WARWORLD NEXT-GENERATION BEDROOMS
TIME, UNKNOWNMar'i rubbed her knuckles and sighed as she failed to break down the door.
"Okay, what would dad do in this situation..."
He never would have gotten in this situation in the first place idiot.
She groaned.
The door suddenly opened and she took several steps back.
She expected to see some ungodly creature but instead, she saw Jon's warm and concerned face.
"Jonny..." she said breathlessly and flung herself into his arms.
Jon wrapped his arms around her and sighed a sigh of relief on her neck.
"See, I told you we didn't kill her." A woman laughed with a clap.
Mar'i opened her eyes and immediately glared at the woman.
The reunited friends pulled apart and stepped away from the woman.
"Are you two hungry? You look hungry." She clapped.
"Who the hell are you?" Mar'i asked angrily.
"My name is Managal its a pleasure to meet me."
Okay, that is definitely not how that saying goes. Mar'i thought.
"Okay well... we would like to leave..." Mar'i said stating the obvious.
"Well... you can't," Managal laughed shaking her head.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Uh, Mar'i-"
"I am Mar'i of Andor princess of Tamaran and if you do not let me go then my people will have no choice but to wage war on whatever fucking planet this is."
There was a moment of silence before Managal burst out laughing. The guards behind her stayed stoic and looked Mar'i up and down trying to figure out if she was joking or not.
Mar'i glared and Jon cleared his throat uncomfortable.
"You are so cute the audience is gonna love you. Coming up with a whole backstory for yourself I love it!"
"I didn't 'come up' with it! I am the princess of Tamaran."
Managal chuckled, "sorry to disappoint you but the princess of Tamaran is dead."
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Fanfic"WHO ARE YOU THREE?" "WE'RE THE REBELS AND WE'RE GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!" • In which Mar'i Grayson, Jon Kent and Damian Wayne start a superhero team of their own. • DC COMICS ORIGINAL STATUS: ON GOING COVER BY: ME