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Early afternoon, gotham docks.
Twan climbed up on an shipingcrate folowed door Boris and Natasia.
He spoke in a loud voice.
Pepol of Gotham lissen,
u micht have heard rumerors about a confilct between myself and Pingweing.
Those rumors are truwe, thoug this is no mere gang ficht this is a full fleged war.
And if thad bird succeeds it wil be your homes he will loot, your woman he will abuse.
So Are u going to just hide and live to his began call, of do u stand whit us, and toon him this is are city.
A few men stepped forward.
We will stand whit the dog.
Others in the crowed joind them, there numbers swelling
Twan smiled.
Lets showe thad bird Thad we wil never bowe to him.

1 uur later.
Al over the doks and districs nowe loyal to Twan, Pingweing enforcers and sympetisers were draged away trowne out of the neighborhoods, door man and woman dresed in black and red clothes, wearing a red dogs head as a insignia somwere on there cloting, of skin.
The same men and woman pulled up baracades closing of there part of the city, diging in preparing to face Pingweings gangs and merc's.

30 minuts later. Gunfires central comand post.
Twan Sat on the head of a long wooden tabel, His commanders filing the other seets at the tabel, he turned to Natasia.
Any word about reinforcements.
Yes sir, i made the call to Moscow last nicht, and they have shiped in at Saint Petersburg, they should arive in the city in 2 weeks if we are lukky, they wil be using a freigter as not to rouse suspicion, claiming to be traders
Good work.
He turnd to a muscular man at the end of the tabel dresed in black and red wearing a red dogs head on his balck shirt.
Howe is the Militia doing Jonny?
Good sire are numbers continuw to grow, we have kicked the birds men out of are streets, and erected beracates, And whit the training your Russian soldiers are providing, we should be meer than a mach fore the birds gangs.
Twan was pleased whit this awser and turnd to the others.
Any other news?
A man bald man siting silandly at the tabel whit a scar in his forehead thad formed the sing of 2 crosed guns shook his head.
Wel than dimitry i geas your stil preparing then.
The man nodet.
On the other end of the tabel Harley Quinn spoke.
Noting new on are side either kido, the boys are itching fore a good ficht.
Dont worry harls u will get u chanse.
Twan replied, going over the specifiks whit hi comanders one last time.

(sorry thad it is so shore, but it is late and i wanted to atleast post somting fore this serie)
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 One of Twan's militiaman
One of Twan's militiaman
posted by Obscurity98
(( u all better know who these people are, cause if u don’t, just skip to the end and I’ll give u the story in layman’s terms. ))

Harley’s arms were chained, and blood stained everything around her. And the blood wasn’t even hers. She coughed, when a voice boomed from the shadows, “Why if we could not get the Last Son of Krypton, just get something better. Exact powers, same weaknesses, but more. Stronger, meer power. The Last Daughter of Krypton. Give into hopelessness my dear. Freedom is a lie.” A body came closer, wrinkled face, bobbed white hair, and sly and dangerous eyes....
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Short chapter is short.

Harley walked out the infirmary, glancing back warily inside as she made her way to the living area. When the occupants saw her, a couple sat up straighter, hoping for some good information. A small smile spread across her face as she said, “She’ll live.”
Ariel sighed in relief, as did many others, while Fang nodded once, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Revenge stood as Rene came into the room, all seriousness. “There’s a small problem, though,” she murmured into her hand.
“What kind of problem?” Tanner asked, concerned. Eric watched Rene closely, while...
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posted by SilverWings13
Collaberation door TwanYJ/ Twan/ the Twaninator/ Big T and SilverWings13/ Ducky/ the chick that needs to stop making up redonculous nicknames for everyone. Enjoy~

Rene slipped on the vest over her sweater, sweatshirt and pulled the straps tight. She looked at the black mask on the tafel, tabel and studied it a moment before putting it on. 
"Why are we wearing this, again?" Rene turned to see Silver standing in the doorway. She was outfitted in a similar uniform- black face mask (tinted glass, to support her secret ID), camouflage sweatshirt, dark denim jeans, grey gloves, and combat boots. 
Rene shrugged, "This...
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In which the reader is forced to wait while I try and figure out what's coming up next. >-<

“Patience, Kyra.”
She got goosebumps at Chelsea’s calm voice, tears escaping down her face. The pain of the goud was immense but she couldn’t place why-- skin contact hadn’t affected her before. Chelsea’s chuckled reached her as she took in a shuddering breath. “I assumed it would pain u meer than u believed.”
The dark cloth over her eyes slipped away and she blinked a couple of times. Chelsea sat across from her, scraping a jagged mes on rock, making earsplitting screeches....
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The city was dark and cold. Even in summer, especially this summer, the nights were still cold. They were about to get colder. Moscow provided many shadows and alleyways to hide in. One was about to be used against the city itself. 

