***I wasn't really sure how to write this part...Feedback and suggestions are VERY much appreciated! Featuring Becca (not my character)!! ENJOY!***
“So, we’re going to keep this whole incident secret, right?” Mercy whispered to Becca. Becca just eyed her and smirked, “Possibly…” Mercy laughed, “I’m serious! We’re keeping this whole night a secret!” Becca laughed along, “Fine par me! As long as I got to do this, I’m perfectly happy!”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do toi enjoy this?”
“I don’t know, I guess it just makes me feel like I don’t have to really…worry about anything. Like I’m free, ‘ya know?”
“No. I don’t know. I don’t like robbing banks! It’s uncomfortable! W-What if the police come,” Mercy made a large gasping sound, “Or what if the league came! They might kick us off the team, ou the-“ Mercy was cut off par Becca slapping both her hands over Mercy’s mouth, then quickly putting her hands back down. “Merce, nothing is going to happen! Lighten up!” Mercy stuck her tongue out before continuing to pull wads of money out of the sûr, sans danger in the back of the bank. “Are toi sure that none of the money will ACTUALLY leave the building?” Mercy nervously asked Heather. “Naw. Most of the time the police come before Joker can actually get any of the money outta here.” And as if on cue, police lights and sirens lit up and filled the entire bank. “That’s our cue!” Heather announced, leading Becca and Mercy both out of the bank, leaving Joker behind to deal with the police.
After Becca bid her goodbyes and headed back to the cave, Heather and Mercy had begun walking back down the street.
“You okay?” Mercy asked.
“Yep, Why?”
“Your hands, they’re fists.”
Heather looked down to realize that it was true. “Yeah, I guess they are.” Heather a dit before biting her lip.
They walked in silence for a few blocks. The sun was now setting and streetlights were being turned on. “Maybe I should head back to the cave.” Mercy a dit nervously. Heather stuttered for words, “Uh, NO! Com’on just a few plus blocks down the street! That’s it! Then toi can go back to your boyfriend and all those wimps.” Mercy sighed, “Heath, I know you’re not the…hero type… But could toi at least refrain from calling them names? I don’t care how much toi hate them, but toi don’t see ME going and calling all your Friends that kind of stuff!” Heather stuck her tongue out. “I’ll call them what I want.” She muttered quietly.
They reached a small apartment building that seemed to have no people living there. The windows were all boarded up and a musty smell lingered around the outside of the building. Suddenly, Heather jumped in front of Mercy. “Um, something wrong?” Mercy nervously asked, trying to pass. “I seem to have forgotten one, teensy, weensy, itsy-bitsy, little, tiny detail! Umm, Jacob a dit he wanted to see you.” Heather quickly mumbled out. “WHAT?! Are toi crazy? toi know he will kill me right? I might as well be dead! Right here, on the street, DEAD!” Mercy almost fell on the ground. “I’m getting out of here!” Mercy started to walk away but a hand grabbed her wrist before she could get away and pulled her back in. “Bella! I haven’t seen toi in ages!” A tall guy with blonde hair much like Heathers and dark blue eyes stood in front of her. “Not in the mood, Jake.” Mercy a dit through gritted teeth, trying to pull her hand out of Jacobs, but failing. “Great, just great.” She thought to herself.
“So, we’re going to keep this whole incident secret, right?” Mercy whispered to Becca. Becca just eyed her and smirked, “Possibly…” Mercy laughed, “I’m serious! We’re keeping this whole night a secret!” Becca laughed along, “Fine par me! As long as I got to do this, I’m perfectly happy!”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do toi enjoy this?”
“I don’t know, I guess it just makes me feel like I don’t have to really…worry about anything. Like I’m free, ‘ya know?”
“No. I don’t know. I don’t like robbing banks! It’s uncomfortable! W-What if the police come,” Mercy made a large gasping sound, “Or what if the league came! They might kick us off the team, ou the-“ Mercy was cut off par Becca slapping both her hands over Mercy’s mouth, then quickly putting her hands back down. “Merce, nothing is going to happen! Lighten up!” Mercy stuck her tongue out before continuing to pull wads of money out of the sûr, sans danger in the back of the bank. “Are toi sure that none of the money will ACTUALLY leave the building?” Mercy nervously asked Heather. “Naw. Most of the time the police come before Joker can actually get any of the money outta here.” And as if on cue, police lights and sirens lit up and filled the entire bank. “That’s our cue!” Heather announced, leading Becca and Mercy both out of the bank, leaving Joker behind to deal with the police.
After Becca bid her goodbyes and headed back to the cave, Heather and Mercy had begun walking back down the street.
“You okay?” Mercy asked.
“Yep, Why?”
“Your hands, they’re fists.”
Heather looked down to realize that it was true. “Yeah, I guess they are.” Heather a dit before biting her lip.
They walked in silence for a few blocks. The sun was now setting and streetlights were being turned on. “Maybe I should head back to the cave.” Mercy a dit nervously. Heather stuttered for words, “Uh, NO! Com’on just a few plus blocks down the street! That’s it! Then toi can go back to your boyfriend and all those wimps.” Mercy sighed, “Heath, I know you’re not the…hero type… But could toi at least refrain from calling them names? I don’t care how much toi hate them, but toi don’t see ME going and calling all your Friends that kind of stuff!” Heather stuck her tongue out. “I’ll call them what I want.” She muttered quietly.
They reached a small apartment building that seemed to have no people living there. The windows were all boarded up and a musty smell lingered around the outside of the building. Suddenly, Heather jumped in front of Mercy. “Um, something wrong?” Mercy nervously asked, trying to pass. “I seem to have forgotten one, teensy, weensy, itsy-bitsy, little, tiny detail! Umm, Jacob a dit he wanted to see you.” Heather quickly mumbled out. “WHAT?! Are toi crazy? toi know he will kill me right? I might as well be dead! Right here, on the street, DEAD!” Mercy almost fell on the ground. “I’m getting out of here!” Mercy started to walk away but a hand grabbed her wrist before she could get away and pulled her back in. “Bella! I haven’t seen toi in ages!” A tall guy with blonde hair much like Heathers and dark blue eyes stood in front of her. “Not in the mood, Jake.” Mercy a dit through gritted teeth, trying to pull her hand out of Jacobs, but failing. “Great, just great.” She thought to herself.
Jacob (Heather's Brother)
alias:shadow
age:15
abilities:can blend into shadows,expert marksman,good singer,when sings ou plays guitare it can heal,inspire,energise and more
weapons:two hand guns,guitar that has a fusil, carabine built into it,cloak witch can blend in to shadows
personality:shady,dark,funny,shy,sad,cares little for bats but will help the team,shoots first asks questions later,wants vengeance
looks:unknown(may tell in background)
story:dad is vigilante but he died par the hands of a monster when shadow finds the killer he will make him pay.
can play a guitare but plays mostly when sad.when he plays it the guitare will heal,inspire,energise and more.
his dad died to protect him but before he died he taught him a few songs.
cadmus wanted him to rejoindre there army but he a dit no so thay kidnapped him and tortured him when the speedster,the boy wonder and The Atlantean came and took the super boy as thay called him the security failed so he escaped
I was sleeping in Robin`s bed?
"This beach is for everyone! Well, only the team actually."
