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 il y a complaining about his favori show.) M’gann was in the kitchen, Artemis was sitting on the counter. Wally was eating the burnt biscuits, 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 up, and they got small snippets of each channel.
“Then we want--”
“Two teaspoons--”
“Another great save--”
“Robbery thwarted--”
“Gotham’s white royals--”
“Wanted for--”
“Wait, wait go back!” M’gann yelped, hovering closer to the couch, bowl of dough forgotten. “I hear something about royalty!”
Fin shared a glance with Robin, and they both sighed to themselves. “Not actual royalty, Megs,” Wally cut in. “The white royals of Gotham are the people in the city who do the most good. In this case, the white Knight, Prince and Princess, are Bruce Wayne and his three wards, Dick, Danna and Kyra Grayson.”
Fin giggled softly to herself, as M’gann replied, “Oh, well--”
“Don’t worry Megan, I’ll change it back.” As Fin did so, the shot changed to a close up of the three younger ‘Royals.’
“Wow.. her dress is just beautiful!” M’gann sighed, commenting on the long dress the middle sibling was wearing in the shot. Fin grumbled sullenly at the sight of it, something about a burning inferno, which went unnoticed to most of the people there. Robin and Delta bit their lips and turned away, laughing silently to themselves.
“Yeah, I’m done...” she threw the remote onto the canapé and stuffed her hands into her pockets. M’gann muttered a soft ‘yeah’ before hovering on to sit on the couch, continuing to watch the news feed on the Graysons, decidedly ignoring the smoke beginning to steadily rise from the oven. Robin shook his head and walked over to the oven, pulling out the burnt pastries, while Delta went over to the hallway to disappear in her room.
Fin walked past Nathan and Kaldur while they took a break, Nathan’s forehead sparkling with sweat and Kaldur basically chugging a bottle of water. Nathan caught Fin’s gaze and instantly turned away, flinging drops of liquid into the air. The zeta announced her exit, and he turned his jade eyes to watch her dissipate in the light of the tube. Sighing, he grabbed a towel from the sidelines and ruffled his mocha hair. Just friends, he told himself. Strictly friends. That was the deal.
Fin, meanwhile, had zeta’d straight out of the cave, to no specific location. It was extremely windy there, making her hair whip at her glasses. She pulled her capuche, hotte up tightly and ran up the closest building, sitting on the edge of the roof. Her iPod was plugged into her ears, and she pulled her veste closer as she looked out over the harbor, the water was glassy and perfectly clear. If she dared to tap into her power supply, she could see the poisson that were darting to and forth beneath the surface in an endless game of tag. Losing her grasp on actual reality, she focused on a specific fish, with or scales not unlike the color of her eyes when she was out of her own control. Smiling at the quick agility of the small aquatic animal, she didn’t notice an emerald-green haired man with blindingly pale skin and a demonic grin, ou a teen with bright yellow eyes and snowy hair smiling seductively come behind her silently.
It wasn’t until a joker card embedded itself suivant to her in the bricks and a cloth was forced over her mouth when she realized she was being kidnapped.
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 up, and they got small snippets of each channel.
“Then we want--”
“Two teaspoons--”
“Another great save--”
“Robbery thwarted--”
“Gotham’s white royals--”
“Wanted for--”
“Wait, wait go back!” M’gann yelped, hovering closer to the couch, bowl of dough forgotten. “I hear something about royalty!”
Fin shared a glance with Robin, and they both sighed to themselves. “Not actual royalty, Megs,” Wally cut in. “The white royals of Gotham are the people in the city who do the most good. In this case, the white Knight, Prince and Princess, are Bruce Wayne and his three wards, Dick, Danna and Kyra Grayson.”
Fin giggled softly to herself, as M’gann replied, “Oh, well--”
“Don’t worry Megan, I’ll change it back.” As Fin did so, the shot changed to a close up of the three younger ‘Royals.’
“Wow.. her dress is just beautiful!” M’gann sighed, commenting on the long dress the middle sibling was wearing in the shot. Fin grumbled sullenly at the sight of it, something about a burning inferno, which went unnoticed to most of the people there. Robin and Delta bit their lips and turned away, laughing silently to themselves.
“Yeah, I’m done...” she threw the remote onto the canapé and stuffed her hands into her pockets. M’gann muttered a soft ‘yeah’ before hovering on to sit on the couch, continuing to watch the news feed on the Graysons, decidedly ignoring the smoke beginning to steadily rise from the oven. Robin shook his head and walked over to the oven, pulling out the burnt pastries, while Delta went over to the hallway to disappear in her room.
Fin walked past Nathan and Kaldur while they took a break, Nathan’s forehead sparkling with sweat and Kaldur basically chugging a bottle of water. Nathan caught Fin’s gaze and instantly turned away, flinging drops of liquid into the air. The zeta announced her exit, and he turned his jade eyes to watch her dissipate in the light of the tube. Sighing, he grabbed a towel from the sidelines and ruffled his mocha hair. Just friends, he told himself. Strictly friends. That was the deal.
Fin, meanwhile, had zeta’d straight out of the cave, to no specific location. It was extremely windy there, making her hair whip at her glasses. She pulled her capuche, hotte up tightly and ran up the closest building, sitting on the edge of the roof. Her iPod was plugged into her ears, and she pulled her veste closer as she looked out over the harbor, the water was glassy and perfectly clear. If she dared to tap into her power supply, she could see the poisson that were darting to and forth beneath the surface in an endless game of tag. Losing her grasp on actual reality, she focused on a specific fish, with or scales not unlike the color of her eyes when she was out of her own control. Smiling at the quick agility of the small aquatic animal, she didn’t notice an emerald-green haired man with blindingly pale skin and a demonic grin, ou a teen with bright yellow eyes and snowy hair smiling seductively come behind her silently.
It wasn’t until a joker card embedded itself suivant to her in the bricks and a cloth was forced over her mouth when she realized she was being kidnapped.
New York City
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are toi sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are toi sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
Lyla.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Eyes: Blue ou Green, depends on how the light falls on her eyes.
Hair: Blonde. And short(picture above).
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised par the joker and abandoned par
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She had taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes turned red from the demon that consumed her. She is still amazed no body hates her for the Demon.....
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns. Sniper training.
Civies: Whatever she wants baby!
'Stume: PICTURE TIME!
TADA!