Fang to Devin?

To All Active Members of the Young Justice and Young Justice OCs Clubs:


As you may have seen, Bakes and BelovedRobin have been engaging me in a battle over morals. I will kindly ask you to judge this argument for the betterment of the world. If you do not wish to. Stop reading here and delete this message forever. Take no part in a moral battle of right vs wrong. But it is up to you to determine what is right. And what is wrong.

Bakes and Beloved Robin have stated that they will put themselves above anyone else. That they would not sacrifice themselves to save anyone else. They have stated, quite...

Harley and Kaldur's Date Part 2

Atlantis 5:27pm.
Kaldur, STILL in his dreamy mood. Still dreaming. If there was a way to knock that bozo out, The YJ team would have done it ages ago-but apparently he had a head of a tortoises shell, it was too hard!
Kaldur swam but accidentally swam into the last person he was expecting TULA!
Tula-also known has Aquagirl. The girl of his dreams, the emotion, the feeling of affection, the hope, all came rushing back when he met her.
But then he stopped. No. That was a long time ago. She has moved on. She will never see me like that no matter how much I wish it to...

“Whatever you're hiding Devin, you're a part of it. I know. You can't lie unless you're protecting someone. Who are you protecting?”
“Myself Becca.”
“Why?”
“None of your buisness.”
“Your brother is my boyfriend; you and I are friends. I'm sure it's my buisness!”
“No. It doesn't concern you. Leave it alone.”
“No!”
“Becca, why can't you just admit you hate not knowing things?”
“Because you just did! Now tell me!”
“Becca!”
The two glared at each other. It wasn't common for them to do so, but they had their moments.
“Why so secretive, Dev? We've always been honest...

Homework One-Shot

(This fanfiction may include SUGGESTIVE material not appropriate for younger people. Just a warning)




Sam had just come back from a diving mission in New York Harbor. His suit was soaked as was he. And he smelled like garbage. He was just about to step in the showers when his phone buzzed. Sam picked it up. It was a text message from Holly.

"Pls hlp w/ hmwrk"

Sam sighed and replied he'd be over in ten before stepping under the hot stream of water. He bathed quickly and dried off, slipping on a white long-sleeve shirt and a red button up that was left undone. He slid on jeans and...

Eh, it's okay..Sorry it's so short.

I twirled the rose between thumb and index finger, and looked up letting the winds breeze through my shaggy black hair. I heard a flutter of wings behind me and gripped my hands onto the rail to ease the nervousness inside me. I kept one hand on the rail and swiveled around to face Devin, she looked at me with her blue eyes, as they stood out from the surrounding darkness on top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. I hid the rose behind my back as Devin looked at me curiously, "Whatcha got there?" she said, tilting her head up attempting to see around me. "Nothing,...

She sat on her bed looking at the ground thinking. She had been locked in her room for 6 hours straight now and she wasnt coming out. Blade sighed and layed down, rolled over, and looked at the ceiling. How was she supposed to choose? Either way one would end up being hurt. Blade sat up and grabbed the pistol under her bed.
"Either way I will end up hurting someone, but if I just 'disappear' they won't have anything to worry about," Blade mummbled as she got up and looked in her mirror with a cold expression. She's cried way to much recently, so she wasn't going to cry now. She glanced down...

She was running along the street, a blur to all. She did a few tricks over cars, going too fast for any one to appreciate them. She laughed, enjoying her fun. She skidded to a stop when she saw a blonde haired boy in a black trench coat running away. She looked at him for a minute. Why was he running? She raced towards him.
“Hey softie!” she yelled teasingly.
The boy stopped, turning to her. He scowled.
“Shut up Erin!”
She stopped in front of him.
“Awww! C'mon Terror! I was just playing!”
“I don't give a care. Leave me alone!”
Terror turned to leave, but Erin grabbed his wrist. A...

Name: Casey Reynolds

Hero Name: None

Powers: Levitation

Appearance: Green hair, green eyes, 5' 8", thin, small tattoo on left shoulder

Personality: Friendly, hard-working, more of a leader than a follower, focused, loves to smile

Hero Outfit: Black tank top and black skinny pants, silver utility belt, white gloves

Civvies: dark green turtleneck, jean shorts

History: Was a secret agent for SHEILD and quit, then she started to become more of a "nighttime" vigilante. One night she bumped with Superman, who was impressed with what she could do and convinced Batman to let her in on the team. She has no...

( so just to be clear this article is gaping in random places in the series but will eventually catch up to that point okay just to make sure you guys understand )

( Basim Island 10:23 PM March 5th)

" so what are we suppost to do just ignnore her Bentely? " Lucas asked Bentley," yes, Just ignore her.... " Bentley muttered and turned around beggining to walk away, Blade and Lucas looked at eachother and followed Bentley ignoring her, A evil smirk spread across her face " so your Bentley......my favourite prisioner always mentioned you....." she said, Bentley stopped dead cold in his steps and...

I flopped down on the couch in the lounge. I had been pacing across the room for the past forty-eight minutes, waiting for the Team to get back. I stretched my legs out, propping them up on the table, bored out of my mind. How much longer would they be? It was almost midnight, 11:52 to be exact, and they had been gone since 7:30. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have the power to gauge time, it only made everything seem longer.

This happened a lot. Ever since the Team had so grudgingly accepted me as a new member, I was deemed too weak and inexperienced to join them on important missions. I resented...

