Superboy Babysitting

“Super Boy, Wonder Girl, Robin, Bumble Bee, रिपोर्ट to the mission room” Nightwing said. I got up from the सोफ़ा, सोफे and walked to the mission room, followed द्वारा Robin. The two girls met us there.
“I want आप four on a stealth mission. आप four are Beta Squad. I’ll send another squad in behind आप incase आप need reinforcements” Nightwing said
“What, exactly, are we doing?” Wonder Girl asked
“Infiltrating a genetics lab in Gotham; one that Pamela Isling used to work at”
“Who?” I asked
“Poison Ivy” Nightwing said. We nodded and ran off to sphere, who flew us to the lab. When...

“So, आप got anything to drink?” I asked
“Cooler in the back” she nodded. I walked back and pulled out a Pepsi. I charged it. I walked to the door. I saw बैटमैन and Robin pursuing me.
“Bomb’s away!” I cried, dropping the Pepsi. It exploded mid-air, turning into a giant foamy cloud, covering our escape. Domino took the hint and flew as fast as the chopper went. It jerked forward, sending me stumbling out the door.
“Gambette!” Kurt cried. He teleported under me, but I moved him just before we hit ground. He landed on चोटी, शीर्ष of me. Thank God for my prehensile hair. It softened my...

Kurt pulled the gauze out and gingerly wrapped it around my wound. I bit my lip as pain shot through my arm.
"Why did they want you?" Wanda asked
"I was bait. Bait for a certain father that never cared for me" I spat. Laura, Wanda and Laurna all snarled in unison.
"You misunderstand, mon Cheri. I do care for my daughter" Remy said, coming up to us.
"Gambit" I snarled
"Bon soir, mon ami" he grinned. I slapped him across the face.
"You're the reason I'm in this mess in the first place!" I shrieked
“And I am sorry आप had to get involved with our family rivalry” he said
“No you’re not. You’re...

I dropped Gambit. I stepped towards them. They all backed up.
“Y-you’re not actually scared of me…are you?” I asked. None of them answered. My eyes widened. I ran off.
“Gambette to Batman. I’m out. If आप want me, have fun trying to find me” I said, before throwing my comm. unit on the ground. I ran to the industrial area of New York City and saw a train pulling away. On one box it कहा New Orleans. I grinned and hopped in. I pulled my बरसती, लबादा tight around my body. As long as I didn’t use my powers, I would be fine. No one would be able to track me. I dozed off. I woke to the train...

In the blink of an eye, Quick Silver was holding me in a head lock.
“Sorry, kid” he said.
“So am I” I कहा before flipping him over my head. I pulled out a communicator.
“Gambette to Scarlet Witch! Pietro is back. He’s here in New York with the Brother Hood. I need some help” I said. Domino quickly loaded her guns.
“Scatter!” I yelled, flipping over behind a corner. Domino shot at me a couple times before moving in. I brought out my bow staff. As she came around the corner, I smacked her up-side the head, knocking her out.
“Sorry, D. If आप had joined me, I wouldn’t have...

((So here's a drabble I wrote..because I think these two would kill each other if they got the chance.))

"Shut up Blade, I'm obviously और appealing!"
"Excuse me?"
"Face it!"
"Men, and woman, obviously want me और than you."
"No, but आप know what I think?"
"Nothing! Because आप don't have a brain--so आप can't think!!"
"I think, you're jealous."
"Of who? You? Don't make me laugh, Stevenson."
"Yes, I think you're jealous that I have और of a chest than आप do."

~

Anya walked into the empty parlor, just wanting some food, but all she discovered was a red faced blonde. Her hands were planted on the table...

All the info I can give आप guys without completely spoiling TIB.

Name: Declan Conners

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Relations: older brother- Daemian Weston; younger sister- Aryess Weston; nephew- Riley Conners; parents- deceased

Occupation: vigilante/ assassin

Alliances: free lancer (Ex-League of Shadows)

Physical Descrip: 6' 2", 205 lbs, muscular (benches 250), fair hair -usually bro-hawked-, sky blue eyes.

Personality: cynical, independent, good at keeping his emotions in check, slightly detached, all together soldier-like

Powers: invisibility (to sight, body-heat censors, and aura-censors)

Skills: espionage,...

Honesty had subjected the Hexagons to him; he commanded, they obeyed. Snowflake and the others were not succeeding at getting their comrades back to their original selves. But soon the तालिका, टेबल started to turn.

Snowflake came close swinging her sword at Honesty, but to her sudden surprise someone grabbed her द्वारा the hair and threw her in the दीवार that once chained her comrades. She crashed through the wall, rolling onto the floor of the room behind it. She struggle to her feet as Jaivus stepped in behind her with sapphire glowing eyes and chest.
"Ashley dates this guy?" She asked herself rhetorically....

The sound of an alarm was the only thing that brought the boy to, not the eerie silence of the apartment, या the screeching siren that sounded throughout Gotham's streets. An outstretched arm hit the snooze button before rising, blonde hair hanging over his face. Shane grumbled out and turned the alarm off completely, staring at the blurry clock face. "It's almost noon.." He turned and looked out over the window, dragging himself out of बिस्तर to push the curtains open. The male then frowned at the gray skies and rain that left downtown Gotham in an overcast. He turned from the window and walked...

