What Matters is the fifth book in the Red Revenge/DC Comics crossover series. It will be published January 5, 2013 on Fanfiction.net 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 New York? Some groups and individuals are speaking out against New York's hero despite the significant drop in crime rate. Samuel Grant, new CEO of Grant Industries and partner to billionaire Bruce Wayne, had this to say:"
"I have no تبصرہ except to say that these vigilante attacks, yes attacks Mr. Dalmino, are acts of aggression, trespassing, and injustice to New York's citizens. What's to say Revenge isn't a criminal, using the front of a hero to take over the criminal underworld?"
"Damn straight!" the grizzly man said, holding up an empty بیئر bottle to the light of the television. He noticed the lack of liquid in the bottle and turned to look at the only fully lit area of the apartment: the kitchen.
"Melody! Bring me another!"
A timid, dirty, brunette girl stumbled into the room, carrying a بیئر bottle and a plate of chips. She handed them individually to her father. She tried to smooth out her short سکرٹ, گھیرنا her father made her wear.
Her father looked like a pig. In truth, he was Alexander Handsik, head of a major company in Seattle which had recently moved its headquarters to New York. He didn't shave, his pants sagged, and his ratty t-shirt didn't fit his stomach. He snatched the بیئر bottle from his daughter and took a long draught before spitting it all over her and smashing the bottle at her feet.
"You worthless piece of trash!" he said, voice rising with his body out of the chair. "You're as rotten as your mother! آپ know I like Cooler!"
"Sorry dad!" The girl exclaimed in fear, backing up. "I tried five different stores! They were all out!"
"You think آپ can make excuses?!" the man half-yelled. The walls were soundproof, songs had no worries anyone would hear him. "I ought to toss آپ through the indie and make آپ get some مزید right now!"
The man raised his hand to hit his daughter who screamed and ran for the door. She pushed it open. Her father grabbed her and she slipped, knocking a box of baseballs to the ground. One rolled out the door and hit someone's foot.
Grant quickly zipped up his motorcycle جیکٹ and stood a little straighter, delivering a cold glare to Handsik. Handsik, quickly realizing the situation, acted like he was helping his daughter up and net her to "wash up". He closed the door and met Sam in the hallway.
"Silly girls, slipping on loose clothing." Handsik said, smiling at Grant.
"Oh that's what it was." Sam replied coldly. "I thought I had heard an attack and was coming to make sure آپ two were...okay." Grant narrowed his eyes at the last part.
"Perfectly fine." Handsik replied cheerfully. He noticed Sam's bloody face. "Though آپ can say the same."
"Getting mugged is just as low as beating up little girls." Sam said. "I'm glad we don't stoop that low, Mr. Handsik."
"Yes, yes." Handsik said. "You know my daughter's eighteen and itching to get out of the house."
"Can't imagine why." Sam pulled the baseball from the ground and slipped his thumb over it, secretly planting a bug. "Here's your ball back."
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 New York? Some groups and individuals are speaking out against New York's hero despite the significant drop in crime rate. Samuel Grant, new CEO of Grant Industries and partner to billionaire Bruce Wayne, had this to say:"
"I have no تبصرہ except to say that these vigilante attacks, yes attacks Mr. Dalmino, are acts of aggression, trespassing, and injustice to New York's citizens. What's to say Revenge isn't a criminal, using the front of a hero to take over the criminal underworld?"
"Damn straight!" the grizzly man said, holding up an empty بیئر bottle to the light of the television. He noticed the lack of liquid in the bottle and turned to look at the only fully lit area of the apartment: the kitchen.
"Melody! Bring me another!"
A timid, dirty, brunette girl stumbled into the room, carrying a بیئر bottle and a plate of chips. She handed them individually to her father. She tried to smooth out her short سکرٹ, گھیرنا her father made her wear.
Her father looked like a pig. In truth, he was Alexander Handsik, head of a major company in Seattle which had recently moved its headquarters to New York. He didn't shave, his pants sagged, and his ratty t-shirt didn't fit his stomach. He snatched the بیئر bottle from his daughter and took a long draught before spitting it all over her and smashing the bottle at her feet.
"You worthless piece of trash!" he said, voice rising with his body out of the chair. "You're as rotten as your mother! آپ know I like Cooler!"
"Sorry dad!" The girl exclaimed in fear, backing up. "I tried five different stores! They were all out!"
"You think آپ can make excuses?!" the man half-yelled. The walls were soundproof, songs had no worries anyone would hear him. "I ought to toss آپ through the indie and make آپ get some مزید right now!"
The man raised his hand to hit his daughter who screamed and ran for the door. She pushed it open. Her father grabbed her and she slipped, knocking a box of baseballs to the ground. One rolled out the door and hit someone's foot.
Grant quickly zipped up his motorcycle جیکٹ and stood a little straighter, delivering a cold glare to Handsik. Handsik, quickly realizing the situation, acted like he was helping his daughter up and net her to "wash up". He closed the door and met Sam in the hallway.
"Silly girls, slipping on loose clothing." Handsik said, smiling at Grant.
"Oh that's what it was." Sam replied coldly. "I thought I had heard an attack and was coming to make sure آپ two were...okay." Grant narrowed his eyes at the last part.
"Perfectly fine." Handsik replied cheerfully. He noticed Sam's bloody face. "Though آپ can say the same."
"Getting mugged is just as low as beating up little girls." Sam said. "I'm glad we don't stoop that low, Mr. Handsik."
"Yes, yes." Handsik said. "You know my daughter's eighteen and itching to get out of the house."
"Can't imagine why." Sam pulled the baseball from the ground and slipped his thumb over it, secretly planting a bug. "Here's your ball back."
ITS HIM!!(Too lazy to photoshop the eyes.)
Brendan stood in his Navy uniform in silence.
"Why....why did آپ do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started writing his دوستوں name on the wall. They begged آپ not to go into this. آپ knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged آپ gods sake. I don't get why آپ did it...but I guess آپ made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, آپ felt it was your place, to take that spot. But آپ brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only آپ could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put آپ through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
"Why....why did آپ do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started writing his دوستوں name on the wall. They begged آپ not to go into this. آپ knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged آپ gods sake. I don't get why آپ did it...but I guess آپ made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, آپ felt it was your place, to take that spot. But آپ brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only آپ could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put آپ through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
"Why did آپ not tell us?" Nightwing asked. "Why was it so important to hide the fact آپ and Artemis were related?"
"You didn't need to know." Revenge said. "I give out my information on a need-to-know basis."
The Black Hero grabbed the former Boy Wonder سے طرف کی the collar. "And my identity was NOT need to know."
Nightwing shoved Red Revenge off and started walking towards the bioship.
"You'll regret it one day, Dick!" Revenge called. Nightwing stopped. "You'll regret walking away right here and now."
Nightwing clenched his fists and walked slowly towards the bio-ship.
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"You didn't need to know." Revenge said. "I give out my information on a need-to-know basis."
The Black Hero grabbed the former Boy Wonder سے طرف کی the collar. "And my identity was NOT need to know."
Nightwing shoved Red Revenge off and started walking towards the bioship.
"You'll regret it one day, Dick!" Revenge called. Nightwing stopped. "You'll regret walking away right here and now."
Nightwing clenched his fists and walked slowly towards the bio-ship.
DIVIDED WE FALL
Out Now
only on fanfiction.net
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