary is coming.”
It was silent before Erin let out a laugh.
“Oh jeez! Them? Seriously? Bec, we're so screwed.”
The two laughed.
“They are definitely...eccentric. But we need them.”
“As long as we live, I'll amor them.”
Becca felt metal with her hands and her eyes glowed white.
“Shut your eyes.”
Erin did as told and Becca released the energy. The chains fell off, hot to the touch.
“Damn Bec. You're awesome!”
Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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Leah-human form
Sorry but these two are important.

Name: Leah and Rachel
Alias: None
Occupation: Angels, guardians, saviors, warriors,
Powers: Flight, skilled fighters, swords, enhanced sense of smell, hearing, and vision. Leah controls earth and air while Rachel controls fogo and water. Leah can also tell when someone is lying; Rachel can control minds and read them. They can also slip into “stealth mode” which makes them completely invisible to all senses. Only someone of higher rank than them can see them.
History: Leah and Rachel are sisters. They died when they were babies, becoming angels. They were trained in their newly-given powers and to be strong warriors. They have been training since an early age and are loyal to their master/mistress. Not much else is known about them.
Notes: Leah is the mais serious of the two. She prefers to keep to her sister, her sharp mind always ready for another task. Leah is also the quieter one. She tends to observe mais than interact. Rachel is mais talkative than her sister and mais animated. Her mind is always working even if her mouth isn't. Leah is more...
Opinion by Obscurity98 posted over a year ago
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Skylar leaned on the mesa, tabela in the kitchen, “why don’t we just go over there and finish them off? I mean, if we know we’re close, we just take mais people with us.” Twan nodded, “I agree, besides,” he formed his arm into his gun, “It’d be pretty fun, revenge.”
Nightwing glared at him, “Its not about revenge.” Harley sat on the counter, “He’s right, its not a bout revenge. Its about vengeance, and making sure they stay the hell out my life…”
Nightwing openly stared at her in surprise, “ooookay, then.”
Harley scoffs, and jumps of the table, her leg crumbled under her, but she kept her balance. Silver narrowed her eyes at her, in a stance of warning. Harley returned the look with her own attitude and instead of walking, flew to Skylar’s room.
3 Days Later:
Harley swung on the rings in the first corner of the training room, using one hand she swung from one ring to another. Flipped in the air holding the ring. Her feet straight in the air. And then went down, swinging up again and jumping off, landing some how, in a quiet crouch. Skylar clapped from the door way, “Proving your all better now?”...
Fan fiction by InfinityYJ posted over a year ago
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A/N: I AM SO SORRY! I've just been lazy. Sorry if this chapter sucks, I didn't really feel like composição literária the fight scene, which could be a problem because this whole freakin' fiction is a giant battle. *bangs head on desk* ARGH! Well, tell me what you think.

”Because now you get to die again.”
Fin growled furiously as Blade charged her again with her combat knife. This battle wasn’t getting any better, considering it’d been an hora and no one had made any progress. They’d started with hand-to-hand, Fin dodging her every move. She’d been forced into a defensive, considering how it was two against one, and it only got worse with Cain being called in. Now it was three against her, and she was slowly losing.
At the very last second, Fin launched herself into a backflip, grabbing onto a nearby window ledge to steady herself on the wall. She smirked at Blade who ran into the mural por accident, surprised at the younger girl’s quickness. She realized with a sudden jolt that Cain was about to throw, receiving a quick leitura from the older girl. She leapt from the windowsill onto the ground as a large amount of knives suddenly implanted...
Opinion by MercyYJ posted over a year ago
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**Anything like (this) means it is a translation of what was just said, and anything in italics is a letter, and anything that isunderlined and italicized is the lyrics because THIS IS MY FIRST EVER SONG FIC!! Just a quickie one-shot of how Mercy feels! :) Enjoy! ** You also might want to scroll to the bottom of the artigo to get the link to the background music, if you want!

There's a faraway land so the stories all tell.Somewhere beyond the horizon,

"Ek weet nie meer nie, Nala!Ek het regtig nie ..." (I don't know anymore,Nala! I really don't...) She sighed and fumbled around again with her memory box, still carefully trying to balance my cell phone between her shoulder and her ear. "Dinge het so afdraande gegaan sedert jy laas hier was!Die mantel het byna doodgemaak Jake!Ons het jou nodig!" (Things have gone so downhill since you were last here! The capa almost killed Jake! We need you!) Mercy groaned and ran her hand through her recently combed hair. "Ek bel jou terug môre, Nala. Totsiens vir nou." (I'll call you back tomorrow, Nala. Goodbye for now.) She sighed and hung up the phone,...
Guide by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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First off, this has absolutely nothing to do with murdering people. That's just what it's called.

