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posted by Red-Revenge
Traitor

El Paso, Texas

June 3, 12:00 CDT

"Alpha Squad! Move!"

Nightwing leaped at the soldiers somehow dodging all of the lasers that came at him and hitting them. Blue Beetle leaped into the air and fired his plasma cannon, wide dispersal, and knocked almost all of the soldiers into bushes o the upstairs window of a house.

Wondergirl was on the front lines along with Liam, Batgirl, and Nightwing. The four were taking out bad guys left and right. Cassie could see frustration growing on Vandall Savage's face as he watched his troopers get destroyed.

"Cassie!" Beetle yelled. Cassie turned around and put her wrists in a defensive position over her face. The dart fell to the ground and Deathstroke frowned, sliding his mask back down over his face.

"Batgirl! With me!" Nightwing yelled, charging at Vandall Savage, completely ignoring any troopers who didn't get in his way. Nightwing leaped at the large villain who merely swatted him aside. Batgirl managed to get some batarangs in at Savage, but she too was thrown to the side.

Wondergirl leaped into the air, blocking darts and daggers from Deathstroke. When the Team had been ambushed, she hadn't had time to pull her felpa off.

"Look out!" Liam yelled, leaping into the air to try and catch a dagger heading towards Cassie from the side. He under-calculated his jump and fell to the ground, not moving.

"LIAM!"

Mount Justice

June 5, 9:31 EST

Cassie stayed behind in the grotto as the rest of the Team departed. Beetle and Robin gave her a sympathetic face, but she merely looked at the hologram of Liam before sighing.

Cassie jumped as a hand landed on her shoulder. She spun around to find Samuel Grant standing there.

"You." Cassie growled.

"Cassie, I'm—"

"Don't te dare say you're sorry!" Cassie yelled. "You're the reason he's dead!"

Revenge stood there and took the brunt of Cassie's blow. He listened as Cassie continued to yell at him.

"You had the chance to stop Ravager! te had the chance to stop his killer! Once and for all!"

"Heroes don't kill." Red Revenge said.

"But you're not a hero." Cassie detto in a cold tone Revenge had never heard from the girl before. "You've detto countless times you're a vigilante. Vigilantes. Kill. Bad. Guys."

"I have my reasons." Revenge said.

Cassie yelled and punched Revenge in the chest, knocking him back into the wall. Revenge grunted and stood up, clutching his ribs. "Cassie, I really am sorry—"

"LIAR!"

Revenge ducked as Cassie's fist carved a hole in the wall. She grabbed him da the collare and rammed him into the wall. She reached back to punch, punzone him again and Revenge spoke up.

"Suit, Activate tazer charge."

Cassie yelled and flew off the Black Hero. Sam stood up wearily and undid his giacca revealing his chest plate. He slid his mask on his face and looked up at the staggering and smoking blonde.

"Bring it."

Cassie yelled and leaped at Revenge. Revenge dodged to the side of the flying teen and threw daggers at her. They exploded and Cassie yelled in pain. She growled and leaped at Revenge again, tackling him to the floor and sitting on his stomach, punching him again and again.

"I left my chicken whizzies. Bart will steal them again if I don't get—Que Pasa?! Chica! Get off!"

Beetle and Robin ran down, trying to separate Cassie and Sam. Revenge's chest plate was totally ruined, cracked, and his face was bleeding badly.

"What the heck happened?" Robin demanded, picking up Cassie.

"I tried to apologize and she assaulted me!"

"Your apology is worth nothing!" Cassie growled, almost animal-like. Beetle stepped back in fear. "You're the reason he's dead!"

"Cassie, that's a very serious accusation. Come on, lets go."

"Cassie—"

"Sam, leave. Now." Revenge could see Robin's eyes glaring and narrowing behind his glasses.

"Right. Leaving."

"Wait!" Beetle yelled. "I need to—"

Revenge was gone.

"—talk."

New York City

June 4, 10:09 EST

The phone rang. Sam sighed and put down the paperwork he was looking at. He had no clue that running the company would be so tedious. He picked up the phone and answered it. "Samuel Grant."

"Sam, it's Bruce."

Sam pressed a button and the line was secured.

"The line's secured. What do te want?"

"Ravager, Deathstroke, and Vandal Savage ambushed the Team three days ago. That's when Liam died. Ravager killed him."

"I looked at the footage, the assassin didn't meant to kill him. The dagger would've passed right da Wondergirl. The boy overestimated and—" Revenge was cut off.

"That's not why I called you. Cassie detto te were responsible for the ambush."

"She's pissed because I didn't kill Ravager." Sam said, almost calling the girl Rose. "She's emotionally distraught. I don't think te should be listening to her."

"Think of it as a loose end I'm trying to tie up." Bruce said.

Revenge sighed. "If te must know, it was my fault."

