The crimson and black clad vigilante made his way into the kitchen. Beer and beer as far as one could see. Crusty sandwiches, empty potato chip bags littered the room. Revenge bent over to look for something when he heard a slight whimpering sound from the next room. He wasn't prepared for a dog.
When Revenge walked into the room, he saw Melody sitting on the couch. Her previous skimpy maid costume was gone. She was covered in an untied bathrobe. Her brown hair was damp, clinging to her shoulders. Revenge walked over to the window and looked at her. A sudden bolt of lightning flashed behind Revenge and the girl looked over. She saw a large, masculine silhouette.
"Oh...oh my god." she gasped, slowly standing up, but still backing away. "You--you're him. Red Revenge!"
The silhouette didn't reply. At that moment, Handsik walked out, a pistol in hand. "Don't move, freak!"
Revenge darted for the man. Handsik fired. The bullets imbedded themselves in Revenge. The Black Hero grabbed Handsik's face and knee-slammed it. He picked the man up and slammed him into the wall, punching and punching. He reared his fist back once more and the man cringed.
"You treat her like she deserves." Revenge said. "Or something a lot more lethal than my fist is coming towards your face next time."
When Revenge walked into the room, he saw Melody sitting on the couch. Her previous skimpy maid costume was gone. She was covered in an untied bathrobe. Her brown hair was damp, clinging to her shoulders. Revenge walked over to the window and looked at her. A sudden bolt of lightning flashed behind Revenge and the girl looked over. She saw a large, masculine silhouette.
"Oh...oh my god." she gasped, slowly standing up, but still backing away. "You--you're him. Red Revenge!"
The silhouette didn't reply. At that moment, Handsik walked out, a pistol in hand. "Don't move, freak!"
Revenge darted for the man. Handsik fired. The bullets imbedded themselves in Revenge. The Black Hero grabbed Handsik's face and knee-slammed it. He picked the man up and slammed him into the wall, punching and punching. He reared his fist back once more and the man cringed.
"You treat her like she deserves." Revenge said. "Or something a lot more lethal than my fist is coming towards your face next time."
Height: 6'7
Weight: 95 pounds
Eyes: Red.
Hair: Black
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised by the joker and abonded by
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 has taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes are permenently red from the hate she feels.
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns.
Civies: Black turtleneck and jeans.
'Stume: Black turtleneck dress and necklace with keys symbolising being the keeper of hell.
Secret ID: Adrian Martin
Age: 14
Appearance: about 5’8”, muscular but not super ripped, dirty blonde hair with a blue streak, one blue eye and one brown eye
Civvies: jeans, teeshirt, blue jean jacket, shark tooth necklace
Costume: civvies with sunglasses and wildly styled hair.
Personality: quiet, keeps to himself, a teeny bit egotistical when he talks, doesn’t like to talk to many girls, but does have a soft spot for some who seem down-to-earth
Powers: limited invulnerability, uses knives and blades, poison and explosives expert
Bio/History: He refuses to disclose this.
So.. yeah. That's me.