Conner was in Clark’s office. He looked at all the framed articles. There was one about a kid named Billy Batson. (Superman and marvel vs. Black Adam)
And there was an makala about superman. Conner looked at it for a while. He noticed that Clark was calling someone from behind the blinds. Using super hearing Conner was listening to his phone call
"Barry it’s me. Batman had Conner came to the office. I’ve tried to call him but it goes straight to voicemail. I need your help. Can wewe pick up Conner? I’ll tell him that I’m too busy today. Barry it’s my choice if I want to spend time with him! Just because he’s Batman doesn’t mean he can tell me what to do! If wewe won’t help me then I’ll just deal with it myself!” Clark yelled. He started walking back into the office. Conner looked out the window.
“Hi um so wewe want a job?”
“I ran out of shirts and Batman suggested that I get a job. He alisema that wewe could help.”
“Uh okay well how about wewe come back tomorrow, then I could have a job ready for you”
Conner looked at Clark in disbelief but he soon left. He passed kwa the receptionist.
“Good bye Mr. Kent”
“I’m not his son” He whispered to himself.
And there was an makala about superman. Conner looked at it for a while. He noticed that Clark was calling someone from behind the blinds. Using super hearing Conner was listening to his phone call
"Barry it’s me. Batman had Conner came to the office. I’ve tried to call him but it goes straight to voicemail. I need your help. Can wewe pick up Conner? I’ll tell him that I’m too busy today. Barry it’s my choice if I want to spend time with him! Just because he’s Batman doesn’t mean he can tell me what to do! If wewe won’t help me then I’ll just deal with it myself!” Clark yelled. He started walking back into the office. Conner looked out the window.
“Hi um so wewe want a job?”
“I ran out of shirts and Batman suggested that I get a job. He alisema that wewe could help.”
“Uh okay well how about wewe come back tomorrow, then I could have a job ready for you”
Conner looked at Clark in disbelief but he soon left. He passed kwa the receptionist.
“Good bye Mr. Kent”
“I’m not his son” He whispered to himself.
"I don't wanna die!" the boy howled, digging his face into Revenge's knee.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a kisu in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, wewe too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a kisu in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, wewe too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
Dozens of reporters swarmed around the billionaire from New York, but he calmly walked past them all and into the limousine. A bodyguard turned around.
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he alisema in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did wewe hear that?"
"Yeah. I told wewe the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl alisema it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he alisema in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did wewe hear that?"
"Yeah. I told wewe the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl alisema it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012
For a moment, Revenge was pressed against her in the narrow hallway in complete darkness. Then, there was a light, from Revenge's mask, and the hallway was lit in a dim red light.
"Ladies first." Revenge said.
"Scared?" Batgirl asked.
"Funny." Revenge said. "I'll take point."
Barbara cut him off. "I'LL take point." she said.
"I've got the light." Revenge said. "And the armor, and the brains."
"Har har, funny."
"Indeed. Watch my back."
"From the scary dark?" Batgirl asked in a mocking voice.
Revenge turned and tossed a dagger into the darkness behind them. It went farther than the three feet of the iron door through which they had entered.
"Any zaidi smart remarks?"
"Ladies first." Revenge said.
"Scared?" Batgirl asked.
"Funny." Revenge said. "I'll take point."
Barbara cut him off. "I'LL take point." she said.
"I've got the light." Revenge said. "And the armor, and the brains."
"Har har, funny."
"Indeed. Watch my back."
"From the scary dark?" Batgirl asked in a mocking voice.
Revenge turned and tossed a dagger into the darkness behind them. It went farther than the three feet of the iron door through which they had entered.
"Any zaidi smart remarks?"