Silence. Slowly Bruce spoke. "Explain."

Sam sighed and looked at his scrivania, reception and the paperwork scattered on it.

"The Team is rusty. Nothing happens. It's too quiet. I thought I could test them. I didn't think the trap was too well planned. I didn't think anyone would die."

Bruce was silent. Slowly he spoke. "Don't come near the Cave again. I'll make sure Batgirl sends te your stuff."

"Understood."

The line went dead. "Joy." Sam muttered.

The Watchtower

June 4, 18:02 EST

"Sorry I'm late!" Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.

"As long as you're here." Batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.

"Well, we're all here. What is it?" Superman asked.

"We're not all here." Batman said. "Not yet."

The zeta tubes buzzed to life. "Recognized: Nightwing, B-01."

Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.

"Grow up not like Bruce." Wonder Woman muttered.

Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. Batman spoke up.

"There's a talpa on the Team."

"Again?!" Nightwing exclaimed.

"But this time, I'm confident who it is."

The Justice League was startled. "Who?"

"Red Revenge." Batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.

New York City

June 4, 18:06 EST

"Robin to Batcave."

"Master Timothy. What has Bruce sent te to do now?"

"Believe it o not, spy on a fellow hero." Robin said, looking through the binoculars at Samuel Grant as he sat alone at a coffee table.

"Ah, is this a new hero who's identity we don't know?" Alfred asked.

"No, he's been around for ten years. Batman won't tell me what's going on. He just—whoah."

"What is it, Master Timothy?"

"Rose Wilson just sat down at the tavolo with him."

"The assassin?"

"The one and only."

"What could Master Grant possibly have to do with the assassin?"

"Good question." Robin replied. "Where's Bruce?"

"He's on the torre di osservazione, torre di guardia debriefing the Justice League."

"On what?"

"That he refused to say."

"Typical." Robin said, magnifying the zoom on the binoculars. "They're talking, but I can't make out what they're—damn!"

Rose had looked straight at him and winked. Robin rounded on Grant's chair, but he was gone. Robin felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around to see Red Revenge standing there with his hand out. Robin sighed and handed him the binoculars and his ear-piece. Revenge crushed the ear-piece and held out his hand again.

"What?"

"There's no memory card in the binoculars."

"Maybe I didn't put one in."

"Please."

Robin grinned and stood up. "Come and—unh!"

Ravager grabbed his arm and pinned it behind him. "Come on Boy Wonder, give him the card before I have to hurt te more."

Robin sighed and released his fist, smoke bombs falling onto the roof.

Revenge made a mad leap at Robin and tackled him, wrestling with the sixteen anno old, trying to pin him to the ground. He managed to hold Robin down while Ravager removed his utility belt, and the data card from his hand.

"Bye Bye Bird Brain." Ravager detto with a smile and leaped backwards over the banister.

The Watchtower

June 4, 18:07 EST

"Red Revenge?!" Wonder Woman exclaimed.

"I know he's rough, Bruce." Superman said. "But he's no traitor."

"He personally admitted to betraying the location of the Team when they were ambushed three days ago! The giorno Liam was killed!" Batman yelled.

Nightwing's eyes widened.

"Well what do te propose we do?" Superman asked.

"I'm having Robin follow him." Batman said. "If he—"

"Recognized: Robin. B-20."

The Justice League looked over as Robin ran, stumbled, then fell into the Watchtower.

"Robin?" Batman asked. The Boy Wonder stood up and Batman's eyes narrowed. "Where's your utility belt?"

"Ravager took it. With her partner Revenge."

Batman's eyes widened beneath his cappuccio for just a moment before turning to the rest of the stunned Justice League. "Need anymore proof?"

"I say we double-check." Flash said. "I have a friend, a detective, who would be all too happy to help."

"Are te flipping serious?!" Nightwing yelled, standing up and slamming his hands down on the table. "He got one, maybe more, teenagers killed!"

"I'm just saying we need to be thorough." Flash said.

"I agree with Nightwing." Robin said, walking over successivo to the former Boy Wonder.

"As do I." Wonder Woman spoke up. Superman was hesitant.

"Clark?"

"I think we should all put this to a vote. All in favor of arresting Revenge for betraying the Justice League, raise your hand."

Nightwing, Wonder Woman, and several other members of the League raised their hands. Robin raised his but quickly brought it back down.

"All those in favor of going with what Flash said."

Most of the Justice League, including the two Green Lanterns, raised their hands.

"Very well." Batman said. "Flash, bring in your detective. No word of this leaves the Watchtower."

TO BE CONTINUED!
added by MinaBloodlust
added by Mclovin_69
posted by GlitterPuff
WARNING: This is a bit gory and really, really sad. Just FYI...

