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"You seriously buy these things?" asked Roy, turning away from Kaldur's bücherregal and gesturing skeptically to the set of Puppen on oben, nach oben of it.
Kaldur shrugged, stirring the pot on his stove as it bubbled lightly.
"It is nice to feel in touch with the team when I am away from the Cave."
Roy sighed, stepping over to the küche tabelle and sinking down into a chair.
"You couldn't just have Fotos like a normal person?"
"I have Fotos as well," Kaldur objected. It was true – no one had yet produced Puppen of Superboy, Miss Martian oder Artemis, so various pictures of them were gepostet on his wall, above the dolls. Opening a cupboard, he brought down two bowls and began to ladle the contents of the pot into them.
"Yeah but it's just kind of…weird," sagte Roy. "And Du seriously made a new outfit for mine? Du sew?"
"It is an Earth craft," sagte Kaldur defensively, setting a bowl in front of his friend and taking a sitz opposite him. "I learned it at the Academy, in Land Studies. Your likeness was out of date. Do Du object?"
"I mean, no, it's just…"
"I am entitled to decorate my apartment as I see fit," Kaldur sagte sternly, handing Roy a spoon.
"Okay, Kal, calm down, I wasn't trying to - "
" - and I can easily break both your arms if Du continue to criticize it."
Roy blinked. There was an awkward pause.
"So…I'm going to go ahead and start abendessen now, if that's cool with you," he sagte at last.
Kaldur nodded gravely, and the two settled in to eat.
One word for Kaldur's reaction: RAGE!
"You seriously buy these things?" asked Roy, turning away from Kaldur's bücherregal and gesturing skeptically to the set of Puppen on oben, nach oben of it.
Kaldur shrugged, stirring the pot on his stove as it bubbled lightly.
"It is nice to feel in touch with the team when I am away from the Cave."
Roy sighed, stepping over to the küche tabelle and sinking down into a chair.
"You couldn't just have Fotos like a normal person?"
"I have Fotos as well," Kaldur objected. It was true – no one had yet produced Puppen of Superboy, Miss Martian oder Artemis, so various pictures of them were gepostet on his wall, above the dolls. Opening a cupboard, he brought down two bowls and began to ladle the contents of the pot into them.
"Yeah but it's just kind of…weird," sagte Roy. "And Du seriously made a new outfit for mine? Du sew?"
"It is an Earth craft," sagte Kaldur defensively, setting a bowl in front of his friend and taking a sitz opposite him. "I learned it at the Academy, in Land Studies. Your likeness was out of date. Do Du object?"
"I mean, no, it's just…"
"I am entitled to decorate my apartment as I see fit," Kaldur sagte sternly, handing Roy a spoon.
"Okay, Kal, calm down, I wasn't trying to - "
" - and I can easily break both your arms if Du continue to criticize it."
Roy blinked. There was an awkward pause.
"So…I'm going to go ahead and start abendessen now, if that's cool with you," he sagte at last.
Kaldur nodded gravely, and the two settled in to eat.
One word for Kaldur's reaction: RAGE!
"I don't wanna die!" the boy howled, digging his face into Revenge's knee.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a messer in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, Du too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a messer in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, Du too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
Prologue to Chapter Nine- "The Beginning of Mehr Troubles"
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The Zeigen is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up Von security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On oben, nach oben of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if Du can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The Zeigen is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up Von security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On oben, nach oben of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if Du can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."