As it turns out por the time I did get to the lab my Dad/creator was way past the worried state, and mais into the ticked off, in rage what-the-heck-were-you-thinking and where-have-you-been-do you-realize-what-could-of-happened state.
Yeah, typical parents.
I tried to roll in unnoticed, you know, nothing’s wrong, haven’t got a care in the world.
The roll never works. As soon as I walk in its “Jozyl Marie Jocoti!”
“Hey Doc! What’s up?” I smile…
“What’s up? Do you care to explain this to me?”
Yep, he’s fuming now.
He presses a button and the giant computer screen shows a broadcast of the evening news.
“Tonight we discuss the bizarre appearances of four Justice League over the past six weeks, one of them just occurring earlier this evening.” (camera widens to show footage of the bank robbery attempt) “This bank robbery occurred at about 6:45 this evening at the Hometown Bank of D.C. As you can see a criminal runs out screaming “It’s Batman!” But all we can see are the shadows of the alley. Police have searched the scene finding no evidence of the Dark Knight, just a stolen armored truck and the rest of the criminal’s troupe.
The thieves describe it as a ‘Shadowed profile’ they were unable to see a face or even hear a voice. ‘It was him’ they claim they even saw his notorious ‘Batarangs’ but police have still found no evidence.
Some say that this is vigilante justice being acted out por ordinary ego-centric citizens. Police say that it has happened before but never has it left such an impression on the criminals themselves. So good it could have been the real deal. This is not the only act of strange justice; in fact it’s the fourth one to happen in a time period of six weeks. Superman, the Flash, and Martian Manhunter have all been doing this vigilante acts in D.C. All of them having similar account with the criminal, ‘A shadowed profile, not being able to see a face or hear a voice’ The league has issued no formal statement on the issue whatsoever.
perguntas have-“
Doc tuned it out before the newscaster had a chance to rato me out some more.
“Jozyl, we need to talk.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“In my office, now”
“Yeah…”
We went into the back office, one o f the few places my Dad/creator, (well let’s just call him Doc that’s I mean he is ‘Dr. Jacob Jocoti certified PhD ‘ it’s what I call him and it’s a long story we’ll get to it later) has made sure of that Cadmus hasn’t bugged.
“Jozyl! What in the world have you been doing?”
“I… well… I... um…” I stuttered. I know it's great way to start off.
“This is the fourth superhero in six weeks! Six weeks! Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if you would have been caught por the police? Or even worse the League! They could have detained you, questioned you! You’re powers could’ve been exposed! You-“
“Doc! Doc!” I interrupted “Look I know that bad things could have happened, but they didn’t. What do you expect me to do? Sit around helpless half blind in a wheelchair while people could be getting hurt?!”
He sighed and put his hand on my shoulder so reassuring “Jozyl, it’s not your job to protect the world. You’re only a couple months old, and your powers… they’re not fully developed. If you start abusing them, then…” He trailed off, and then looked down at my hopelessly paralyzed legs.
“Then what?” I asked.
“Jozyl your powers started out as an experiment as were you. But I soon realized that I couldn’t do this. Marie Ann, she knew it was wrong from the start” He turned to a picture on his escrivaninha, mesa of the now deceased woman who gave some of her DNA to create me.
“My… Mother?”
“I tried to stop it but your powers stayed and you lost your legs. I was too late to save you and Marie Ann. I’m… sorry.”
I kinda felt bad at that point. I mean my ‘Mom’ is a touchy subject. “Doc…I… Look I’m not gonna make any promises but I’ll try and stay out of… trouble, if I can.”
He took his hand off my shoulder. “Thanks Jozyl, please really try.” He left the office and I watched him go...
I was so stupid.
I should have promised.
Promises are a lot harder to break than just saying ‘you’ll try’
I can be such a huge idiot sometimes.
Yeah, typical parents.
I tried to roll in unnoticed, you know, nothing’s wrong, haven’t got a care in the world.
The roll never works. As soon as I walk in its “Jozyl Marie Jocoti!”
“Hey Doc! What’s up?” I smile…
“What’s up? Do you care to explain this to me?”
Yep, he’s fuming now.
He presses a button and the giant computer screen shows a broadcast of the evening news.
“Tonight we discuss the bizarre appearances of four Justice League over the past six weeks, one of them just occurring earlier this evening.” (camera widens to show footage of the bank robbery attempt) “This bank robbery occurred at about 6:45 this evening at the Hometown Bank of D.C. As you can see a criminal runs out screaming “It’s Batman!” But all we can see are the shadows of the alley. Police have searched the scene finding no evidence of the Dark Knight, just a stolen armored truck and the rest of the criminal’s troupe.
The thieves describe it as a ‘Shadowed profile’ they were unable to see a face or even hear a voice. ‘It was him’ they claim they even saw his notorious ‘Batarangs’ but police have still found no evidence.
Some say that this is vigilante justice being acted out por ordinary ego-centric citizens. Police say that it has happened before but never has it left such an impression on the criminals themselves. So good it could have been the real deal. This is not the only act of strange justice; in fact it’s the fourth one to happen in a time period of six weeks. Superman, the Flash, and Martian Manhunter have all been doing this vigilante acts in D.C. All of them having similar account with the criminal, ‘A shadowed profile, not being able to see a face or hear a voice’ The league has issued no formal statement on the issue whatsoever.
perguntas have-“
Doc tuned it out before the newscaster had a chance to rato me out some more.
