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I have a VERY trustworthy Quelle and gathered up as much information about what is going on.

~Rumor: The reason they cancelled Young Justice on Saturday was due to the fact Stephanie Brown made an apperence and they didn't have legal copyright stuff.
THIS RUMOR IS FALSE^ It's not true.

~: iTunes has removed both new episodes of Young Justice and Green Lantern: The Animated Series.

~There has been rumor that Young Justice and GLTAS will be done after this season but new information is arising that when the new Batman and Teen Titans series is coming a full out DC night will come out including the...

Step one Du say we need to talk
He walks Du say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and Du stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And Du begin to wonder why Du came

"Sit down. We need to talk." I demanded. Ciel started to walk the other way. I stood up.
"Ciel!" I yelled. He turned and smiled. He sat on the chair across from me. I sat down at stared at him. I didnt know him anymore....

Where did I go wrong, I Lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with...

She smiled leaning in the doorway " ready to go? ", " in just a Minute " he muttered standing in the bathroom mirror playing with his hair, she smiled still letting out a giggle and walked in and stepped infront of him brushing the hair out of his face, he flicked his hair back and it fell back in his face. " Bentley! " she whined out pouting playfully, he let out a giggle as she reached for his hair again as he tried blocking her with his arms. She sighed droppping her arms and put a hand at her hip and gave him a playful look " i cant quite understand Du Thompson " she said. Bentley smiled...

Talk
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Barbara sighed and pulled her kapuze, kutte off. The cold, hard piece of rubber sat on her schreibtisch and she sighed. The night had bee rough. Batman and Robin always seemed to have everything under control when she got there. She wasn't needed.

Barbara sighed again and buried her head in her hands. She woke to a sharp rapping on her door.

"Babs?" her father called. "Barbara get up!"

Barbara moaned and sat up sleepily. It was ten o' clock.

"Shit." she muttered. She was about to answer the door when she saw her cowl, which reminded her she still had her costume on.

"Barbara, for the last time--"...

I feel the rush of the wind, my panting breath, the cold stone of the tall glass fortress underneath my boots. I see the grand city as I stand in my red armor. In a sudden Bewegen I launch a rope from a small metal device and I’m flying through the air, like my name sake a robin. I’m a bird flying through the air, my duty to protect the city is strong in my heart. I-
“Prince Richard! Prince Richard!” I sigh as I tear my eyes away from the skyline from the schloss windows.
“Yes, Wallace?” I ask, as I look at the fastest messenger in the kingdom, his face was rosa from the cold winds and...

"Declan, are Du ready yet?" Aryess peered into the mirror, trying to fit in the back to her silver dangly earring.
"Almost," the 21-year-old called from the other room. "Why do I have to go to this thing again?"
"Because I want to be there when Jasper makes the big announcement."
"Again, why do I have to go?" Declan walked into the foyer wearing a navy three-piece suit. His fair hair was spiked in the front casually, somehow boyishly mature.
"To Zeigen support for our friends!" she said. "Where's Riley?"
"Tada!" the four-year-old exclaimed as he jumped up from behind the couch. His bright-blue eyes...

Okay, spoilers for Darkest (if Du haven't seen it Du have no life). Otherwise, just...read and comment? pwEASE.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to rule

Kyra passed Von the remnants of the cave, and glanced back at Demon, who was fingering the blade of her katana. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious.”
“But the cave was our home!”
“Then Du can remain here and make sure it’s real. But I’m not joking with you. This is what happens to you-- to us all in a couple years.”
She walked straight...

Don't worry, this isn't a whole new series.. I kinda got carried away, so it’s probably gonna be at least 3 parts (would that be a three-shot oder a series?? lol). BTWs this takes place when Aisling’s 8 so that’d be.......eh, Du do the math.
His eyes widened as he stepped into the alley, wrinkling his nose at the stench that wafted toward him in thick clouds. He had to walk on his tiptoes to avoid the piles of filth and unidentifiable substances, and he grimaced at the squelching noises his combat boots made on the ground. Pinching his nose shut, he scanned the alley, praying that no one...

I had to write this!!! It's just....Oh you'll have to read it! Enjoy!!!!


The smell wafted through the base. It was warm, comforting. Trevor, Zero, and Todd looked up from where they were playing cards in the living room. Zeth stood at the counter, piling Schokolade chip kekse, cookies onto a plate. Terror ventured out of his room, eyebrows raised.
“You know Zero doesn't like this,” he said.
“Screw that.”
Terror watched Zeth place a Fan Von the cookies, aimed at the vent.
“There are reasons it's not allowed,” Trevor chimed in.
“I know. Couldn't help it.”
“What are Du talking about?” Todd...

For Silverwing's challenge. Crap-ass title. Fin's... 3 years younger, I think.. not sure... *shrug*

“Chelsea!” came a high-pitched young squeal of a voice that set the teen’s nerves on edge. The kid was ten, and already she was bugging the hell out of her. The 15-year old focused on the girl who was practically bouncing with happiness. “What?” she managed to ask, attempting to keep any venom out of her voice. Mr. Wilson had told her to be somewhat nice to the brat.
“Slade promised that you’d train me today!” Infinity screeched, jumping out of practically nowhere, which was probably...

