Flying
13 Years Ago...
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Kids of all ages! Welcome, to the Haly Circus!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, Sam groaned as hs father dragged him into a sitz Weiter to him. "Why did we have to go to a circus?" the eleven Jahr old groaned. "I mean honestly, I've got better things to do."
"You can spend some time with me rather than beating up another nine Jahr old." his father sagte harshly, taking a bite of popcorn. "Or stealing from the vending machine."
Sam made a face and slouched down in his sitz while his father continued to eat popcorn. Sam knew why he was really here. His father needed some better PR. What better way than a father/son moment? Sam pulled out his phone and began typing things into it.
A sudden motion Von his father sent Sam straight up in his chair. The boy tucked his phone away as his father stood up and shook someone's hand. Sam couldn't see who until his father stepped aside.
Bruce Wayne and a beautiful blonde woman Sam recognized as some reporter walked past him.
"Ah, Mr. Wayne, this is my son, Sam. Sam, this is Mr. Wayne. I'm currently working on something with him. Something that will hopefully bring down crime in both our cities." Sam's father paused with a wise twinkle. "Well,New York. We don't have a flying rodent around to stop muggers."
Bruce laughed and sat down Weiter to Sam's father. Sam was squished behind two fat women who were gossiping non-stop.
"Will Du shut up?!" Sam asked, loud enough for the women to hear, but quiet enough for thesis father to completely ignore. The two women gave him disgusted looks and turned around, huffing indignantly.
"And now! For the greatest trapeze act on Earth! Ladies and Gentlemen! The Flying Graysons!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as the spotlight shifted to three people on the oben, nach oben of a very tall tower. One female, two males. One of the males was tiny, only two years younger than Sam. Yet he was the star.
The ringmaster announced the name of the mother and father as they swung out over the empty space. Seventy feet between them and the ground.
"And the youngest star, sterne of this amazing act, Dick Grayson!"
The crowd went absolutely berserk. Sam put up his phone. This was the part of the Zeigen he had wanted to see, though he'd never admit it to his father. Dick continued to wave out to the crowd, one hand on the trapeze bar.
"These three birds soar through the air, performing all these amazing stunts---"
Sam happened to glance out of the corner of his eye at the parents. Something was wrong. The cord shouldn't have been leaning them like that.
"without the safety of a net!"
TWANG!
The string snapped.
The crowd watched in horror as the two adults fell to the ground. Dick collapsed to his knees on the tower and simply looked at his parent's bodies on the ground.
Bruce Wayne was trying hard not to fall apart. He shook, his fists clenched, his eyes watered. He made his way away from the seats as the rest of the crowd screamed in horror.
30 Minuten Later
Sam's father held his son tight as the young boy who had just watched his parents fall to their death climbed into the back of Bruce Wayne's car. The crowd slowly dispersed as a bearded man in a regenmantel, trenchcoat came over to them holding a note pad.
"Names?"
"Grant?"
"Ah," the officer said. He held out his hand and Sam's father shook if. "I'm Lieutenant Gordon. I know this must be traumatic, for Du both." he looked at Sam. "Did either of Du two see anything?"
"No, I'm sorry. We got here a little late." Sam's father said.
"Thank you, Mr. Grant." Gordon said, starting to walk away.
"Sir!" Sam called out. It was the first time he'd ever addressed anyone as "sir". Gordon turned around and looked at Sam.
"Yes, son?"
"What's going to happen to the kid? Err... Dick I mean."
Gordon sighed. "It looks like Bruce Wayne's going to take care of him. There's no need to worry."
"Thank you." Sam said, somewhat reassured.
"No problem." Gordon said. He paused and looked at the father and his son. "I suggest Du hold onto your son, Mr. Grant. And the same for Du son: hold on tight."
---
"Hold on tight."
Sam's eyes filled with tears. His father was gone. Dead. Dived off the oben, nach oben of his building. No, not dived. Sam thought, clenching his fists and opening his eyes. Pushed. Not died, murdered. Right there Sam made a commitment. A commitment that he...
would have Revenge.
13 Years Ago...
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Kids of all ages! Welcome, to the Haly Circus!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, Sam groaned as hs father dragged him into a sitz Weiter to him. "Why did we have to go to a circus?" the eleven Jahr old groaned. "I mean honestly, I've got better things to do."