The assassination challenge came from a game kids play in school (usually high-school) that is complicated to explain, so I won't try. But, I will explain this version- the "writer's version".

One person starts off as the "assassin". That person chooses a picture and 2-5 OCs. Then she chooses another person to "assassinate"- meaning they send the pic and chosen OCs for their target to write a one-shot on. When the target finishes, they post the one-shot and become the assassin por choosing a pic, a new set of OCs, and a new target. The game goes on and on until everyone has been assassinated.

Rules of the game:

1) If you are assassinated, you HAVE to accept the challenge, no complaints unless you declare immunity before you are chosen. To do that just post a comment below saying so.

2) I don't think we have anyone that would even think about going against this rule, but just in case: No inappropriate pics (like, a pic of a stripper or something).
Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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Hello friends/readers. What you are about to read may shock some of you. All rights for Sam aka Red Revenge belong to The_Writer and always will. This is a collab interview.

Alright. Just so you know, Becca's answers/statements/objections will be in italics and Sam's will be in bold. Anything in astrics (* *) will be actions. Now for the interview. First pergunta is for Sam. Why are you so persistent?
Persistent? Who ever said-
Too big a word for Sammy's brain.
Shut up Becky!
seguinte question! Sam, how do you think people would describe your mild-mannered alter ego? do you think people describe Samuel Grant?
I don't think. I know.
Well then how would they describe Samuel Grant?
Handsome, sensitive, brave-
*Both look at Becca who is laughing hysterically*
That's NOT what I've heard at all!
So Becca, how do people describe Sam Grant?
Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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The sound of a loud crash brought her from her sleep. She looked around, her senses on the alert. Nothing else sounded. She slipped out of her cama and crept to the door. She opened it and rolled her eyes.
“Were you guys playing football in the base AGAIN?” she asked Zeth and Trevor.
The two boys looked at her and smiled.
“Zero will have your heads.”
“Watch out Kitty Cat. Glass on the floor.”
“I saw it Zeth! I'm not stupid!”
Cat walked closer but Trevor stopped her.
“You aren't wearing shoes. I don't want you getting hurt.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Please. I've been buried under rock before. Glass is nothing.”
“Sorry Cat.”
“But I just-”
Cat screeched as Trevor picked her up and carried her to the other side of the hallway. When he put her down, she slapped him.
“Don't try that again! That goes double for you Zeth!”
She stormed off and the two friends looked at each other.
“Alright! So Cat will be out of the house all day. Now what?” Zeth asked.
Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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Oh yeah! My creativity strikes again!!!!

The sound of a gun and breaking glass pierced through the night. The sounds of a struggle were clear for anyone close by. Meaning only two. He stumbled backwards, taken back por the blow. It didn't last long. He kicked, punched, dodged, did all in his power to keep the other one down. His cape shadowed his every move. He was a figure in black, manipulating every thing with his tactical brain. He threw the other one against a wall, watching as he fell and knocked over a few trashcans. He was breathing heavily but prepared for an attack. Nothing. He laughed manically and tied up his victim.
“Too bad. I was looking for a better fight.”
He threw the unconcious criminal into the light of a rua lamp and headed on his way. As he passed por a side alley, he heard a small noise. He looked around, listening. Someone was crying. He started towards the sound with caution, realizing the possibility of a trap. His eyes adjusted mais and he saw it.
Fan fiction by rachele_X posted over a year ago
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Okay so I know what you're all thinking: Oh great. mais OCs. Just what we need. But these guys aren't gonna roleplay or anything. I'm just posting their bios for an artigo series that I'm gonna write after Broken Wings. You know that story Coming Out I wrote, that I only got to the prologue? Well I'm transforming that into something else, and making Caitlyn, Reese, and Constance have a whole mini-team called Outcasts. Here are the bios for the new members (I'm not posting the others aka Caitlyn, Reese, and Constance because you already know them).

Name: Dawn Baker
Alias: Obsidian
Age: 16
Occupation: Hero
Affiliations: Outcasts
Appearance: About 5’4”, average build, long dark hair that partly covers her face, dark eyes, she is half Asian.
Clothes: leather jacket, dark clothes (but not goth), dark jeans, boots or flats
Costume: Navy blue ninja-type outfit, domino mask
Personality: Dawn is extremely quiet, and she rarely talks. When she does talk, she is often sarcastic, although she is not rude, and can be sensitive and caring. She is determined and doesn’t like attention to be focused on herself....
Fan fiction by InfinityYJ posted over a year ago
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So what if I'm late?! SCREW YOU!!!
I'm sorry, I didn't mean that...
Tell me in the comments who you would rather have roleplaying on here. Because I will roleplay as one of these three.
I'd prefer one of the girls... :3
but it's you choice!

