It was a crisp fall day in the city of Melbourne, and a 2 yr old girl was perched on a red wooden stool in front of the huge glass window. Watching the bustling city, cars and stinky drivers, hotels filled with taxi cars and malls bursting with a large amount of shoppers. She wasn't so far up in the apartment, hardly on the second floor so she was able to see most things, her hands greedily moving up the window, wishing to go outside.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers shop
and an elegant lady dressed in green popped out and went inside.
The little girl who was watching had a little odd feeling, her heart racing she pressed the button on the side of the binoculars, the lenses going stronger.
The lady in green was talking to a man on the counter, smiling and giving a motion of writing something down into a piece of paper.
At the corner of the little girls eyes she saw a man dressed in all black carrying a small bag. It looked like it had something in it. He went inside the black van and had his hand pressed to something at the side of his head.
Suddenly a big alarm went off. Red alert.
Big cries came out, and the little girl saw the green lady slipping into the van, she had a big smirk on her face. Since the window was down, the little girl saw money changing hands.
The little girl cried out and her mom immediately came to her side.
She bought out her mini chalkboard and drew a van. The mom smiled and put it aside. The girl pointed out again and spelled out the vans licence plate number with her alphabet blocks.
The mom tidied them away and put on her coat and misunderstanding, thought her daughter wanted a walk.
The mother and child left the apartment and strolled outside.
News came out quickly, rushing shoppers telling everyone what happened and the owner of the jewellers hung his head down with sadness.
The newly designed necklace which came from all the sway from Fremantle Western Australia, made with newly finished opals and pearls was stolen.
The little girl thinking about the robbery cried, her nails digging in the inside of her palm.
It was than on that same day that the little girl resolved to dispense the toddler talk and brush up on her language skills.
More importantly she set out her sights into becoming a detective.
Her name was Dana Kylie Gracias.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers shop
and an elegant lady dressed in green popped out and went inside.
The little girl who was watching had a little odd feeling, her heart racing she pressed the button on the side of the binoculars, the lenses going stronger.
The lady in green was talking to a man on the counter, smiling and giving a motion of writing something down into a piece of paper.
At the corner of the little girls eyes she saw a man dressed in all black carrying a small bag. It looked like it had something in it. He went inside the black van and had his hand pressed to something at the side of his head.
Suddenly a big alarm went off. Red alert.
Big cries came out, and the little girl saw the green lady slipping into the van, she had a big smirk on her face. Since the window was down, the little girl saw money changing hands.
The little girl cried out and her mom immediately came to her side.
She bought out her mini chalkboard and drew a van. The mom smiled and put it aside. The girl pointed out again and spelled out the vans licence plate number with her alphabet blocks.
The mom tidied them away and put on her coat and misunderstanding, thought her daughter wanted a walk.
The mother and child left the apartment and strolled outside.
News came out quickly, rushing shoppers telling everyone what happened and the owner of the jewellers hung his head down with sadness.
The newly designed necklace which came from all the sway from Fremantle Western Australia, made with newly finished opals and pearls was stolen.
The little girl thinking about the robbery cried, her nails digging in the inside of her palm.
It was than on that same day that the little girl resolved to dispense the toddler talk and brush up on her language skills.
More importantly she set out her sights into becoming a detective.
Her name was Dana Kylie Gracias.
"Quite impressive." A voice whispered in Revenge's ear.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. You secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed next to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the van before driving off.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. You secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed next to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the van before driving off.
(WARNING: If you possess a brain you might be able to figure something out here.)
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
Holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
Holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
Day unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.