Full Name: Andrew Collins

Nicknames: Andy, Allie, A-man.

Age: 15

Aliases: Aurum

Identity: Secret to anyone but his family and the Justice League.

Nationality: American

Relatives:
Father: Damon Collins, brooding, grumpy 51-year-old who disapproves of anything involving superpowers or inhuman abilities. He left his family when he became aware of Andrew’s powers.
Mother: Macey Collins, 47, stressed business woman who mostly leaves her kids to themselves so that she can work. She loves them but is too busy to take good care of them and be a good mother.
Older brother: Marcel Collins, 17 years, he plays...

I landed near the Brother Hood’s building. I walked in, walking up the stairs. I threw open the doors. Blob was sitting on the couch, Toad on his head, Avalanche was sitting in an arm chair watching television and Quicksilver was playing pool.
“Domino, didn’t expect to see you here again“Quicksilver stated
“Domino couldn’t make it, sorry. She sent me instead” I snarled, charging a card. I threw it on the billiards table and it exploded in Pietro’s face. I glared at him.
“You three-“ I gestured to Toad, Blob and Avalanche “-scram. I have some business with Quicksilver”...

I glared at him.
“You’ll never get answers that way” I said lazily.
“Where is Gambit?” he demanded. I kept my mouth shut. He raised his hand to slap me. As he went to land the blow, my hair snapped up and caught his wrist.
“So, are you going to untie me now?” I asked as I twisted his wrist. He yelled out some nasty words. A dark figure entered. It knocked the man out. It un-tied my hands and shoulders. I easily zapped off the ropes on my ankles. I stood up and saw an older boy with brown hair a blue eyes standing there, holding a crow bar.
“Thanks” I nodded
“No problem” he...

Greetings,

SUP! My name is- well depends when and where I am. Currently I am Dana Grayson, sister to Richard “Dick” Grayson. My hero name is Data, given to my by the reporters of Gotham. Yeah Gotham, kinda bad idea just strutting up on the Batman’s and Robin’s turf, but eh I needed their attention. I may look like just another hero-girl but actually I’m a experiment; a failed one at that. I came from Cadumus, just another project, you heard of Superboy?
(*Footsteps, people walk into room*)
Same concept, I am from Project Justice we were given and created by DNA of the Justice League...

Here I go again, jumping into another plot before it's stationary...

Six men sat at the table in a circle, evenly spaces from one another. The floor-to-ceiling window beside them showed them the presidential suits full view of Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Papers, maps, and photos were strewn across the table. There was enough information to creat a time line for all six targets. They could take them out, one by one, easy. Their boss would be very happy.
The men glanced up as the lights flickered in the hotel room. Then went out.
A thump was heard from across the room. The men stood in alarm, surrounded...

Heh, since I didnt put her "past" into her bio, due to extreem migranes, I decided to do this!




Mel was tired. Her wings just barely keeping her in the midnight air. Her eyes lit up when she saw the small, shaded place. She angeled her wings and glided into the small cave. She sat on the floor and pet her wings. She crawled over to the ledge and looked at the water. She smiled and tucked in her wings. She crawled back into the cave and looked at the falcons. She curled up and scootched back into the wall. She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep, exhasted from the flight.

Mel woke up, curled...

She was tossed beside the others, wounded and coughing up blood. She looked up at the owner of the black boots and scowled.
“What do you plan, Amber?”
“Shall I explain? Hook them up.”
Several guards grabbed them and locked their wrists and ankles down. Visors were placed over their eyes. A hum sounded from nearby; a machine of some sort.
“Explain this Amber!”
“You are in position to demand, warrior. But I will oblige you. Serepta, get Tigress.”
Footsteps were heard as Amber seemed to move closer.
“What you are about to experience is total inhalation. You see, this machine moves...

She closed her eyes against the darkness. There was no way around it. She was useless here.
Why do you stay when you can't help? Go home! She moaned and rolled over on her bed. 3:00 in the morning. She sighed and got up, slipping her uniform on. Screw curfew! I'll never get to sleep. She walked out of the mountain, not caring about the chilling rain. She walked into town. She knew it would be inactive. But that was better. She wanted it that way. Walking towards a building still open, she played around with the trench coat on her back, hiding the weapons on her. She entered the bar grudgingly....

She moved her wrists around, concentrating. Her head hung, but her mind was focused. Her companion was staring at the crystallized figure.
“I can't believe that happened.”
She said nothing.
“Devin...she's gone, Bec.”
She shut her eyes.
“How could we not help her?”
“We did, Erin.”
“How? We LET her get turned to crystal!!! Fang's going to kill us if we get out of here!”
“Not necessarily. While her body is stuck, her astrial form is free.”
“So?”
Becca laughed a little.
“Let's just say the calvary is coming.”
It was silent before Erin let out a laugh.
“Oh jeez! Them? Seriously?...

"recognized Bullet B08" the computerized voice rang out as Bullet stormed into the cave.
"How was the mission" Nightwing asked.
"perfect" bullet said angrily.
"what went wrong"
"nothing!" bullet shouted. His helmet, with it's now broken an blood splattered visor, morphed into glasses and his torn armor into normal cloths.
Nightwing followed bullet into his room "what went wrong" he asked again.
Bullet sat down. "nothing went wrong" he said "the mission was a success"
"good" Nightwing said "head to the infirmary and get yourself cleaned up"
"I'm fine" bullet said
"are you sure" Nightwing replied "your...