Name: Carrie Hudnall
Alias: Endgame
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Occupation: Meta-Human Hero
Appearance: tan skin, dark brown eyes, short, pixie-cut black hair, thin, average height
Abilities/Powers: can see how someone dies and when they die, sees through hearing (which is superhuman), hand-to-hand and katanas
Personality: a little clueless and dumb, not to mention shy, but has the hyperactivity that most firecasters have.
Costume: black bodysuit, gloves and combat boots, black ribbon that covers her eyes completely (no eye holes, nothing) and trails behind her
Civvies: yellow/white espaguete strap summer dress that reaches her knees, white sandals, and tinted white sunglasses
Guide by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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Saber Tooth
These three are all members of the Pack (Dunno what that is? I'm getting to it...). They are the only three (at the moment) that I'll be doing for this artigo (I say this cuz I do know there are three not on here that are in the articles. First person to guess why, gets a shiny prop!) They for Before the After purposes only! No accounts, no using in other artigos for you peeps. I'll stop being bossy and make the bios now.

Hero name: Saber Tooth

Alter Ego: Marquez Alto

Gender: Female

Age (BtA time line): 12 years

Physical Description: 5', long brown hair, brown eyes

Race: Human/ Meta, cocasian

Family: Samuel Alto- father

Personality: sarcastic, a total daddy's girl, sassy, has a quick temper, a bit bossy, stubborn

Mutation: super senses (hearing, sight, taste, smell, & feel)

Weapon of Choice: handgun

History: lived in south Georgia (speaks with a slight southern accent) until her parents divorced. Moved to Gotham with her father. Was recruited into the Pack as an initiate and Sam became head superior (basically the big boss man...
Guide by The_Writer posted over a year ago
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The fanpop Emmys!!!

Okay, here's how this is going to work. This will be a public contest open to anyone. You enviar a piece of your work (depending on which category) and the public will read and vote on it. All the votes will be sent to two moderators (The_Writer and _______). They will tally the votes and announce the winners of each category at a pre-determined release date.


As of right now, we need:

1 mais moderator (If you agree to this, you will be unable to enter any category. All you do is tally votes and publicar works (anonymously) enviado por the contestants)

People willing to enter, read ALL entries, and vote HONESTLY. Don't pick your friends. Don't not pick your friends if you honestly think their work is the best on fear we'll reject you. We need solid proof to reject you from the competition.


Fan fiction by Obscurity98 posted over a year ago
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Name: James Rush

Alias: Rush

Status: Ally

Relationship to team: Wolf's brother

Powers: Shift into human and lobo form. Hand to hand combat, superspeed in lobo form, faster than an average human in human form but not superspeed. Stronger than an average lobo and human.

After lobo left with YJ, he left behind a twin brother, Who was captured por the gorilla Mallah. Mallah hooked him up to a machine that would read his thoughts. While being hooked to that, a power surge occurred, and the lobo used this time to escape. But due to the power surge, Rush got the ability to switch from lobo form to a human body. And gained super speed in his lobo form. As a human he learned English, and hand to hand combat. He traveled until he finally reunited with lobo at YJ.
Article by Gunfire posted over a year ago
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name: Red Hammer
Alias: Joey Haren
age: 17
Waponds: an hole arsanal of armas explosifes and rokets
powers: his cyborg body gives him super human strengt, eys implats thad can scan anything and see trouw wals, his body gives him a hy resistance to gunshots, expolsives, and other wapons
personalaty: agresive, always defends his friends, lolay, only takes oreds frome gunfire and folwos them to the letter.

hitory: Joes was just a normal streed tug who one dia was stupid anof to robe, veste, roupão gunfire, who saw his potantal, after thad they became close friend and works togeter as partners in crime, one robery went wrong and the explosifs hurt joey badly and rederd his body usesle, so gunfire construkded a mecanical body fore his friend, afer thad they kept in contakt and gunfire intrudused him to the team.

ralation to team: Friend and comrade of gunfire.
Note: Red hammers arms transform in his wapons, exept frome the rokets thad come out of his back.
Fan fiction by BloodyMascara_ posted over a year ago
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At the Cave....

"Ima beat you!" The scarlet speedster himself chalenged
"Over my dead body..." Robin replied.
They moved their fingers ever so fast. The TV screen seemed to suck them into a diffrent world. M'ggan stepped infront of the TV, hands on her hips.
"MOVESIES!" Wally shouted.
"This TV is going to suck out your brain." M'ggan replied.
"IM ABOUT TO WIN M'GGAN!" Robin shouted at her. She stepped out of the way, only to unplug the TV. Their jaw dropped. Wally even dropped the gamer remote.
"Y-you just.....W-we were so close." Wally whined.
"See. I stopped it before it could spread to Robin." M'ggan teased.
"Whats that supposed to mean?!" Wally asked.
"It means it already got to your brain. Sorry." M'ggan answered.
"Im not infected!" Robin said, doing a small awkward dance. M'ggan smiled watching Robin's awkward behaviour.

