hey, this is my first fanfic on this genre. I used to watch Batman Beyound before it was discontinued. Anyways, I was brousing Fanfiction via my phone and I saw this under cartoons and I was like, "NO WAY!!!" of course people then started staring at me... But anyways, here's a TerryXOC fic, with action, drama and high ratings for reasons you will read in the future.
Disclaimer: why do people think I could ever own ant of this?????? Cos I don't own it, sadly.
now enjoy...
The tall dark figure stood on the roof. He spoke so quietly that his words could hardly be heard. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Another figure stood on the legde, her back to him. She was shorter, lean and dressed in black. Without turning, she replied, "Don't you think I've laid low long enough? It's time, I know it. Stop worrying." And with that she jumped off the ledge and down two stories, her hands gripped a flag pole and she spun around it while going down. She landed safely on the ground.
It was only then did the figure release his breathe, and sighed. "Just like riding a bike, " he muttered as he watched his companion dissapear into the night. "Welcome back, Nightshade," he whispered into the darkness before he too dissaappeared.
Terry sighed as he gazed out from his Batman position on a rooftop. His eyes took in the city below, Gothlam City, his home. His responsibility. It had been quiet for a week now. At the risk of sounding cliche, Terry would say too quiet. But there was something else, another person who was fighting. For who and why, he didn't know and he didn't like it. All he got was murmers, whispers, rumors filtering around the underground, of one name: Nightshade.
Sighing agiain, Terry blocked these thoughts and decided to call it a night. He turned and headed back to the old man in the bat cave.' 'Maybe he knows something,' pondered Terry as he jumped and spread his 'wings'. Gliding away, he didn't noticed the figure on another rooftop.
She was dressed in full black. Black hipster pants and black army style boots. She had a black long sleeve top that hugged her body and showed off her curves, and emphased her weapons. A katana, several knives and a range of explosive and gadgets. Deadly. her hands adorned midnight blue gloves and half her face was covered with a black mask. Her hair shone in the moonlight, ebony with blue tips and bangs. But her eyes shone a vivid violet yet her gaze was cold, emotionless. She stayed for a few mintues and then she too turned and faded into the night. Her words lingered in the air, "All in good time, Batman, all in good time."
well, thats the prologue thing. what do you think? interested? or should i quit when i'm ahead?:P
well, ur reviews. I need a mininum of five to decide. thanks!
SJ