WARWORLD NEXT-GENERATION WEAPONS ROOM
TIME, UNKNOWN"How familiar are you with an axe?" Grant asked looking at Jon.
"I know what an axe is if that's what you're asking," Jon responded.
"I can use the axe," Mar'i said moving to grab it.
Grant blinked and watched her toss it in her hands.
"Fine. What weapon do you want?" Grant asked turning to Jon.
"I'm not really... a weapons guy..."
"Would you prefer to be a dead guy?" Grant asked with a raised brow.
"No, I wound not Grant."
Jon sighed and was handed a sword that felt awkward in his hands. He was faster than a speeding bullet and could lift a train so he did not need to use such weapons. He awkwardly made a stabbing motion toward the ground.
"They're gonna give you costumes..."
"Costumes?" Mar'i asked confused.
Grant nodded.
"God we're just characters for them aren't we... making us wear what they want... it's like we're a means to an end."
"You are."
A door opened and Managal walked in with guards behind her.
"Are you two excited?" She asked.
No one said anything.
"Well, I'm excited" Managal shrugged not really caring about their lack of response.
Mar'i scoffed and glared.
"Are you ready to put on a show?"
Before either Mar'i or Jon could say anything the guards shot needles into their necks.
"You didn't have to do that... they would have put on the costumes..." Grant frowned watching them get dragged off.
Managal smiled and ran a hand through his curly hair. He swallowed and looked at the ground. She gripped his hair harder and pulled his head back so she could look him in the eyes.
"I need you to be my good boy... don't make me hurt you. You know I hate hurting you? Is this what you want? For me to be miserable? Do you enjoy me being miserable?"
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Fanfiction"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