In the forest.....

Skylar was training some pups. They surounded him. Yet he jummped up into a tree. The tried to jump after him. Yet they were not yet strong enough. He smiled.
Guide by BloodyMascara_ posted over a year ago
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Name: Melissa Wellings

Hero name: Coaxoch

Hair: Black.

Eyes: Hypnotic green.

Relation to the Team: ((*Snikers* R_L and KFF are going to kill me...)) Devin and Fangs child from the future. ((SHHH!!!! They dont know it yet....))

Powers: When hugged por the opposite sex or under to much stress, transforms into a small dragon(Willingly or unwillingly. SO I EXPECT ONE OF YOU GUYS TO TRIP ONTO HER!), (When dragon) Flight, (Human) levitation(Self and other objects/people).

Skills: Black cinto, correia in martial arts, Cooking, pick pocket.

Personality: Never gives up, (OVERLY)protective of friends, never backs down from a chalenge(sometimes gets her hurt), always tries to keep a smile on her face, puts others in first priority, is very generous and hates to take from friends.

(Funny/Weird/Gross)Quirks: IF hugged por the opposite sex often morphs back into human form naked. Time of morph varies from what type/length of hug.
Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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Time line- some point in the past. I'll let you figure out exactly when ;)

How could you still be yourself when you look nothing like... You?
If the person looking at you in the mirror doesn't look like anyone you could put a name to, then who is it?
What if you don't know what you're supposed to look like?
I'm too young for an identity crisis, Mutt thought to himself as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
His blue eyes were the same deep sapphires he had been born with, but they didn't seem.. young enough to belong on the face of an eleven ano old. The dark, shaggy hair that hung in his face, still wet from the hot spray of the shower, was the same as it had always been, but it just.. wasn't right.
The only new addition to his appearance from the night before, when last he caught a glimpse of his reflection, was the white bandage that wrapped around his forearm, covering the stitched wound that he had received.
Mutt rotated his arm, inspecting the tight bandage. He clenched his hand into a fist, flexing his arm. He winced as the stitches pulled on the cut.
Fan fiction by -BelovedRobin posted over a year ago
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A/N: This is the only chapter I’m composição literária in 1st P.O.V. also this is the first time composição literária in this P.O.V. so ‘cuse me while I cry in the corner. Also in this chapter, there are slash (male/male) themes and loads of profanity. Lies, but he does curse every now and then. por the way, please let me know how well or badly I did on my first attempt! Thank you and enjoy Kol’s worst (?) night ever, Sugarcube~

It was a quarter passed 6 and like time, this situation was seriously ticking itself right into the this-is-fucking-awkward-and-I-just-want-this-to-end box. Naturally, it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I’m sitting in on some velvet red Grecian sofá in a dusty Victorian rip-off office alone with this guy, who’s nearly naked por the way, passed out and sleeping on topo, início of me like we’re spooning or some crap. Have I mentioned that he was in his black (oh god, I can’t believe I know this) boxer-briefs? Certainty, none of that has anything to do with it. Okay, I’m a lying this has everything to do with this and I am freaking the fuck out. Please forgive me. Also, pardon...
Fan fiction by Obscurity98 posted over a year ago
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At LexCorp.: Batgirl sat silently in the vent, no movement was heard, and found it seguro to come down. She slipped out of the vent, onto her feet, and then closed the vent back up. She stood up walking backward, facing the corner turn in the wall, to make sure no one was following her. Batgirl turned around, and her face went right into a well created bosom. Batgirl stepped back with a gasp. There stood Lex Luthor’s Amazonian, literally mechanically armed assistant, Mercy.
“looks what we have here…” she started and then attacked Batgirl. Swinging her leg out to whack Batgirl in the head, Batgirl back flipped away, as Mercy came closer. Clapping Mercy in the head, Batgirl used to make the diversion. Stumbling back, Mercy locked in her Mechanical Arm, and shot, at Batgirl. Batgirl dodged both shots and threw a boomerang in her direction. It caught Mercy on the arm. Mercy laughed, “That was supposed to hurt me?” Batgirl smiled, “Who said anything about hurt?” And slipped on a customized gas mask. Mercy only gasped, as suddenly gas began to surround her. Coughing and tearing up, Mercy slunk to the floor in a defeated position.