The man pulled out a cellphone and called. His silhouette was spotted three streets over door a professional sniper. The sniper had no interest in killing the man, however. He was the backup. 

"Are we all clear?" the deep, strong voice came over the phone as soon as the sniper picked it up.

"Affirmative." the russian accent came. "Good luck,  comrade!"

The bearded...
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"Good," Revenge said, putting his hands on his hips. "Now u guys can tell me what I want to go, and leave with no memory of the incident and just a few major injuries."

The greasy man noticed several other men in his same predicament. Red Revenge grinned. "I want to know who's been supplying the Crimsons with machine guns."

No reply.

"Ah, aha." Revenge said. "One last chance to do this the easy way."

Still silence.

"Very well," The Black Hero sighed. "Let's start with u Vice President." Revenge grabbed the man door the collar, dragging the seconde in command of the company to the edge of the rooftop. ...
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Some of it is Scott's perspective of Gotham city, and some is Scott's past. Enjoy~ :P

Danny looked up from the parking lot, and up towards his apartment window. Scott was perched in the window sill with his head on his knees. He walked up to the apartment and unlocked the door.
"Hey Scott, what are u doing here..?" Danny sat down his backpack.
"Needed a break....."
"And may I ask what?" Danny plopped down on the couch,
"Everything. Work, the cave. I'm just tired and wanted some peace." Scott looked over at his cousin. "Did I ever tell u the whole story?"
"About..?"
"That night.."

When u see...
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AN: Red Revenge: International (Man of Mystery) is a large book set to start publishing January 1st and go until April 1st, the premiere of the final RR book. This takes place in 2021. Current timeline is 2025. Also, a certain spy film series doesn't exist in RR's universe.



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(RR: International takes place when Sam and hulst, holly are 21 and 20. A certain spy-action adventure film series doesn't exist. >:)...))


Holly boarded the elevator, adjusting her jacket. God, they were secret agents. Why the hell did they have to dress up like bank owners and secretaries? 

"Special Agent Fowling says you're...
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posted by Red-Revenge
Poison

Manhattan,

May 7, 09:08 EST

The figure clothed in black and silver landed gently on the rooftop in a squatting position. Her kap covered her face as she stood up and looked around.

"Clear."

"Good, but the police spotted you, they're closing in." the voice came over her comm.

"Alright, can u get me an accident?"

"Yeah, two minutes. Can u hold out that long?"

"Please."

The line cut and Alexa grinned, bending down and starting to cut into the roof of a building. She was thankful Sam had sent the electricity user to Manhattan to assist her. With the police and the baddies chasing her, things...
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Part 3:
“So, Dana, How did Mockingbird and u meet?”
Robin and Shadow were outside practicing throwing ring-dings and batarangs on a dart-board which was used for practicing archery. Even though Robin was meer experienced than Shadow, they were both of equal ability in most things and so far they were both tied.
“Well”, Shadow started, throwing a batarang which hit spot on in the middle. “You remember Barbara Gordon reading out the schools news and announced there will be two students one in freshman jaar and junior year?”
“Yah,” Robin said, recalling the image of the cute freshman...
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posted by SilverWings13
A little crack ship in honor of Hallows Eve.

"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The oranje jumpsuit he wore was little meer than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. u have refused to give us any information...
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posted by KitanaRLYJ
Name: Kitana Strike

Age: 15

Details: Human, white, english

Powers: Red lantern ring, Superhuman strength and durability, advanced skills, knowlage and abilitys.

Story: Kitanas always been different, meer angry than different. Her parents kicked her out when she was 5 and she was found and sent to a faster care home. Many familys came and went but she always ended up back at the care home. Over time she just got meer outraged at life and how to her everyone seem to think they were better than her. It got to the point where she had tryed to kill herself many a time but Kitana was always caught. Atrocitus, leader of the Red Lanert Corp reached out a hand and saw in her eyes the ture potenial her rage had within.

Personality: Self obssessed and over confident, hot headed and bossy and to be frank stuck up!

