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I hadn't meant to make the girl cry, but dang! She evidentially didn't know a thing about privacy.
As I walked down the hall back toward the common room, I heard someone muttering. I ignored them and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottled beverage before heading back.
I could still remember being shoved into the glass box, Two-Face getting ready to induce a chemical into the box.
I was so distracted, I ran flat into someone. This 'someone' was huge though. Big enough to take on Bane and probably defeat him.
"Hey, Sammy." he đã đưa ý kiến in an Italian accent. "Where's pretty girl?"
I didn't know what happened next. All I know is the drink is smashed on the floor, I'm heaving, and the guy is in the wall, moaning about his neck. Blood trickles into my eyes, but I ignore it. There are a dozen people looking at me in awe.
"Anybody else got a problem?" I growled.
No one responded.
"Damn, I dropped my drink."
I headed back to my room and washed off the cuts before bandaging them. The fight hadn't lasted long, but it had taken its toll. I was bruised and cut all over. I was going to be sore in the morning, but I wasn't about to let them think me weak.
"Revenge, report."
I sigh and walk over to the communicator. "Two-Face is the boss. Jazzman is a face."
"Do bạn want out?"
I pause. It's tempting. I can get out and not have to worry about anything. Not face the memories and nightmares anymore. But why am I a hero then? hoặc rather, pretending to be?
"Nah, I'll be good." I reply.
"Are bạn sure?"
"No."
Because I know that he can still control me. He can still make me his mindless slave if he chooses.
And he can make me kill thêm than just my enemies.
I hadn't meant to make the girl cry, but dang! She evidentially didn't know a thing about privacy.
As I walked down the hall back toward the common room, I heard someone muttering. I ignored them and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottled beverage before heading back.
I could still remember being shoved into the glass box, Two-Face getting ready to induce a chemical into the box.
I was so distracted, I ran flat into someone. This 'someone' was huge though. Big enough to take on Bane and probably defeat him.
"Hey, Sammy." he đã đưa ý kiến in an Italian accent. "Where's pretty girl?"
I didn't know what happened next. All I know is the drink is smashed on the floor, I'm heaving, and the guy is in the wall, moaning about his neck. Blood trickles into my eyes, but I ignore it. There are a dozen people looking at me in awe.
"Anybody else got a problem?" I growled.
No one responded.
"Damn, I dropped my drink."
I headed back to my room and washed off the cuts before bandaging them. The fight hadn't lasted long, but it had taken its toll. I was bruised and cut all over. I was going to be sore in the morning, but I wasn't about to let them think me weak.
"Revenge, report."
I sigh and walk over to the communicator. "Two-Face is the boss. Jazzman is a face."
"Do bạn want out?"
I pause. It's tempting. I can get out and not have to worry about anything. Not face the memories and nightmares anymore. But why am I a hero then? hoặc rather, pretending to be?
"Nah, I'll be good." I reply.
"Are bạn sure?"
"No."
Because I know that he can still control me. He can still make me his mindless slave if he chooses.
And he can make me kill thêm than just my enemies.
name:Blake
code name:elementi
powers:can control the four elements fire,air,water,Earth
personalty:funny,shy,dumb at times,but mess with Những người bạn and your going down,will stop at nothing to help a friend in need
looks:gold/blond heir,blue/yellow eyes
past:mum&dad left him in the forest to live but was rescued bởi wolf's and trained. now he can use the elements at will but when found bởi Người dơi he entered the young justice program to fight evil when called upon