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Trapper Part 5

Dakota City

13:47 EST, March 3,

"Batman to Static!"

"Yo, Bats!" Virgil yelled, throwing a dumpster کی, ڈمپسٹر at a group of terrorists. "I could use some help!"

"So could New York. We need آپ to-"

"In case آپ didn't grasp the picture, I'm busy dealing with a detachment of Trapper's goons. I can't help."

"The entire Justice League is trapped on the Watchtower, Superman is offworld, and the only one who can get to New York in time besides آپ is Impulse. He doesn't stand a chance!"

"What about the rest of your guys? Robin? Batgirl? Huntress?"

"At the Cave. And Helena is overseas!"

Static yelled an...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
I got borrrrred! So I'm writing this! Not sure how long this shall continue...

Lexi, even though she was little, had a devious little mind. She had buttered the floor, making it slippery. She took a quarter out of her pocket, and slid it across the floor, it slid across perfectly. She smirked, this was a good prank, and maybe she would earn the عنوان of, "Prank Master". This would be great...

Jaime rubbed his eyes groggily, and stepped--scratch that--slipped into the kitchen. He slid, and clumsily fell onto his rear. Lexi was giggling madly, sitting on the counter. Jaime winced, then looked up...
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Part 3:
“So, Dana, How did Mockingbird and آپ meet?”
Robin and Shadow were outside practicing throwing ring-dings and batarangs on a dart-board which was used for practicing archery. Even though Robin was مزید experienced than Shadow, they were both of equal ability in most things and so far they were both tied.
“Well”, Shadow started, throwing a batarang which hit spot on in the middle. “You remember Barbara Gordon reading out the schools news and announced there will be two students one in freshman سال and junior year?”
“Yah,” Robin said, recalling the image of the cute freshman...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
I know! I know! You're tired of one~shots about Mel. My little trooper. But I had to, so you'll live.

I peeled myself from the wall, which now had a Mel-shaped dent in it. I giggled and continued running around the cave. Katana giggled and joined me. We took turns rolling around on the floor, and acting like crazy, Mercy-clones. What? Mercy is random and I love her for that! Fang entered the room. He looked at me, then Katana, then the Mel-shaped dent in the wall. I giggled, the thought of Katana thinking he was a she was hilarious. But, then again, she thought everyone was a girl. Fang stared...
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Part 2:
Spectrum was in her room in Mount Justice. She had sheets of metal around her room and was testing her powers. Now she was trying to see if the Spark could actually cut through the metal than مہر it off back again. She didn’t know why she was doing this. Even Ms Martian when walking past asked her frequently but the only reason she was doing this was because it helped her stay focused, and she also did a neat job on سب, سب سے اوپر of it.
She closed her eyes and raised her hand. She could feel the heat in her دل flowing through her left hand. Peeking under her lashes she saw a multi coloured...
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posted by Blitz359
[A/N] Um....hello. I'm new to the club. The reason I'm doing this mostly is because one of my good IRL friends, who آپ know as SilverWings13 / SilverWingsYJ, kind of....well....persuaded me to do this to RP. She can be very convincing at times. I mean, she's the reason I even got into Young Justice, which is one of my few پسندیدہ shows.

Anyway, here it is. Oh, if this is similar to someone else's OC, then I apologize. If آپ want, I'll take this down and we never have to speak of this again, 'cause I'm that type of person :P.

Name: Richi Devilin

Alias: Hell Apostle

Age: 16

Skin Color: Almost peach,...
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Okay, I was bored and didn’t feel like sleeping, so I wrote this. This is dedicated to all the couples out there, which is why I don’t actually use names, instead using a generic “he” and “she”. Warning: may have some slightly graphic content (by that I mean blood, death, et cetera) and extreme sob factor (if ya know what I mean). :P
This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it...

