I covered my eyes with my hands, even though they were already covered bởi my sunglasses. A mob of people were shouting at the district attorney's office, demanding the Nightfury to be arrested.
"Is it that bad?" I whimpered.
"I don't know how to answer that," Roy đã đưa ý kiến casually.
I sighed and shoved my hands in my pockets. "Don't bạn see, Roy? I ruined these people's lives!" I looked at my reflection in the cửa hàng window. Behind the sunglasses and hoodie, I could see the horrible demon hiding inside of me.
Compared to me, Roy looked like an Angel without his mask. He smiled encouragingly.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned around.
A woman with an "Arrest the Nightfury" sign handed me a banner with my face on it. "Help spread the word, hon!"
I opened it. A large red X was drawn across my face.
"Arrest the Nightfury!" the woman walked away shouting.
I had to fight the urge to burn the banner. "Something has to be done," I muttered.
"But for right now, bạn have to keep a low profile," Roy instructed. "We can't expose the team to Gotham."
I sighed. "Let's go." We walked away from the protesters, headed back to my house. All around us was destruction. It was hard to believe that I did all of this.
Out of the corner of my eye, a homeless man sat on the sidewalk, staring at his empty coin cup.
Without thinking, I walked to him and dropped a dollar in the cup. "What happened?"
He looked at me with sad brown eyes. "I Mất tích my trang chủ when the Nightfury attacked."
Roy pulled me up. "Come on, Jenny."
I was relieved that he couldn't see the tears behind my sunglasses.
I had thought that a walk would clear my mind, but instead it filled it up. The homeless man kept popping up in my head.
Things got worse once Roy left for work. I couldn't handle being left alone, what with my siblings living in a new house because I had told them to.
I went against my better judgment and turned the TV on. Lucky for me, the newscast was NOT about me.
The camera was focused on a white faced man in a purple suit, standing on hàng đầu, đầu trang of a flipped over Sedan.
I leaned closer. "The Joker?!" His thumb was wavering over a red button. I could hear a faint beeping from the city.
"That's a bomb!" I realized. I grabbed a áo khoác and stuffed my shoes on my feet, ignoring that my outfit wasn't matching.
What the hell are bạn doing? My subconscious yelled.
"I'm saving Gotham," I answered to no one. "Even if it kills me."
But what about Roy? And Chris? What will they think?
"I don't know," I whispered, already flying.
"I'm on my own this time."
"Is it that bad?" I whimpered.
"I don't know how to answer that," Roy đã đưa ý kiến casually.
I sighed and shoved my hands in my pockets. "Don't bạn see, Roy? I ruined these people's lives!" I looked at my reflection in the cửa hàng window. Behind the sunglasses and hoodie, I could see the horrible demon hiding inside of me.
Compared to me, Roy looked like an Angel without his mask. He smiled encouragingly.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned around.
A woman with an "Arrest the Nightfury" sign handed me a banner with my face on it. "Help spread the word, hon!"
I opened it. A large red X was drawn across my face.
"Arrest the Nightfury!" the woman walked away shouting.
I had to fight the urge to burn the banner. "Something has to be done," I muttered.
"But for right now, bạn have to keep a low profile," Roy instructed. "We can't expose the team to Gotham."
I sighed. "Let's go." We walked away from the protesters, headed back to my house. All around us was destruction. It was hard to believe that I did all of this.
Out of the corner of my eye, a homeless man sat on the sidewalk, staring at his empty coin cup.
Without thinking, I walked to him and dropped a dollar in the cup. "What happened?"
He looked at me with sad brown eyes. "I Mất tích my trang chủ when the Nightfury attacked."
Roy pulled me up. "Come on, Jenny."
I was relieved that he couldn't see the tears behind my sunglasses.
I had thought that a walk would clear my mind, but instead it filled it up. The homeless man kept popping up in my head.
Things got worse once Roy left for work. I couldn't handle being left alone, what with my siblings living in a new house because I had told them to.
I went against my better judgment and turned the TV on. Lucky for me, the newscast was NOT about me.
The camera was focused on a white faced man in a purple suit, standing on hàng đầu, đầu trang of a flipped over Sedan.
I leaned closer. "The Joker?!" His thumb was wavering over a red button. I could hear a faint beeping from the city.
"That's a bomb!" I realized. I grabbed a áo khoác and stuffed my shoes on my feet, ignoring that my outfit wasn't matching.
What the hell are bạn doing? My subconscious yelled.
"I'm saving Gotham," I answered to no one. "Even if it kills me."
But what about Roy? And Chris? What will they think?
"I don't know," I whispered, already flying.
"I'm on my own this time."
name:drake
age:14
code name:blaze
powers:dragon wings,breaths black fire,has a dragon tail,has two hand súng 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 thêm painful. bạn grow up fast hoặc bạn 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 bởi him if he loses control wile in blood lust form