Disclaimer: Not my characters, and the new one belongs somewhere else.
Author's note: This story is written for a friend with the name Cole. He's an interested writer and the story is his idea; I just jot down the ideas and transfer them here.
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Helena ducked, trying to block the debris. Usually criminals fell on one hit, but the man before her was starting to take a serious wallop. He ducked, avoiding an excellent kick to the head before grabbing her leg and flipping her. Helena frowned. Usually she saw that one coming.
The fifteen year-old boy was hiding behind the hideous puke green dumpster of New Gotham City waste management, trying to hide the worry on his face. He was usually very strong and patient, but there was panic in his small system, causing his well-built body to quiver. His shaggy dark hair fell over his dark eyes as he watched the woman known only as Huntress.
Helena was starting to become annoyed by the feeling of black leather against her skin. Sure, she could have found a more comfortable fabric, but that would require shopping. It was better to have Dinah do the shopping. Barbara wasn't much help in the department either.
Cole Taylor kept his watch when the criminal started to gain the upper hand. His body focused, quivering as he focused and thought. The ground seemed unstable to him now. Long ago he'd turned to cheap drugs and alcohol to keep out this shaky feeling, but the meta powers were stronger, harder than anything he could buy to prevent it. Alone, homeless, he had no choice but to suffer the shaking.
Suddenly, before Helena's eyes the burly criminal, covered in his own sweat was cleanly lifted from the ground and deposited cleanly into the puke green dumpster. Helena's jaw dropped, her shaggy hair falling in her face.
"How the hell."
Cole peered out from behind the dumpster, his cover blown.
Author's note: This story is written for a friend with the name Cole. He's an interested writer and the story is his idea; I just jot down the ideas and transfer them here.
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Helena ducked, trying to block the debris. Usually criminals fell on one hit, but the man before her was starting to take a serious wallop. He ducked, avoiding an excellent kick to the head before grabbing her leg and flipping her. Helena frowned. Usually she saw that one coming.
The fifteen year-old boy was hiding behind the hideous puke green dumpster of New Gotham City waste management, trying to hide the worry on his face. He was usually very strong and patient, but there was panic in his small system, causing his well-built body to quiver. His shaggy dark hair fell over his dark eyes as he watched the woman known only as Huntress.
Helena was starting to become annoyed by the feeling of black leather against her skin. Sure, she could have found a more comfortable fabric, but that would require shopping. It was better to have Dinah do the shopping. Barbara wasn't much help in the department either.
Cole Taylor kept his watch when the criminal started to gain the upper hand. His body focused, quivering as he focused and thought. The ground seemed unstable to him now. Long ago he'd turned to cheap drugs and alcohol to keep out this shaky feeling, but the meta powers were stronger, harder than anything he could buy to prevent it. Alone, homeless, he had no choice but to suffer the shaking.
Suddenly, before Helena's eyes the burly criminal, covered in his own sweat was cleanly lifted from the ground and deposited cleanly into the puke green dumpster. Helena's jaw dropped, her shaggy hair falling in her face.
"How the hell."
Cole peered out from behind the dumpster, his cover blown.