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  • Ooc: Not much you will need for this! Hm... Knowledge of the DC universe, please be active and AT LEAST semi-advanced each post. (Which is about... A paragraph each post? The longer the better!)
    Okay! Now your character will be Bruce Wayne's son, a hero around the age of 18, the age my character, Diamond is. and of course, she is a villain. ^_^

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    boom! That's what echoed down the block at one of the hospitals in Gotham City. Behind the thick cloud of rubble and dust was a hole, overlooking 10 stories. hundreds of feet. "Alright, better not hold me back here old man."A high-pitched voice, though at the same time seductive spoke from inside the now moonlit hospital room. In a wheelchair, was indeed an old man. Bald, pale-skinned, tall, and not in the best shape he could be... "No idea what Miss Quinn wanted with an sack of bones and skin... But if she says so." The young girl muttered under her breath, strapping a hook to the back of the wheelchair, taking her time. then began on the sides.


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    The night breeze ruffled Tobias Wayne's hair as he poised on the side of a building, raking his gaze over the city he'd learned to love an protect. When his faster had offered him the Robin position he'd declined; Robin was a used up name anyway. He didn't want to be just another Robin. He was the Archangel, who's armor closely resembled that of the League of Shadows ninjas'. At the knowledge of a disturbance at the hospital he was up and away, free running over roofs. He gave a soft grunt of effort, not so subtly crashing in through the window."Gotta get used to that," The boy mumbled, shaking glass off his shoulders."Alright, step away from the old man. I am so not in the mood for a fight," he took one step forward, drawing the sword out of a sheath on his back.


  • Ooc: Should have said this in my first post... Still new to this site. Do you mind using a picture of your character? Tobias Wayne?
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  • Ooc: That one is giving me an error too... What is it supposed to be anyway?
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  • Ooc: Ohh okay!
    Ooo! Here's just an idea... What if they meet up together while they're not doing crime, (like in a different persona)and that's how they come to like each other? Orrrr they're already in a relationship in their different personas?

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    Ic:[img width=510 height=286]https://archive.nyafuu.org/foo…1381/81/1381816817599.jpg[/img] "Aaaand that should do it!" She said to herself after she had finished. With a shake of her hands, the young villain began wheeling the chair out toward the gaping hole. Diamond stopped, after hearing a window shatter in to pieces, an armored boy standing behind her. She sighed, and turned, crossing her arms. "Well that's not a friendly introduction is it?"

  • [align=center][color=black][font=georgia]I like the second one x3


    The young hero steadied himself, shaking his head to clear it. At the sound of her voice his hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, and his eyes visibly narrowed."I wasn't going for friendly." He growled in a low voice. There was a certain air about him, indescribable of course. It margin seem friendly but at the same time not. The mask around his mouth moved with every word he spoke."I was going for dangerous."


  • Ooc: Oooo okay then! It's settled!
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    Ic: Diamond blinked a few times, purposely seeming as if she wasn't paying attention. "Ohhh!" Diamond spoke, coming to realization. "Don't care!" She playfully put her index finger to her bottom lip, pushing the silent man on the chair out the window without a care. Hopefully she had set the hooks up right... Eh. Didn't matter. One dead person. But they Miss Quinn also needed that person...

  • [align=center][color=black][font=Georgia]With a slight growl he jumped forward, aiming to grab the chair quickly. The boy was tired and just wanted to go home and sleep. Parkour and butt-kicking was not helping his situation at all.


    Rushed post, sorry


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    [img width=510 height=286]https://archive.nyafuu.org/foo…1381/81/1381816817599.jpg[/img] "Hold on there big guy." Diamond teased with a smirk, lifting her leg up and swinging it toward his face since she was in between the both of them. As far as she knew, he was just some sort of wannabe hero. Nothing like Batman or the others she heard of.

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    He ducked out of the way quickly, jumping back as well. He flipped the blade around to the hilt, not wanting any blood or death. He swung out his arm, narrowing his eyes and biting his lip. He gave a soft growl, hoping to feel a collision somewhere, hopefully a shoulder or head.



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    [img width=510 height=286]https://archive.nyafuu.org/foo…1381/81/1381816817599.jpg[/img] "You really are some wannabe hero, aren't you?" The black and red colored schemed girl laughed, ducking and sweeping her leg under his. "I ain't got time to play around for long ya know." Although, playing around with this guy was fun. She really wished that she could go on further. But there was a time limit. Cops... Guns... That sort of stuff going on.

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    The boy stumbled back, falling on his back with a loud curse and a grunt. He lifted his head before leaping up, shaking his head to clear it. He had a bit of a problem with head pains, but it hurt less than usual an he was okay. He had to stop this before she got away and he knew it.



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    [img width=510 height=286]https://archive.nyafuu.org/foo…1381/81/1381816817599.jpg[/img] Diamond stood up, and yawned with a stretch, her hands up to the sky. "Well, it was fun and all... But I gotta go." With a chuckle, she let herself fall backward arms outstretched. But she wasn't going to go out like that or anything. She planned to grab the line that led all the way down to catch herself. "See ya!"

  • [align=center][color=black][font=georgia]He gave a sharp, "No!" Before lunging and attenpting to grab her. He couldn't afford to let her escape in any way, and he really didn't feel like explaining to his father how he let a villain get away. He knew his father would be angry; it was his nature. He dug his sword into the ground to keep a grip. If he slipped off he was gone; he never carries a grapnel gun. He has different training from his father. He didn't require one ever. Well. Hardly ever.