Just cuz I was borrrrrred.

This one~shot has no moral, its just stuff to read if your bored.





I woke up, covered in soft, warm blankets. I groaned and rolled over, not wanting to Bewegen from my nest of blankets.
"Come on....here we go..." Ciel sagte as he picked me up.
"Good morning." I said, groggily, and cheerfully.
"Morning sleepy feathers." He said, throwing me over his shoulder. I rubbed my eyes and felt the inconsistencies as he walked down the stairs. I felt like a lump of potatos. My legs thumped against Ciel's chest with every step he took. Ciel walked into the kitchen, pulled me off his shoulder,...

link

She stared at the faintly glowing symbol on her wrist, the pain slowly increasing along with the visibility of the mark.
"Only Maura, Karas, Carter, Kyle, and Gavin?"
"The only ones we're missing, yeah."
"Well, how much longer?"


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Boulder, Colorado:

She snuck up behind him, the smallest smirk plastered on her face. "Got you!" She squealed and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.
He laughed, tilting his head up to allow her to peck lovingly at his forehead. There were 3 oder 4 Mehr Sekunden of giggles before there was a small tap on the window in front of them, causing...

Earlier that week everything had been perfectly normal. Fin, Delta, and Robin were relaxing on the couch, flipping through channels (Connor was not pleased that they’d fixed the static--he’d disappeared into his room some time Vor complaining about his Favorit show.) M’gann was in the kitchen, Artemis was sitting on the counter. Wally was eating the burnt kekse, cookies that M’gann had pulled out some time ago, and Kaldur was sparring with Nathan in the main room.
Fin’s hand began to go even faster, smoke coming off the remote as she sped up to a Wally-like pace. The T.V. couldn’t keep...

Name: Sebastienne Bellerose Moran

Alias: Hot Shot

Occupation: Assassin, professional sniper, black gürtel martial artist.

Appearance: Long and light brown hair but sometimes dyes it black for disguises, icy blue eyes, tall.

Personality: Loud, out going, kind, serious, can be aggressive very easily, caring, loyal.

Power: She heals but not rapidly, it is possible for her to die (obviously), and she age like normal people (also obviously) . She can also heal others as well but can’t bring them back to life.

Weapons: Rifle, two hand guns, knives, explosives.

Hero outfit: Black T shirt, black or...

((Too involved in RP to change accounts))



She adjusted the small tabelle mirror, watching her reflected fingers braid her hair. She wasn't really paying attention to anything, just relaxed.
“Stop worrying, will ya? You're gorgeous.”
She jumped at the voice and turned to see the fifteen-year-old soldier sitting on her window sill.
“You scared me! I didn't know Du were here.”
The young warrior shrugged.
“I have that affect on people.”
“Not all people.”
She shrugged again, her foot hanging out the window, swinging against the sheer cliff drop the little house was located by.
“What are...

New York City
April 24, 04:09 EST

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Sam yawned and slouched down even Mehr in his seat.

“Sam!” stechpalme, holly exclaimed.

Sam groaned and hauled himself up-right in his chair. “How much longer?” he asked, yawning again.

“Thirty Minuten ago.” stechpalme, holly said, glancing at her watch. “They had a storm over Hong Kong when she took off, but I don’t see—“

“She’s fine.” Sam said, placing a hand on his girlfriend’s shoulder. “Except she’s late.”

Holly sat in silence for herself. Had Sam been awake, he would’ve noticed his girlfriend fighting an inner-battle...

Sneak Peek Red Revenge Book 1: To Deny a Hero
Copyright 66DragonAnimations 2014/2015.

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Sam was right were Rose thought he'd be: at his father's grave. She walked up as silently as possible and stayed half a dozen feet away, umbrella shielding her from the rain.

The Tag was gloomy. Dark clouds once again covered New York. Sam jerked the weeds out from around his dad's grave. He could've paid someone to. He didn't have to get his suit dirty replacing the Blumen on the grave, but he did. No one was allowed to touch his father's grave.

Sam...

“Maldita sea! Confío en que los gilipollas con los hechos que Slade Wilson, el hombre que ha arruinado mi vida, está en la cárcel, y lo sabes, no lo está! Y noooo, ese tipo exacto el mismo se niega a sacarme de la misión sólo porque tengo un problema personal con el culo, y ahora me tengo que quedar siendo pequeño ayudante de Slade otra vez! Odio a la vida! Odio, odio, odio, odio ODIO LA VIDA!”
Fin nearly screamed in anger, clutching her head and making hand motions to Aisling, who was watching her worriedly. “Um.. what language.. is that?”
“Spanish!” Fin snapped, clearly pissed...

The 18 Jahr old sat on the subway as it rolled along the tracks. His bag at his feet, containing every single thing he owned. Not much.
Declan kept his head down, haube drawn up over his wavy fair hair, earphones streaming Maroon 5 from the iPod tucked away in his jacke pocket. He wasn't staring at nothing. He was looking at his worn Tennis shoes, the floor, and the scenes from Atlantic City that kept flashing through his mind.
He did not regret killing the men. They would have hunted him down, murdered him, and done the same to the others. They got what was coming to them.
Declan felt a sudden...