He kept his head down as he wove his way into the city. His eyes swept over the faces around him. He could sense their emotions. See through their defenses. Their fears were things he could see. He closed his eyes for a brief second. Then headed down an alleyway. He was thankful to not be noticed. He headed to a side door and down several flights of stairs. He knocked on the door. A hatch slid open, revealing piercing green eyes.
“Oh god,” Terror muttered.
“What's the password?”
“Robin-”
“Nope.”
“Robin you-”
“Not even close!”
“How about this? Robin open this damn door before I stick my sword up your god-forsaken ass!”
Their was loud laughter from the other side as the hatch closed. He heard a click and then the door swung open.
“Welcome good sir!” The one called Robin đã đưa ý kiến with a deep bow.
“You dick.”
“Oh come on! It was fun!”
“I'm coming in.”
“Fine. I'll get Miles to take your order.”
“Why the heck does Damo keep bạn around?” Terror asked as he made his way into the underground cafe.
“Cause I'm charming.”
Terror scoffed and sat in a back corner table. Robin went off to fetch the owner and fetch Miles. Then he came back, red hair as tousled as before. Soon, Damo came out and joined them. A girl of fourteen with coconut colored skin, warm hazel eyes, and short cream hair came over, carrying a pad and a pen. The name card on her áo sơ mi read Miles
“What can I get for bạn guys today?” she asked with a cheerful smile.
“Hey Miles. Just get us two kẹo melts,” Damo said.
“And the dark brood will take a dark cream,” Robin piped up.
Terror shot him a glare.
“Stuff it Goodfellow! hoặc I'll hang your head on my door!”
Damo sighed and waved the waitress away.
“Lighten up Ter!”
“I đã đưa ý kiến shut up!”
“Guys!” Damo interjected. “Stop. The other guests will feed off the energy. Now, what can I do for bạn Terror?”
The blonde boy sighed heavily, though it came out sounding like a growl.
“I need a seal, Damo.”
Both of his companions turned serious. Miles came back with their order then went away. Terror gripped the handle of his cup, hearing several cracks as the glass broke.
“Terror, what's going on?”
“Too much. I can't explain it all. I just need your help.”
“Tell me what bạn can.”
Terror shook his head, shaking out the voice that had started to whisper.
“Not here.”
Damo nodded and pulled a few bills to cover the tab. Miles came over as summoned and Damo gave her a few instructions. She nodded, taking the now broken glass from Terror. The others grabbed their drinks and headed to the back. Terror sat for a một phút before getting up and going into the back room; Damo's private chambers.
“Lock the door, Robin. Terror, take a seat.”
Damo moved into a separate room and came back with jar and black bag.
“Shirt off.”
Terror removed the trench áo, áo khoác and then the black tee he wore.
“Why do I have to take it off again?”
“Because Damo's a perv,” Robin muttered.
“No. Because I need to see the niêm phong, con dấu take form.”
“I feel like a stripper.”
Robin laughed and slipped his own áo sơ mi off.
“There! Now bạn aren't alone.”
They looked at Damo expectantly, who rolled his eyes before cooperating.
“You're both idiots,” he muttered.
Robin gave him a smirk.
“Okay Damo. Do the seal.”
The boy nodded.
“Robin, I'll need bạn to-”
“Yeah yeah I know! Now. Let's make a seal!”
“Oh god,” Terror muttered.
“What's the password?”
“Robin-”
“Nope.”
“Robin you-”
“Not even close!”
“How about this? Robin open this damn door before I stick my sword up your god-forsaken ass!”
Their was loud laughter from the other side as the hatch closed. He heard a click and then the door swung open.
“Welcome good sir!” The one called Robin đã đưa ý kiến with a deep bow.
“You dick.”
“Oh come on! It was fun!”
“I'm coming in.”
“Fine. I'll get Miles to take your order.”
“Why the heck does Damo keep bạn around?” Terror asked as he made his way into the underground cafe.
“Cause I'm charming.”