The darkness weighed down on her shoulders, all in itself a tangible thing that pressed its massive self upon her. She strained her eyes, struggling to make out...
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posted by The_Writer
NEW OCs!!!!

Name: Alexa Veda
Code Name: N/E
Race: Caucasian
Age: 16
Hair/Eye Color: Black/Blue
Height/Weight: 5' 4"/121 lb.
Civilian Clothes: Black tank-top/ dark jeans, جیکٹ یا black mini skirt, midnight blue top.
Hero Uniform: Tattoos on face glow white when willed یا powers are in use to disguise Identity. Dark blue, form-fitting, sleeveless dress that reaches knees. Hair Band.
Superpowers: Control over mystical arts, specifically water and air. آگ کے, آگ if powers stretched. Scout of The Gang

Name: John Delegos
Code Name: Hammer
Race: African
Age: 18
Hair/Eye Color: Black/Black
Height/Weight: 6' 3"/257 lb....
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posted by Robin_Love
“What do آپ mean I can't go?!”
“I mean آپ will not go.”
“But mom that's not-”
“It's final Mel.”
The young teen screamed in frustration.
“Why not?”
“Because I don't think آپ should. You're a young girl.”
“Ugh! You're ruining my life!”
Mel flew off angrily. Devin waited till she heard the door slam before rubbing the headache that was coming on. Her daughter was a handful but Devin was okay with it. She walked into the kitchen, grabbing a few herbs and warming some water. She closed her eyes and crushed a few herbs, chanting some weird language. She waited for just a minute...
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posted by Mclovin_69
Name: Milton Khaners

Alias: Conscience

Age: 15

Appearance: he has kind of curly and wavy brown hair and crystal blue eyes.

Powers/Skills: he has the ability to read others problems and feelings and can talk to people in their minds helping them out, hes basically like your conscience and like a fortune cookie XD. Hes a very good advice giver.

Civvies: he wears beige cargo pants and a green sweater with a snapback hat.

Personality: he is a very quiet and shy person ( especially around girls ) he is مزید on a bit of the nerdy side and smart side.

Past: unknown.
Dear Every-OC-And-RPer-Out-There-In-This-Club,


>;D did I have آپ going? Did the عنوان trick you? No? -_-

LOL! Anyway!

I want to thank you, for all of the مضامین and awesome memories آپ have made. All of آپ are awesome people and deserve to be awarded THE-AWESOME-AWARD! This goes FOR EVERYONE! ^-^ I love the مضامین آپ guys post! I want آپ peoplez of the world to know I READ EVERY ONE! Even if I'm too lazy to comment... :P
This is really random and stupid but people do hate on us and I thought it's time for some appreciation. EVERYONE...
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Trapper Part 4

Trapper busted open the door to his warehouse and hauled مرکت, ایمرلڈ in.

"You have what I want?" he yelled into the darkness.

The lights in the warehouse ticked on, one-by-one until a dark, female silhouette could be seen on the balcony of the سیکنڈ story.

"Yes." she said, tossing him a bag and walking down he stairs. مرکت, ایمرلڈ sucked in her breath quietly as she saw Nightingale emerge from the shadows.

The villainess was clothed in a dark, baggy T-shirt and jeans. Even out of her form-fitting outfit, she was beautiful. مرکت, ایمرلڈ struggled against her guards, who had already handcuffed her...
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Trapper Part 3

2 Months Later...

Explosions rocked through the city. People ran and screamed as cars flipped over themselves, spraying shrapnel into buildings, people, other vehicles.

Emerald grappled through the city, crashing into a car with her feet and somehow prevented it from landing on a mother and her child, redirecting the object with her weight. The mother ran off without thanking the blonde heroine. مرکت, ایمرلڈ looked around. With all the explosions and guns, she had moved to a full body suit.

While it wasn't Revenge's, it was still Kevlar with sewn in bullet/stab resistant armor. Her costume...
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posted by The_Writer
Yep! I hate to do it, but what's got to be done's got to be done and I don't see no one else doing nothin!