“Jozyl, we need to talk.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“In my office, now”
“Yeah…”
We went into the back office, one o f the few places my Dad/creator, (well let’s just call him Doc that’s I mean he is ‘Dr. Jacob Jocoti certified PhD ‘ it’s what I call him and it’s a long story we’ll get to it later) has made sure of that Cadmus hasn’t bugged.
“Jozyl! What in the world have you been doing?”
“I… well… I... um…” I stuttered. I know it's great way to start off.
“This is the fourth superhero in six weeks! Six weeks! Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if you would have been caught por the police? Or even worse the League! They could have detained you, questioned you! You’re powers could’ve been exposed! You-“
“Doc! Doc!” I interrupted “Look I know that bad things could have happened, but they didn’t. What do you expect me to do? Sit around helpless half blind in a wheelchair while people could be getting hurt?!”
He sighed and put his hand on my shoulder so reassuring “Jozyl, it’s not your job to protect the world. You’re only a couple months old, and your powers… they’re not fully developed. If you start abusing them, then…” He trailed off, and then looked down at my hopelessly paralyzed legs.
“Then what?” I asked.
“Jozyl your powers started out as an experiment as were you. But I soon realized that I couldn’t do this. Marie Ann, she knew it was wrong from the start” He turned to a picture on his escrivaninha, mesa of the now deceased woman who gave some of her DNA to create me.
“My… Mother?”
“I tried to stop it but your powers stayed and you lost your legs. I was too late to save you and Marie Ann. I’m… sorry.”
I kinda felt bad at that point. I mean my ‘Mom’ is a touchy subject. “Doc…I… Look I’m not gonna make any promises but I’ll try and stay out of… trouble, if I can.”
He took his hand off my shoulder. “Thanks Jozyl, please really try.” He left the office and I watched him go...
I was so stupid.
I should have promised.
Promises are a lot harder to break than just saying ‘you’ll try’
I can be such a huge idiot sometimes.
Name: Dallas Union "Dally"
Alias: Seraphs
Occupation: Villain, sidekick to Riddler
Age: 16
Looks; 6'4 white hair, purple eyes, 105 pounds, muscular, white wings with black spots, and a scar that covers his right eye.
Personality: Smart Alec, show off, hates human life (also a major hate for Fang) loves to kill, doesn't believe in segundo chances.
Weapons: Carries two swords
Powers: Flight (wings) psychic (uses this ability to win in fights)
Past: Created in the School as a weapon to destroy all human life, Dallas set out to fulfill his destiny, killing anyone in his way. Battling Fang several times and loosing Dallas is out for Fangs blood, coming back faster and stronger. And he's ready to end Fang once and for all.
Alias: Seraphs
Occupation: Villain, sidekick to Riddler
Age: 16
Looks; 6'4 white hair, purple eyes, 105 pounds, muscular, white wings with black spots, and a scar that covers his right eye.
Personality: Smart Alec, show off, hates human life (also a major hate for Fang) loves to kill, doesn't believe in segundo chances.
Weapons: Carries two swords
Powers: Flight (wings) psychic (uses this ability to win in fights)
Past: Created in the School as a weapon to destroy all human life, Dallas set out to fulfill his destiny, killing anyone in his way. Battling Fang several times and loosing Dallas is out for Fangs blood, coming back faster and stronger. And he's ready to end Fang once and for all.
A little head stron,
I was bitter,
I always wondered what was wrong with me,
Chorus:
It will always be like this forever.
Forever and ever with-a no lover,
I guess we could say i just wasnt made to love!
Forever an' ever,
I just wasnt made to love!
(end of chorus)
I never fell in love,
Just crushes along the years,
I aint scared of much,
But i gues amor is something i'm scared of,I fear!
Everybodys asked if i've ever been in love,
Buts amor just wasnt meant for me.
Can't you tell,
WHy dont you see?
Chorus
Everbody tells me i'm lying,
Bu I know the truth,
I dont need no slueth to tell me,
Why doesnt anyone believe?
Chorus
amor want meant for me!
Chorus
I was bitter,
I always wondered what was wrong with me,
Chorus:
It will always be like this forever.
Forever and ever with-a no lover,
I guess we could say i just wasnt made to love!
Forever an' ever,
I just wasnt made to love!
(end of chorus)
I never fell in love,
Just crushes along the years,
I aint scared of much,
But i gues amor is something i'm scared of,I fear!
Everybodys asked if i've ever been in love,
Buts amor just wasnt meant for me.
Can't you tell,
WHy dont you see?
Chorus
Everbody tells me i'm lying,
Bu I know the truth,
I dont need no slueth to tell me,
Why doesnt anyone believe?
Chorus
amor want meant for me!
Chorus
name:drake
age:14
code name:blaze
powers:dragon wings,breaths black fire,has a dragon tail,has two hand armas called crusaders,can shift(can shift throw objects),has unnatural strength
personalty:funny,cool,shy,will stand for what is right,will fight for friends,when in fight can change into blood lust form will feed on souls and blood
looks:most in pic,black tail,black cloves,purple eyes,blond heir,scar on chest and one on lower back,in blood lust form gets red & spikes
history:comes from the void its like hell but your not dead and its mais painful. you grow up fast or you die. came to real world at 13 to have a better life. but soon became blaze.helped the team lots of times but denied joining cause don't want to let someone get hart por him if he loses control wile in blood lust form