Dozens of commuters passed Declan in the busy underground station. He leaned against a wall, out of their way. None paid attention to him as they went on their ways, ignoring him as if he were invisible. He preferred it that way.
A boy played gitarre a few feet off and a girl sang along. The song sounded familiar to Declan, but he was too caught up in replaying the scenes from the night before to pay enough attention to recall it.
Infiltrating the sweet, shutting off the power, attacking the men, and leaving all in five minutes. And collecting the photos, files, and all the information on himself and the five others.
Declan had destroyed them all. Burnt them to ashes. All except the one picture he held in his hand.
He sneaked a glance at it now.
There were a row of shops lining the street. The lighting was bad; it must have been taken early in the morning.
Centered in the Foto was a girl in a school uniform: plaid skirt, bleach-white dress shirt, blazer, high socks, and a blue gold-striped tie. Her long, fair hair fell past her shoulders in a curtain, tucked back behind her ear.
The datum in the corner was from a few years Vor and the girl looked about 11. The text Bücher she carried looked heavy, but her posture was straight and unburdened. Almost defying.
There was something familiar in the way she held herself high, the smile she wore friendly and warm even as alertness sparked her eyes. Declan almost thought she looked like... But he couldn't think that, couldn't get his hopes up. But one thing was for certain: this kid was one of the five other targets. And he needed to find her.
He flipped the picture over and looked at the numbers scribbled on the back. Coordinates to, according to Google Earth, Gotham City.
Declan checked his watch before pushing off the wall, slinging his back pack over his shoulder, and boarding the nearest subway.
Right before the doors shut, the song the two teens played drifted to him.
I'm coming home,
I'm coming home.
Tell the world,
I'm coming home.
A boy played gitarre a few feet off and a girl sang along. The song sounded familiar to Declan, but he was too caught up in replaying the scenes from the night before to pay enough attention to recall it.
Infiltrating the sweet, shutting off the power, attacking the men, and leaving all in five minutes. And collecting the photos, files, and all the information on himself and the five others.
Declan had destroyed them all. Burnt them to ashes. All except the one picture he held in his hand.
He sneaked a glance at it now.
There were a row of shops lining the street. The lighting was bad; it must have been taken early in the morning.
Centered in the Foto was a girl in a school uniform: plaid skirt, bleach-white dress shirt, blazer, high socks, and a blue gold-striped tie. Her long, fair hair fell past her shoulders in a curtain, tucked back behind her ear.
The datum in the corner was from a few years Vor and the girl looked about 11. The text Bücher she carried looked heavy, but her posture was straight and unburdened. Almost defying.
There was something familiar in the way she held herself high, the smile she wore friendly and warm even as alertness sparked her eyes. Declan almost thought she looked like... But he couldn't think that, couldn't get his hopes up. But one thing was for certain: this kid was one of the five other targets. And he needed to find her.
He flipped the picture over and looked at the numbers scribbled on the back. Coordinates to, according to Google Earth, Gotham City.
Declan checked his watch before pushing off the wall, slinging his back pack over his shoulder, and boarding the nearest subway.
Right before the doors shut, the song the two teens played drifted to him.
I'm coming home,
I'm coming home.
Tell the world,
I'm coming home.
Lyla.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Eyes: Blue oder Green, depends on how the light falls on her eyes.
Hair: Blonde. And short(picture above).
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised Von the joker and abandoned Von
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!
Gender: female
Species: Tiger
Relationship to team: Harleys pet
Powers:
Super strength, change color from white to orange, Sonic roar, can grow to extreme sizes. agile, all the Tiger like abilities.mental link with Harley within a 5 mile radius.
Note: Doesn't like men. likes other cat girls,and will like guys with Cat DNA , doesn't like Skylar, oder any other canine/meta human
Bio:
Harley found the large cat while on a mission in India, where she found it being tortured Von men, and receiving experimental drugs to enhance its molecular structure's. Harley saved her, and Von accidently touching her while unhooking her, they gained a mental/ telepathic link.