“A broken spine, a concussion, several other broken bones, and oh right, you put him into a coma! We needed him to talk!”
Outside The Futokka Otoko: Yamanouchi, Japan
July 20, 2007: 11:21PM
Kim and Ron listened to one of the Yamanouchi cops go off on them for ten minutes. By this point the kids had all been shipped off, and with the help of six orderlies, they managed to unearth the Sumo Ninja and send him on his way to the hospital.
“We’re sorry. It won’t happen again,” Kim said, her eyes darting back and forth between the officer and Ron, who had remained silent the whole time.
“Do your parents even know you’ve been here?”
“Believe me, they know,” Kim growled, grabbing Ron by the hand and leading him off of the crime scene. “I’m hungry. You hungry?” she asked, forcing a smile at him. He didn’t respond.
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“Alright, Ron, I want you on the hostage situation. I’ll take care of the mob, okay?”
“KP, you sure? These guys are packing, I want to be there with you.”
The Futokka Otoko: Yamanouchi, Japan
July 20, 2007: 9:42PM
A dark night in Yamanouchi. Clouds loomed overhead, threatening a storm.
Kneeling on top of a dilapidated nightclub was Team Possible. Ron was dressed in his standard mission attire, Kim in her battle suit; it was the only way she could really keep up with Ron in the missions now. The wind was blowing harshly.
“Ron, trust me. Sensei and Yori have trained you well for a hostage mission where you have to get in and out unnoticed,” Kim explained earnestly.
“KP, you’re talking to the guy who always loses his pants.”
“You’re not going to lose your pants. We’ve come a long ways from there,” Kim affirmed. At least I hope. “My suit will help me against the mob, but I need you to focus on getting those kids out of there.”
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The ocean of blood went as far as the eye could see. Unspeakable anguish in the place of the midsummer land that was once their home. The Third Impact.
Somehow, the world was able to become what they knew it to be after the Second Impact. People were able to come together and rebuild, and breathe life into something so hollow and so longing.
Miss Misato witnessed that, but it very much seemed like she was gone, as was anyone else. All that remained was Shinji’s feeble hands clutched to her throat, thumb against the windpipe.
She guessed that she felt numb. It was hard to say.
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This drawing makes no sense but I am very tired and laughed a lot making it, sorry. 😦
It was only a few weeks into Dick’s war on crime that he found himself in the Middle East, doing what else but dueling Ra’s Al Ghul himself around the rim of the Lazarus Pit. It was fun when he was a kid and Ra’s was this upper-crust frenemy of Bruce’s that lit something up in his eyes, their banter electrifying. As an adult though, he just wanted to scream at Ra’s to get over the Lazarus Pit inspired villainy because it wasn’t happening.
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“Hey, KP, can we talk?”
“Now’s not really a good time, Ron.”
“Aw c’mon, KP, we do this kind of thing all the time during missions.”
“…okay, that’s fair, what’s up?”
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Gordon’s funeral passed by Bruce’s ears at a low hum. An eternal bullet whirring around his head like a pesky fly. Vague memories of Jim flashed by in his mind, but they came out like film strips that were exposed to light before they got to tell their story.
He wanted to remember the man he fought alongside, the man who without hesitation was always there to make things happen, a man who had given up everything just so he could fight another day. Continue reading “Rebirth (Chapter 2 – a Batman fanfic)”
“So, how has the Lowardian Invasion affected what you two do?”
“Well, uh…you know…”
“No I don’t know, that’s why I asked.”
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The door bell had been thundering through the empty halls of stately Wayne Manor like a disagreeable newborn, its wails painful and unending. Bruce Wayne awoke to it finally, images of firearms going off plastered in his mind. A bad dream.
The bell rang for a perfect four seconds and then started anew immediately, as if the ringer knew when exactly to hit the button to chain the sound together into one long continuous annoyance.
This was unheard of within the walls of Wayne Manor.
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One hundred twenty shrines, nine hundred Korok seeds, four Divine Beasts, and many nights spent running away from Stalchildren instead of sleeping, and Link still found himself getting pummeled by Calamity Ganon.
Dead-eyed, Link bounced up and down off the floor as Ganon swung his fists into our mighty hero. The pain ricocheted through his body, splitting each nerve end, bones crumbling to dust. Yet all the while, Link could not bring himself to summon Daruk, the Goron Champion, to come to his aid and shield him from Ganon’s terrifying wrath.
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