I'm titling this as an anicdote, because I thought it up as I went and had no actual plan. Kinda like all me stories ;) and yes, the title is Sil's undercover name. This has nothing to do with her, I just really love that name!
Under the stars, in the dark, on the verge of the shadows, crouched a hideous gargoyle. It was black and constructed from black marble. Two curved horns protruded from its head. Its mouth was wide open in a snarl of sharp teeth, and above it the empty eye sockets glared blankly at the city. It's ridged wings were lifted of its back, as if any moment the lifeless stone would lift from its perch and glide around the buildings.
Everything about it was hard. Cold. And threatening.
It was everything the teenager wanted to be. The 15-year-old sat on the ledge above the gargoyle, face and thoughtful expression hidden by the shadows of a grey hood. Every inch of clothing was covered by the granite colored cloak, the only article being the laced boots that dangled over the safety of the roof.
The ruffle of a cape in the wind made the teenager shoot to attention, feet planted firmly on the roof of the high-rise.
The cape resettled in place in the man's back. It's dark navy material blended in with the shadows, as did the cowl covering his face. The suit was as deep grey as the cloak worn by the younger counterpart. The man proudly wore a black bat on his hard chest.
"Hello, again," he said. His voice was deep and rough, purposely so.
"Good evening, Batman," the teenager replied politely. Voice stiff, respectful.
There was a moment where the distant honk of car-horns were the only interruption of the night's silence.
"Why am I here?" the cloaked juvenile asked.
"You have somewhere to be?" Batman said.
"No," was the reply, quickly followed by, "sir."
"I want you to meet someone."
"Now?" the surprise was genuine.
"Yes." Batman looked over the youngsters shoulder, who whirled around in time to see a dark figure grapple onto the grotesque guardian gargoyle.
One leap down and a beam of light of the moon revealed the new arrival. Like the others, his uniform was bleak and dark. Armor completely jet black, the only color was a dark blue eagle emblem spread on his chest.
"Nightwing," the teen breathed in awe.
"You know who I am," the addressed hero said, sounding amused. "Yet I do not know you."
"Batman didn't tell you?" Confusion was mixed with a sprinkle of disappointment. The baffled youngster glanced back. Nothing but nothing stood where the vigilante had been only a moment ago.
Nightwing chuckled. "He does that."
"Then I guess I should introduce myself."
"Guess so."
The juvenile pushed back the hood of the cloak.
Long chocolate brown locks spilled out over slender shoulders. Eyes as cloudy grey as the cloak, yet watchful and crystal clear. A dapple of freckles lay like scattered snow across the sloped bridge nose and high cheekbones.
She smiled slightly as Nightwing's expression transformed from neutral to subtle surprise to pleased. The word escaped her mouth in a smooth chime.
"My name is Radical."
I don't actually plan on continuing this unless by some miracle I get inspiration for it, but figures I may as well post it just for the heck of it.
Under the stars, in the dark, on the verge of the shadows, crouched a hideous gargoyle. It was black and constructed from black marble. Two curved horns protruded from its head. Its mouth was wide open in a snarl of sharp teeth, and above it the empty eye sockets glared blankly at the city. It's ridged wings were lifted of its back, as if any moment the lifeless stone would lift from its perch and glide around the buildings.
Everything about it was hard. Cold. And threatening.
It was everything the teenager wanted to be. The 15-year-old sat on the ledge above the gargoyle, face and thoughtful expression hidden by the shadows of a grey hood. Every inch of clothing was covered by the granite colored cloak, the only article being the laced boots that dangled over the safety of the roof.
The ruffle of a cape in the wind made the teenager shoot to attention, feet planted firmly on the roof of the high-rise.
The cape resettled in place in the man's back. It's dark navy material blended in with the shadows, as did the cowl covering his face. The suit was as deep grey as the cloak worn by the younger counterpart. The man proudly wore a black bat on his hard chest.
"Hello, again," he said. His voice was deep and rough, purposely so.
"Good evening, Batman," the teenager replied politely. Voice stiff, respectful.
There was a moment where the distant honk of car-horns were the only interruption of the night's silence.
"Why am I here?" the cloaked juvenile asked.
