What Matters is the fifth book in the Red Revenge/DC Comics crossover series. It will be published January 5, 2013 on Fanfiction.net ONLY.
Scene 1:
"...what appears to have been an excellent night of crime-fighting for the hero Red Revenge. According to early police reports, over 300 criminals have been arrested tonight, all bloody and battered from a confrontation with Red Revenge. The Black Hero made his way from the reconstruction of Grant Tower to the Bronx. A five mile trip that appears to have been highly successful."
"But is Red Revenge breaking the law? Is he endangering the citizens of New York? Some groups and individuals are speaking out against New York's hero despite the significant drop in crime rate. Samuel Grant, new CEO of Grant Industries and partner to billionaire Bruce Wayne, had this to say:"
"I have no commento except to say that these vigilante attacks, yes attacks Mr. Dalmino, are acts of aggression, trespassing, and injustice to New York's citizens. What's to say Revenge isn't a criminal, using the front of a hero to take over the criminal underworld?"
"Damn straight!" the grizzly man said, holding up an empty birra bottle to the light of the television. He noticed the lack of liquid in the bottle and turned to look at the only fully lit area of the apartment: the kitchen.
"Melody! Bring me another!"
A timid, dirty, brunette girl stumbled into the room, carrying a birra bottle and a plate of chips. She handed them individually to her father. She tried to smooth out her short gonna her father made her wear.
Her father looked like a pig. In truth, he was Alexander Handsik, head of a major company in Seattle which had recently moved its headquarters to New York. He didn't shave, his pants sagged, and his ratty t-shirt didn't fit his stomach. He snatched the birra bottle from his daughter and took a long draught before spitting it all over her and smashing the bottle at her feet.
"You worthless piece of trash!" he said, voice rising with his body out of the chair. "You're as rotten as your mother! te know I like Cooler!"
"Sorry dad!" The girl exclaimed in fear, backing up. "I tried five different stores! They were all out!"
"You think te can make excuses?!" the man half-yelled. The walls were soundproof, songs had no worries anyone would hear him. "I ought to toss te through the indie and make te get some più right now!"
The man raised his hand to hit his daughter who screamed and ran for the door. She pushed it open. Her father grabbed her and she slipped, knocking a box of baseballs to the ground. One rolled out the door and hit someone's foot.
Grant quickly zipped up his motorcycle giacca and stood a little straighter, delivering a cold glare to Handsik. Handsik, quickly realizing the situation, acted like he was helping his daughter up and net her to "wash up". He closed the door and met Sam in the hallway.
"Silly girls, slipping on loose clothing." Handsik said, smiling at Grant.
"Oh that's what it was." Sam replied coldly. "I thought I had heard an attack and was coming to make sure te two were...okay." Grant narrowed his eyes at the last part.
"Perfectly fine." Handsik replied cheerfully. He noticed Sam's bloody face. "Though te can say the same."
"Getting mugged is just as low as beating up little girls." Sam said. "I'm glad we don't stoop that low, Mr. Handsik."
"Yes, yes." Handsik said. "You know my daughter's eighteen and itching to get out of the house."
"Can't imagine why." Sam pulled the baseball from the ground and slipped his thumb over it, secretly planting a bug. "Here's your ball back."
Scene 1:
"...what appears to have been an excellent night of crime-fighting for the hero Red Revenge. According to early police reports, over 300 criminals have been arrested tonight, all bloody and battered from a confrontation with Red Revenge. The Black Hero made his way from the reconstruction of Grant Tower to the Bronx. A five mile trip that appears to have been highly successful."
"But is Red Revenge breaking the law? Is he endangering the citizens of New York? Some groups and individuals are speaking out against New York's hero despite the significant drop in crime rate. Samuel Grant, new CEO of Grant Industries and partner to billionaire Bruce Wayne, had this to say:"
"I have no commento except to say that these vigilante attacks, yes attacks Mr. Dalmino, are acts of aggression, trespassing, and injustice to New York's citizens. What's to say Revenge isn't a criminal, using the front of a hero to take over the criminal underworld?"
"Damn straight!" the grizzly man said, holding up an empty birra bottle to the light of the television. He noticed the lack of liquid in the bottle and turned to look at the only fully lit area of the apartment: the kitchen.
"Melody! Bring me another!"
A timid, dirty, brunette girl stumbled into the room, carrying a birra bottle and a plate of chips. She handed them individually to her father. She tried to smooth out her short gonna her father made her wear.
Her father looked like a pig. In truth, he was Alexander Handsik, head of a major company in Seattle which had recently moved its headquarters to New York. He didn't shave, his pants sagged, and his ratty t-shirt didn't fit his stomach. He snatched the birra bottle from his daughter and took a long draught before spitting it all over her and smashing the bottle at her feet.
"You worthless piece of trash!" he said, voice rising with his body out of the chair. "You're as rotten as your mother! te know I like Cooler!"
"Sorry dad!" The girl exclaimed in fear, backing up. "I tried five different stores! They were all out!"
"You think te can make excuses?!" the man half-yelled. The walls were soundproof, songs had no worries anyone would hear him. "I ought to toss te through the indie and make te get some più right now!"
The man raised his hand to hit his daughter who screamed and ran for the door. She pushed it open. Her father grabbed her and she slipped, knocking a box of baseballs to the ground. One rolled out the door and hit someone's foot.
Grant quickly zipped up his motorcycle giacca and stood a little straighter, delivering a cold glare to Handsik. Handsik, quickly realizing the situation, acted like he was helping his daughter up and net her to "wash up". He closed the door and met Sam in the hallway.
"Silly girls, slipping on loose clothing." Handsik said, smiling at Grant.
"Oh that's what it was." Sam replied coldly. "I thought I had heard an attack and was coming to make sure te two were...okay." Grant narrowed his eyes at the last part.
"Perfectly fine." Handsik replied cheerfully. He noticed Sam's bloody face. "Though te can say the same."
"Getting mugged is just as low as beating up little girls." Sam said. "I'm glad we don't stoop that low, Mr. Handsik."
"Yes, yes." Handsik said. "You know my daughter's eighteen and itching to get out of the house."
"Can't imagine why." Sam pulled the baseball from the ground and slipped his thumb over it, secretly planting a bug. "Here's your ball back."
"Quite impressive." A voice whispered in Revenge's ear.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. te secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A furgone, van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the furgone, 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 successivo to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the furgone, van before driving off.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. te secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A furgone, van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the furgone, 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 successivo to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the furgone, van before driving off.
(WARNING: If te possess a brain te might be able to figure something out here.)
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
agrifoglio looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
agrifoglio looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
giorno unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
Erin Roy