Uniform: (I'll draw and post a pic soon!)
posted by Robin_Love
She woke to a strange murmur, like that of a buzzing crowd. She had expected them both the night before. She hadn't been disappointed. Now she dressed for the day, slipping on her sunglasses. Making sure her weapons were in place, she opened the door. She could hear talking, an occasional shout, and a hint of growled out threat. She walked closer, this time hearing her name.
“What's going on?”
Everything stopped. All eyes were on her as she stood in the doorway.
“Well?”
She walked further in, heading over to Alek. He was in front of the team, looking worried rather than his usual calm...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
So, since my sister was begging me, I let her, dont kill me!




Name: Alex Jephin.

Alias: White Lotus

Appearance: Red hair, blue eyes, fair skin.

Civvies: Jeans, white tank top.

'Stume: link

Weapons: Sword

Powers: Invisibilty, Sonic Scream, Levitation.

Skills: Acrobatic, Swordskill. Martial Arts Master.

Past: Has been trained hardcore since childhood. Trained to be fast, and able to escape an organisation called "The Undead". Mastering all movements but, one her father called "The Wind Willow". She struggles with the move, but wont accept help. Her mom died giving birth to her. She went to the League after...
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"Declan, are u ready yet?" Aryess peered into the mirror, trying to fit in the back to her silver dangly earring.
"Almost," the 21-year-old called from the other room. "Why do I have to go to this thing again?"
"Because I want to be there when Jasper makes the big announcement."
"Again, why do I have to go?" Declan walked into the foyer wearing a navy three-piece suit. His fair hair was spiked in the front casually, somehow boyishly mature.
"To toon support for our friends!" she said. "Where's Riley?"
"Tada!" the four-year-old exclaimed as he jumped up from behind the couch. His bright-blue eyes...
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It was a crisp fall dag in the city of Melbourne, and a 2 yr old girl was perched on a red wooden stoel, kruk in front of the huge glass window. Watching the bustling city, cars and stinky drivers, hotels filled with taxi cars and malls bursting with a large amount of shoppers. She wasn't so far up in the apartment, hardly on the seconde floor so she was able to see most things, her hands greedily moving up the window, wishing to go outside.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black busje, van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers...
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posted by InfinityYJ
Earlier that week everything had been perfectly normal. Fin, Delta, and Robin were relaxing on the couch, flipping through channels (Connor was not pleased that they’d fixed the static--he’d disappeared into his room some time geleden complaining about his favoriete show.) M’gann was in the kitchen, Artemis was sitting on the counter. Wally was eating the burnt koekjes, cookies that M’gann had pulled out some time ago, and Kaldur was sparring with Nathan in the main room.
Fin’s hand began to go even faster, smoke coming off the remote as she sped up to a Wally-like pace. The T.V. couldn’t keep...
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New York City
April 24, 04:09 EST

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Sam yawned and slouched down even meer in his seat.

“Sam!” hulst, holly exclaimed.

Sam groaned and hauled himself up-right in his chair. “How much longer?” he asked, yawning again.

“Thirty minuten ago.” hulst, holly said, glancing at her watch. “They had a storm over Hong Kong when she took off, but I don’t see—“

“She’s fine.” Sam said, placing a hand on his girlfriend’s shoulder. “Except she’s late.”

Holly sat in silence for herself. Had Sam been awake, he would’ve noticed his girlfriend fighting an inner-battle...
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posted by InfinityYJ
A voorbeeld to what's coming! The sign-up is still open, closes tomorrow. I need some guys, please, so if u could, it'd be nice. ;D
Here we goo!!

Fin rushed to her room, zipping past the people in the front to avoid communicating with them. She slammed her door open, giving the same amount of force to close it, and went straight to her dresser in the closet where she started throwing the clothing out of it. “C’mon, where is it, where is it...”
Blaire, who was sitting on the dog bed in the corner, perked up, curled tail wagging. Fin noticed this and turned, crouching down. The pup jumped...
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posted by The_Writer
So I'm taking a...different approach to this...

Don't worry! I address Cassie's fangirliness later!




Scarab

*NOTE: This book takes place between Episode 6 "Bloodlines" and throughout the end of Season 2.




Prologue-


Dallas, Texas
17:47 CDT, March 6,


"Target fleeing!" Beetle yelled, his armor melding around him before his eyes lit in the familiar oranje glow.

"On it!" Wondergirl yelled, flying ahead of Jaimie.

"¡Dios Mío!" Beetle exclaimed. "Can we go any faster?"

Why? The suit asked. Is it essential we catch this villain first? Do u wish to interrogate him with extreme measures?

"If I say yes, will...
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