Alrighty, time for a rant about OCs and me to drop the excessive southern accent.

Let me be blunt: TOO MANY!!!! I have a horrible memory and am way too obsessed with my own to give a damn about many others. Look: I know the basic ones: SW, Becca, Willow, GB, I'm assuming Fin is Arty's baby they didn't put up for adoption, I dunno. See, this club is like the Kardashians:

Miss one day, آپ know nothing.

Sure, I understand we've all got a creative side (to some varying degree) and we want to...
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posted by Robin_Love
“We need to know what's going on!” Alek exclaimed.
“Yeah but Tara won't tell us,” Silver rationalized.
“But there is one who might know,” Ciel interrupted.
“Yeah. Except she's completely dropped off the face of the Earth! Not even Batman could locate her!”
“Silver's right. We have no way of knowing where she is! “
Fang, who had been leaning against the wall, held up two fingers as if to “I have your solution.” They looked over at him at the sudden gesture.
“You three forget I'm married to her confident.”
“Devin knows where she is?”
Fang nodded.
“And آپ knew the whole...
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posted by Mclovin_69
 Bentleys dad
Bentleys dad
" I wanna be drunk when i wake up on the right side of the wrong بستر and evet excuse i made up ,tell آپ the truth that i get hate what didnt kill me it never made me stronger at all "

He rolled over opening up his blue eyes that were mopped underneath black hair, he sat up looking around the room knowing he was now in an empty بستر alone, like he had been for years. He was hoping this دل ache would make him stronger but it only made him feel worse. He scratched the black rubble on his chin as he looked at the دیوار of his room as empty بیئر cans were filled on his nightstands. He blinked a...
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posted by The_Writer
The crimson and black clad vigilante made his way into the kitchen. بیئر and بیئر as far as one could see. Crusty sandwiches, empty potato chip bags littered the room. Revenge bent over to look for something when he heard a slight whimpering sound from the اگلے room. He wasn't prepared for a dog.

When Revenge walked into the room, he saw Melody sitting on the couch. Her گزشتہ skimpy maid costume was gone. She was covered in an untied bathrobe. Her brown hair was damp, clinging to her shoulders. Revenge walked over to the window and looked at her. A sudden bolt of lightning flashed behind...
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What Matters is the fifth book in the Red Revenge/DC Comics crossover series. It will be published January 5, 2013 on ONLY.

Scene 1:
"...what appears to have been an excellent night of crime-fighting for the hero Red Revenge. According to early police reports, over 300 criminals have been arrested tonight, all bloody and battered from a confrontation with Red Revenge. The Black Hero made his way from the reconstruction of Grant Tower to the Bronx. A five mile trip that appears to have been highly successful."

"But is Red Revenge breaking the law? Is he endangering the citizens of...
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This Fanfiction has been rated "M" for Mature. Reader's Discretion is advised. Extreme Violence, adult language & content, sexual content, debatable actions سے طرف کی characters, public trauma, extreme cussing, and other questionable events will occur. It is highly suggested that viewers younger than fifteen do not read this. It is also the author's suggestion that if anyone of any age feels offended سے طرف کی any of the content mentioned above, that they do not read it.


This fanfiction was originally delayed two weeks due to the tragic shootings in Aurora, Colorado. Events in this fanfiction...
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posted by SilverWings13
The handmaid, stormy grey eyes, fair untamed locks that had escaped their bun falling in her face, turned from the cutting board and sliced veggies toward the gentle, commanding voice that had called her name. “The princess requests your presence.”
Aryess nodded, curtsied, and walked past the young, dark haired butler to the servant’s staircase. She exchanged a glance with him, a momentary flicker of reassurance in his deep ashy eyes before she entered the dim lit stairwell. Aryess blamed the musty, oppressing air and the steep climb as the ذریعہ of the persperation accumulating...
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