Terror scoffed and sat in a back corner table. Robin went off to fetch the owner and fetch Miles. Then he came back, red hair as tousled as before. Soon, Damo came out and joined them. A girl of fourteen with coconut colored skin, warm hazel eyes, and short cream hair came over, carrying a pad and a pen. The name card on her áo sơ mi read Miles
“What can I get for bạn guys today?” she asked with a cheerful smile.
“Hey Miles. Just get us two kẹo melts,” Damo said.
“And the dark brood will take a dark cream,” Robin piped up.
Terror shot him a glare.
“Stuff it Goodfellow! hoặc I'll hang your head on my door!”
Damo sighed and waved the waitress away.
“Lighten up Ter!”
“I đã đưa ý kiến shut up!”
“Guys!” Damo interjected. “Stop. The other guests will feed off the energy. Now, what can I do for bạn Terror?”
The blonde boy sighed heavily, though it came out sounding like a growl.
“I need a seal, Damo.”
Both of his companions turned serious. Miles came back with their order then went away. Terror gripped the handle of his cup, hearing several cracks as the glass broke.
“Terror, what's going on?”
“Too much. I can't explain it all. I just need your help.”
“Tell me what bạn can.”
Terror shook his head, shaking out the voice that had started to whisper.
“Not here.”
Damo nodded and pulled a few bills to cover the tab. Miles came over as summoned and Damo gave her a few instructions. She nodded, taking the now broken glass from Terror. The others grabbed their drinks and headed to the back. Terror sat for a một phút before getting up and going into the back room; Damo's private chambers.
“Lock the door, Robin. Terror, take a seat.”
Damo moved into a separate room and came back with jar and black bag.
“Shirt off.”
Terror removed the trench áo, áo khoác and then the black tee he wore.
“Why do I have to take it off again?”
“Because Damo's a perv,” Robin muttered.
“No. Because I need to see the niêm phong, con dấu take form.”
“I feel like a stripper.”
Robin laughed and slipped his own áo sơ mi off.
“There! Now bạn aren't alone.”
They looked at Damo expectantly, who rolled his eyes before cooperating.
“You're both idiots,” he muttered.
Robin gave him a smirk.
“Okay Damo. Do the seal.”
The boy nodded.
“Robin, I'll need bạn to-”
“Yeah yeah I know! Now. Let's make a seal!”
name:BonBon Sumiru
age:17
alias:mystery
powers: teleporting,cloning,can transform into anything she wants,and sorcery
civvies:pink dress
appearance:pink hair eyes change color depending on her mood
hero outfit:work in progress
personality:sweet,funloving,funny,and a bit flamboyant
Bg story:she came from Nhật Bản when she was 13 with her dad who died a năm later to learn the American culture and met M'gann who let her stay with her for a while and became a part of Young Justice,and later on moved into her own apartment.
extra stuff:she loves bunnies,boys with accents,people who are kind and can make hder laugh,and chocolate
<3<3<3 hope bạn liked it!
she also has a sense for advemture
age:17
alias:mystery
powers: teleporting,cloning,can transform into anything she wants,and sorcery
civvies:pink dress
appearance:pink hair eyes change color depending on her mood
hero outfit:work in progress
personality:sweet,funloving,funny,and a bit flamboyant
Bg story:she came from Nhật Bản when she was 13 with her dad who died a năm later to learn the American culture and met M'gann who let her stay with her for a while and became a part of Young Justice,and later on moved into her own apartment.
extra stuff:she loves bunnies,boys with accents,people who are kind and can make hder laugh,and chocolate
<3<3<3 hope bạn liked it!
she also has a sense for advemture
Name: Unknown.
Alias:: Cadaver.
Occupation: VILLIAN!
Powers: None! But has sword skills, marksmen and all that good junk.
Past: Cadaver is a clone of Fang......that is all. Created to set and destroy the Adams family...Mr. Clone doesn't take no for an answer and won't let anyone get in his way. Even if it means taking his own life.
Other: Easy to set off temper.
-Really isn't afraid of anything...
-Looks EXACTLY like Fang, acts different.
-Has a thing for Ciel..this should be fun.
THAT, is all :3