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DC: The Truth About GraysonDamian would have liked to say he'd known from the start, being the son of the world's greatest detective and all, but that wasn't the case.
"Damian?" Grayson's voice broke into his thoughts, "You gonna say anything?"
Most people wouldn't pick up on it, it was so subtle, barely there at all. But Damian wasn't most people he heard the ever so slight shake to Grayson's voice. The nervousness. The fear. After all this time, did he still think Damian would reject him?
"T.t. I already knew." Damian lied.
Grayson laughed. He threw his arm around Damian's shoulders in a way that Damian used to hate. Used to being the operative phrase. "What gave me away?"
"Your face." More feminine than most men's though Damian had never thought anything of it.
Grayson nodded, looking down at his brother with that loving smile.
"Your voice." Slightly higher than the average man's. Damian had assumed that it was just his personality, or maybe the fact Grayson was bisexual.
"Your eyes." Wide eyes, big and blue.
Arkham City Sirens: The Good Old Days"Red... Oh, Red..." the blonde harlequin wept before the small white flower that served as the grave marking of her fallen friend.
Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy to the world, but 'Pammy' or 'Red' to Harley Quinn - had sacrificed her life to reduce the effects of the fear toxins Scarecrow had attempted to spread across Gotham the previous night. Harley had been busy with her attempts to protect those that carried the Joker's blood from Batman. She had been held in confinement, sobbing over her failure, while her best friend in the whole world was dying because of what the Bat had wrought.
First he had taken Mistah J, then he had taken her hope for getting him back, and now he had taken her best friend. Was there even anything left for him to take? Her life, probably; not that it would matter. He could show up right now and beat her, choke her, shoot her, she didn't care. Her heart had been torn in two, and just when it had looked like it might be able to heal, the B
Ultimate Spiders - Chapter 6“YES! Finally!” Tony Stark exclaimed. He finally got rid of the Nyan cat virus. All the Avengers were sitting around in the lab.
“Finally is the right word, why did it take so long if that kid made it Stark?” Hawkeye retorted tending to one of his arrows with a bored look on his face. “The Genius must be losing his touch.”
Tony frowned at him. “Its because this is a homemade virus that was design to stick around for a long time.”
“It suits him. Annoying, loud and sticks around longer then it should!” Hawkeye remarked.
“Did it damage anything though?” Falcon asked looking through the computers databases.
“No, in fact nothing has been touched.” Tony sighed sitting down.
“Tell that to my ears.” The archer retorted. Black Widow walked past Hawkeye. She had a frown on her face. “What’s with you?”
“Aren’t we taking this ‘Nyan Virus’ a little too ligh
Ultimate Spiders - Chapter FivePeter ran on his way through the streets of New York City. He bypasses dog walkers, newspaper stands and buskers. He clumsily knocked some stuff over only to pick them up in a hurry. He was late again. The spider hero eventually made it to a café called The Silver Spoon. Mary-Jane and Harry were standing outside.
“Guys! I’m so sorry I’m late-”
“Actually you’re on time, I just told you to come at an earlier time so you would show up on time.” MJ interrupted smiling.
“Oh.” Peter seemed taken aback.
“Lets go inside.” Harry grinned. “I hear the food here is great.”
As the trio enters the café, a girl watches them. She follows them inside. Across the street Kid Arachnid, Agent Venom and Iron Spider watched Peter from above. They were acting as bodyguards today.
“Guys, I could of totally done this on my own.” Kid Arachnid complained.
“Miles, you haven’t slept in days. You have bags
BH6: It Was Tuesday (8)It had taken a while to explain to Tuesday exactly what they were doing and how they had come to be San Fransokyo’s resident superheroes and, all things considered, she had actually taken it quite well.
A week had passed since then and Hiro hadn’t received anymore unexpected texts. He had taken a look at the phone Gogo had managed to get off of Silent and confirmed that that had been the one to send the texts. Unfortunately whoever put that phone together, and it wasn’t a typical high street model, knew what they were doing. That was all Hiro had managed to figure out from the mobile.
He still wasn’t completely over what had happened, thinking that his brother was actually alive for a while stung, but that was why he was glad for his friends. They were there to support him and talk to him if he needed it. He smiled as he thought about what great friends they were and how he wouldn’t have even met them if it hadn’t been for his nerd of a brother.
BH6: It Was Tuesday (7)The team were out on patrol as the usually did, having long since given up on Hiro turning up on time and deciding to text him with their location when he finally showed up at their regular meeting point and realised they had left without him.
As there were fewer of them than usual they had decided to stick together tonight until Hiro could join them with Baymax and they were glad for it.
Gogo was speeding along between the buildings of the big city streets when she first heard it. It sounded like a series of small explosions and needless to say, it put her a little on edge. She gestured to the others to follow her and sped towards the source of the sound.