The room was heavy with the sound of a प्रशंसक rotating, papers gently flipping over. The apartment was nearly bare, save for a cluttered desk, a coffee table, lamp, and old couch. A बिस्तर and one near emptied dresser made up the bedroom. Light poured in from the bathroom, the water in the sink trickling slowly into a puddle. On the couch, was a man made of lean, sinewy muscles. His black as midnight hair lay flat on his forehead from a slight perspiration. Facing him, sitting in his crossed lap, was a girl. Her short red hair like आग in the bland room. Their lips locked in a tangle of passion...

Hello everyone. I thought it was time for a bit of an update. Since Life has been busy, I've had less time to write. So sadly, I have to put all stories on hold. Along with that, I have decided to create a new generation of oc's so to speak. So this is a सूची of the First Generation Ocs (again not the Outsiders) and where they have moved on to/what they do in light of the new generation. I'll still write about them, but I thought it was time for a new start. I'll introduce the first few members of the New Generation soon. But until then, feel free to speak your mind.


First Generation:

Shade-Rebecca...

Ashton had just walked back outside he looked around to see if Matrix या any of his demons were out."The coast is clear everybody आप can all come out!"he yelled and all the others came running out."Alright let's find the others, and this time we'll all stick together." Jaime suggested and they all started searching."Do आप think they're all okay?"Khanna worried,"I'm sure their fine प्यार besides they have Jake with them.He always protects everyone."Ashton smiled,"You really प्यार him don't you?"Khanna asked.Ashton turned his head facing her and कहा "More than anything, and आप really प्यार all...

Fang opened his eyes to a pair of black combat boots, 
"Wake up Fang." Seraphs picked Fang up द्वारा his कमीज, शर्ट and sat on him on the edge of the boat. Fang looked at him sleepily and glanced down and the ropes around his wrist and ankles. 
"What did आप do?" 
"Nothing. Yet." Seraphs smirked and shoved Fang off the side. 



Scott sat at his piano, presses बिना सोचे समझे keys, seeing which ones rang into a series of melodic tunes. 
"Nope" Scott leafed through some sheet music. "Hm....whats this?" He smiled and looked at Mel out of the corner of his eye, he sat down and let his fingers glide across the keys. ...

Was up in the middle of the night. I needed to get the reasons I hate the color red. NO OFFENCE TO THE RED LIKERS!



Red.

The color of blood. The color of fire. The color of hatred. The color of pain.

Her प्रिय color was red. Untill the night....


She came घर from school like any other day. She had gotten good grades. She was happy. Her hair was the scarlet color. She had loved it. When she got up to her front door.......something....wasnt right.... Her mother usually waited द्वारा the door to await her. This time....they didnt rush to the door. It seemed odd to her at first. But she entered. She...

SilverWings swam back up towards the surface, towards the light of the sun. Before she reached it though, a hand grasped her ankle and pulled her back down.
Silver kicked out, and the hand let go. In a moment, another grip settled on her hips, this one lighter and और gentle. Silver whirled around, only to have soft lips meet her own. The hands on her waist moved up her back and pulled her closer.
South pulled back a moment later. A stream of bubbles escaped his lips as he met Silver's startled eyes.
South released his grip and kicked himself upwards to the air above. He was still laughing when...

So, as I've been gone, I've grown. My characters have grown with me. So, I'm going to give आप an update! He's changed quite a bit.. whoops.

Character’s Name, Nicknames, and Aliases
Ciel E. Norrian, often called "Chopsticks" द्वारा Damian (brother). He has no known aliases.

Age, Sex, Ethnicity
17 years of age, caucasian, male

Hair colour, Eye colour, Height, Weight
Hair will change colour depending on mood, with pure white being the best mood and near black being the worst. His eyes are wisteria, and his left iris broken. He stands at 6'4, 147lbs.

Scars, Birthmarks, Tattoos, Piercings and other Defining...

((In the last part, since I take so long to write...Shit happened..))

It was a few मिनटों before midnight. The moon was full and gracing the land with a beautiful silvery hue. I pulled the mask over my face, taking a deep breath in. Then out. My hands fastened the बेल्ट around my waist, zipped up the jacket, and pulled up the hood. I figured I had about another fifteen मिनटों before Declan's scent was lost, never to be picked up again. I had made it my goal to hunt him down, as he done me. Not kill him, yet, but follow...see if he'd lead me to the other three.

I was down the hall when I heard...

In this life, in my past ones, I've been called many names. My name becomes a mockery to others who don't know my powers. Despite the form I now am, I remember everything from my past; still feel pain from wounds long पूर्व healed. Some call it destiny, other fate, but it's just life. I've passed from one life to the अगला without so much as मिनटों passing by. I've died many times, some द्वारा my own hands. Yet it seems this is my curse, my burden to carry. I have लॉस्ट all close to me only to have new ones be taken द्वारा death. I'm a devil, a monster, a necromancer. I deserve nothing. Because of me,...