"You can spend some time with me rather than beating up another nine Jahr old." his father sagte harshly, taking a bite of popcorn. "Or stealing from the vending machine."
Sam made a face and slouched down in his sitz while his father continued to eat popcorn. Sam knew why he was really here. His father needed some better PR. What better way than a father/son moment? Sam pulled out his phone and began typing things into it.
A sudden motion Von his father sent Sam straight up in his chair. The boy tucked his phone away as his father stood up and shook someone's hand. Sam couldn't see who until his father stepped aside.
Bruce Wayne and a beautiful blonde woman Sam recognized as some reporter walked past him.
"Ah, Mr. Wayne, this is my son, Sam. Sam, this is Mr. Wayne. I'm currently working on something with him. Something that will hopefully bring down crime in both our cities." Sam's father paused with a wise twinkle. "Well,New York. We don't have a flying rodent around to stop muggers."
Bruce laughed and sat down Weiter to Sam's father. Sam was squished behind two fat women who were gossiping non-stop.
"Will Du shut up?!" Sam asked, loud enough for the women to hear, but quiet enough for thesis father to completely ignore. The two women gave him disgusted looks and turned around, huffing indignantly.
"And now! For the greatest trapeze act on Earth! Ladies and Gentlemen! The Flying Graysons!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as the spotlight shifted to three people on the oben, nach oben of a very tall tower. One female, two males. One of the males was tiny, only two years younger than Sam. Yet he was the star.
The ringmaster announced the name of the mother and father as they swung out over the empty space. Seventy feet between them and the ground.
"And the youngest star, sterne of this amazing act, Dick Grayson!"
The crowd went absolutely berserk. Sam put up his phone. This was the part of the Zeigen he had wanted to see, though he'd never admit it to his father. Dick continued to wave out to the crowd, one hand on the trapeze bar.
"These three birds soar through the air, performing all these amazing stunts---"
Sam happened to glance out of the corner of his eye at the parents. Something was wrong. The cord shouldn't have been leaning them like that.
"without the safety of a net!"
TWANG!
The string snapped.
The crowd watched in horror as the two adults fell to the ground. Dick collapsed to his knees on the tower and simply looked at his parent's bodies on the ground.
Bruce Wayne was trying hard not to fall apart. He shook, his fists clenched, his eyes watered. He made his way away from the seats as the rest of the crowd screamed in horror.
30 Minuten Later
Sam's father held his son tight as the young boy who had just watched his parents fall to their death climbed into the back of Bruce Wayne's car. The crowd slowly dispersed as a bearded man in a regenmantel, trenchcoat came over to them holding a note pad.
"Names?"
"Grant?"
"Ah," the officer said. He held out his hand and Sam's father shook if. "I'm Lieutenant Gordon. I know this must be traumatic, for Du both." he looked at Sam. "Did either of Du two see anything?"
"No, I'm sorry. We got here a little late." Sam's father said.
"Thank you, Mr. Grant." Gordon said, starting to walk away.
"Sir!" Sam called out. It was the first time he'd ever addressed anyone as "sir". Gordon turned around and looked at Sam.
"Yes, son?"
"What's going to happen to the kid? Err... Dick I mean."
Gordon sighed. "It looks like Bruce Wayne's going to take care of him. There's no need to worry."
"Thank you." Sam said, somewhat reassured.
"No problem." Gordon said. He paused and looked at the father and his son. "I suggest Du hold onto your son, Mr. Grant. And the same for Du son: hold on tight."
---
"Hold on tight."
Sam's eyes filled with tears. His father was gone. Dead. Dived off the oben, nach oben of his building. No, not dived. Sam thought, clenching his fists and opening his eyes. Pushed. Not died, murdered. Right there Sam made a commitment. A commitment that he...
would have Revenge.
"Quite impressive." A voice whispered in Revenge's ear.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. Du secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A transporter, van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the transporter, van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed Weiter to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the transporter, van before driving off.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. Du secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A transporter, van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the transporter, van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed Weiter to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the transporter, van before driving off.
(WARNING: If Du possess a brain Du might be able to figure something out here.)
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
stechpalme, holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
stechpalme, holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
Tag unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