"You have somewhere to be?" Batman said.
"No," was the reply, quickly followed by, "sir."
"I want you to meet someone."
"Now?" the surprise was genuine.
"Yes." Batman looked over the youngsters shoulder, who whirled around in time to see a dark figure grapple onto the grotesque guardian gargoyle.
One leap down and a beam of light of the moon revealed the new arrival. Like the others, his uniform was bleak and dark. Armor completely jet black, the only color was a dark blue eagle emblem spread on his chest.
"Nightwing," the teen breathed in awe.
"You know who I am," the addressed hero said, sounding amused. "Yet I do not know you."
"Batman didn't tell you?" Confusion was mixed with a sprinkle of disappointment. The baffled youngster glanced back. Nothing but nothing stood where the vigilante had been only a moment ago.
Nightwing chuckled. "He does that."
"Then I guess I should introduce myself."
"Guess so."
The juvenile pushed back the hood of the cloak.
Long chocolate brown locks spilled out over slender shoulders. Eyes as cloudy grey as the cloak, yet watchful and crystal clear. A dapple of freckles lay like scattered snow across the sloped bridge nose and high cheekbones.
She smiled slightly as Nightwing's expression transformed from neutral to subtle surprise to pleased. The word escaped her mouth in a smooth chime.
"My name is Radical."
I don't actually plan on continuing this unless by some miracle I get inspiration for it, but figures I may as well post it just for the heck of it.
Daily Episode
Day Thirty-Four:
Static Shock Episode Nineteen: "Sunspots"
Link: link
Summary:
When sunspots appear, they can control Static's powers, sometimes causing his magnetic force to rage and become out of control, while other times, his powers simply vanish. Until the sunspots disappear (which is unpredictable), Static has no control over his powers at all.
YOUNG JUSTICE JOINS THE COUNTDOWN EPISODES TOMORROW!!!!!!!!
We're gong from "Independence Day" to "Happy New Year" to "Depths"!!!!!!
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
Day Thirty-Four:
Static Shock Episode Nineteen: "Sunspots"
Link: link
Summary:
When sunspots appear, they can control Static's powers, sometimes causing his magnetic force to rage and become out of control, while other times, his powers simply vanish. Until the sunspots disappear (which is unpredictable), Static has no control over his powers at all.
YOUNG JUSTICE JOINS THE COUNTDOWN EPISODES TOMORROW!!!!!!!!
We're gong from "Independence Day" to "Happy New Year" to "Depths"!!!!!!
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
SUPER IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF ARROWETTE (CISSIE KING-JONES) APPEARING IN YOUNG JUSTICE.
Okay, here are the facts, confirmed by Greg Weissman himself:
As of 2.05 "Bloodlines" Cissie is 14. Bart is 14.
When asked about Cissie, Greg at first stated Cissie's ten second cameo was merely a "taste"
Bart and Cissie had a romantic relationship in the comics.
Cissie King-Jones did appear in "Insecurity". (She was the blonde girl fascinated with Arty saving her dad.
Greg refuses to confirm or deny the archer in the poster is male or female. Though it is most likely male.
GREG WEISSMAN HAS STATED THAT IF GIVEN ENOUGH EPISODES (Season 3/4) CISSIE KING-JONES WILL RETURN AS ARROWETTE!!!!!!
Also: Sme artwork from the guy who does the artwork for YJ:
link
Okay, here are the facts, confirmed by Greg Weissman himself:
As of 2.05 "Bloodlines" Cissie is 14. Bart is 14.
When asked about Cissie, Greg at first stated Cissie's ten second cameo was merely a "taste"
Bart and Cissie had a romantic relationship in the comics.
Cissie King-Jones did appear in "Insecurity". (She was the blonde girl fascinated with Arty saving her dad.
Greg refuses to confirm or deny the archer in the poster is male or female. Though it is most likely male.
GREG WEISSMAN HAS STATED THAT IF GIVEN ENOUGH EPISODES (Season 3/4) CISSIE KING-JONES WILL RETURN AS ARROWETTE!!!!!!
Also: Sme artwork from the guy who does the artwork for YJ:
link