    Everywhere she went, he followed her. I'm not following you, he'd say, we're just going to the same place. She knew why he wouldn't leave her alone. He wouldn't let her do it. And he promised that if he was with her, he would stop her. It really ticked her off. It was her own choice, not his. He just didn't agree with it. But none of it mattered. She was going to do it. Tonight. And he wouldn't be able to stop her.

~~~~~~

    "Where are te going?"

    "Somewhere."

    "Cool!...
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posted by Robin_Love
 Arcineh
Arcineh
Name:Arcineh Wiltsey
Alias: River
Powers: Water-bender; technology; brain power of a computer; combat
Occupation: Agent of the Watchtower; currently in training
Weakness/Limits: Too much heat without water; multiple blows to the head
History: Arcineh is Armenian but she looks like she's a normal Caucasian girl. Her mother was Armenian, he father Latin-American. When she was 10, her mother died of cancer. Her father was devastated, but put everything he had into caring for her. They moved away from the painful memories and started a new life. Because of her brain, she graduated from a University...
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added by Eclipse-YJ
When Nye awoke, he found himself in his letto with Jennifer sitting beside him, holding his hand. She looked at him relived.

"Oh thank God," she breathed out. Nye took his hand and pushed a piece of her long dark brown hair behind her ear. She smiled at him.

"Alright," he said, shifting his position in the bed, "I need to go find some answers."

A little later in the day, Nye was racking his brain, trying hard to remember what happened in his seen future. A man? No, a girl held the gun. Was her hair brown? o maybe it was black. But there was definitely a gun in her hand, along with some blood....
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posted by 221B-Baker
This charrie goes da the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, o his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization da tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing più Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.

This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to Scrivere them, so, patience.
*giggles*

((Oy...))

1)    If te had to choose between riding on a arcobaleno o delivering rainbows, and why?

Both! And I already deliver them anyways…

2)    When is someone going to go elefante riding with me?

*in robot voice* Unable to answer due to the fact it is directed to others…

((What the-))

3)    Would te rather live in a giant pumpkin, o eat a giant pumpkin?

Live in one! Then I can be like that bunny that lived in one!

4)    Unicorns o spazio Unicorns? Please explain!

SPCAE UNICORNS! It would be offensive to...
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posted by Robin_Love
She heard a crash, a loud one. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. But when the computer announced Batman's arrival, she jumped out of letto and into the closet. We didn't have training today. Were we supposed to get a mission? She stepped out of her room, ready for action, like most of the others who had slept in on their giorno off. Blade yawned before heading into the mission room. She saw not only Batman, but also Zatanna, and a few other JLA members. Okay. Not a mission.
“Devin's gone missing,” A voice whispered in her ear.
She would have reacted, but she knew that voice too...
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posted by SilverWings13
“Did te get it?” Marius demanded.
Angel was too busy choking up water from her lungs to answer. Gabriel was all but passed out on the snow beside her.
“Well, did you?” Chloë inquired eagerly. The blonde nodded, finally regaining her breath. “Then let us see it!”
“Not here,” Angel wheezed, “Not with-” It was only then that it occurred to her how red the soft blanket she sat on. There were bodies laid across the courtyard. Some were entombed in caskets of ice, their expressions of shock and horror Frozen as if they were displays in a museum. Others had been ripped apart by...
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Ivara opened the door slowly. She hesitated then, wondering if her task was just. Her Superior had his elbows on the scrivania, reception and appeared to be staring intently over the superiore, in alto of his open laptop at the immagini taped to the wall. He wore the same outfit as he had worn that morning at practice: dark red sweats and nothing more. 
Ivara could see the marks that were etched in Nic's back, light scars on his pale skin. She was reminded of the markings that decorated her own body, the violet...
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posted by BladeYJ
 Wonderland...
Wonderland...
We're all a little mad. A little insane. A little psycho. On the inside. We usually know how to control that small part of us. But what happens when it builds up? What happens when it claws its way out? te snap. Correct?

Sometimes when we snap, we murder people.
Parents.
Animals.
Friends.
Sisters
Brothers?

Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives o Ropes.

But sometimes... People try to help us.. sometimes people cause our madness. The thing that leads to those horrid acts is them trying to fix us. And da fixing us they put us in a room. With a jacket. And isolate us from everyone...
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posted by Robin_Love
His footsteps echoed in the mountain base, the clock Leggere well into three in the morning. He knew she wasn't going to be there, but something compelled him to come. Her room was the same as he had last seen. He picked things up, not sure why he had come but not put to rest about where she had gone o why she hadn't told him. Guilt suddenly swarmed around him. Maybe if he was here more, paid più attention to her...He shook his head.
You know she hates when te do that, Alek. He sighed and moved to the desk, where her journal lay open. He imagined her sitting there, writing. He could see...
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"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a sede, sedile on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of domande written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. te and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in cerca of the answer to the domanda I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her...
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