Focused on the noise as she was, it was only when she arrived that she realised where she had been heading towards. She stopped and barely noticed her pink bubblegum bubble pop as she stared up at the SFIT main building.
She was relieved to see that there wasn’t a fire as she had feared when she first heard the sounds of explos
Pain Itself 11.1 They're BackBerlin and Domo Feb 27, 2014
Willow woke me up, with her telepathy. I’m at the Berlin safehouse. She’s calling from Earth Unity. “Bob? Take a look into the sky to the north west.”
I got up, pulled on my shorts and went to the kitchen window. Nothing but night sky. Amber and Dante joined me, none of us saying anything.
After two minutes, there was a burst of light. Big and bright, looked to be the size of the moon. As it faded out, Willow announced, “Domo A’regato’s back.”
“The war is over?” Somebody always ask stupid questions. I have a natural talent.
“No, Domo came back for heavy maintenance and repair. Much easier without fighting all around. We’ve got new recruits for the Exiles, here on Earth. And , she brings my fresh new custom designed transhuman body. And my spouse’s.”
Amber squealed, jumping up and down. “Oh! Congratulations!”
“Munch muff for victory!”
Pain Itself 10.5 Mop up OperationMontana Feb 15 16 and 17 2014
We were cleaning things up in Montana for a couple days. The prototype All-Americans showed up, they freaked out from their new clones. Clones that were just as mind-fucked as the MJ12 MIBs. No idea what we’ll do with them; I didn’t volunteer to make them my problem.
The red headed Uber somehow managed to get away from Mike. Mike acted innocent. No surprise. Mike promised to follow her and find her. We need to break her free from Clegg’s mental control. And hook her up with our sisters, then introduce her to Mom and Dad.
Most of the mopping up was a routine mix of Feds and local cops running around and being pests. News reporters somehow found out something was going on in Washington and Montana. Those News reporters found out my clone bro Mike has powers and works undercover for the Feds. I acted innocent. If he’s going to work for SED then Gus can damn well put a badge on him. And wipe out any misunderstandi
Pain Itself 10.4 Beat Down BobMontana Feb 15 2014
The fight was fast, furious, and I am not at all sure we’re winning. Amber and I left my clone brother Mike fighting other Uber Clones. FX and her posse were in a helluva fight with one scary good Martial Art Master. Eidolon and an ancient psycho in a wheelchair were exchanging nasty thoughts. (The kind that kills). Our old allies in the Genepool are fighting for their lives, up to their neck in MIBS, Tanks, and Drones.
We were in Middle Of Nowhere, Montana, at a big game ranch. Hunting Men In Black. MJ12 or whatever they call themselves — I confess I do not care. A conspiracy inside the US Intelligent community. They’ve committed all manner of atrocities, allegedly in the name of national security. Including the original sin that created the Genepool. MJ12 sprayed down a Florida middle school with toxic mutagens. Trying to create a new army of super-humans. No excuse. I don’t like people killing kids and teachers. The super-
My plan for StrikeSo here is what I have planed for strike. I will TRY and post a new piece every other week. I only have Mondays and Tuesdays off so I am thinking I will post on Tuesday much like I did before. This is not a guarantee due to work. Working nights can be a little tiring at times. I know I have a lot of work ahead of me. I planned the store to put a lot of work ahead of me. I hope I can bring something that readers will find entertaining.
Update I've been quiet for a long time. Barely managing the group and not submitting anything for a while. I've been working through my own personal demons, and some family emergencies. My mother last summer required heart surgery and everything was financially on me for two whole months before she could return to work. Being an uncle to my niece and nephew and trying to steer them down the right path. One of them is a teenager so you can guess the difficulty there. It's not like I stopped working on my writing. I've just had to put it on the back burner while I sorted my family situations and myself out. I'm the oldest male in the family and I feel I have a responsibility to keep the family together and that can ware on you in many ways. You also add in the fact that there are deaths in the family from nearly a decade ago that I have not been able to properly mourn due to my responsibility as the eldest male in the family...
Certain things have changed in my
Thoughts, Questions and Opinions- (Heroes Legion)What are your thoughts on my "Heroes Legion: Year One" stories so far?
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I cannot help but askI've been on Deviant Art for a while now. I just recently started writing, and posting my work on the site. I check the views, and to see who has seen it that day and total. Who has put it on their favorites list and who leaves comments. The ONLY person who has ever commented on my work was my now ex girlfriend. I look at my friends who are on here and the people who write the same genre as I, and their stats are amazing. They post something new, and they get like 100 views within like 15 minutes. No joke either. My friends who I socialize with off the site. They even get better views and I have been writing longer. I have been constructing my story for over ten years. 11 years to be exact.
So I have to ask: Do I suck that bad? Is my ability to write a poem or write a story that poor?
I have done my best to keep my characters unique and to keep the material original. Am I not trying hard enough?
Some of the poems in my gallery, I wrote when I was in my teens. A
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