"WHO ARE YOU THREE?"
"WE'RE THE REBELS AND WE'RE GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"
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In which Mar'i Grayson, Jon Kent and Damian Wayne start a superhero team of their own.
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DC COMICS ORIGINAL
STATUS: ON GOING
COVER BY: ME
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HARLEY QUINN'S WAREHOUSE 9:59 PM LOCAL TIME
He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened it. His mask was still on thankfully. He looked around quickly. He saw a large red and black blimp.
"You're awake!" He heard a bubbly voice gasp.
Should I knock myself out again?
He didn't have time to contemplate the idea before Eros rushed towards him.
"You drugged me." He tried to headbutt her.
She slammed his head back.
That was going to bruise.
"My name is Eros," she leaned in "you can call me Mia though."
He didn't respond.
She put both hands on his face. "I like birds, are you named after the bird?"
"Why did you bring me here?" He asked.
"I don't know I just thought you seemed... handsome."
"I'm not gonna develop Stockholm syndrome if that's what you think."
She sighed and placed her head on his chest. She smelt sweet.
He glanced at his utility belt. She took it off... damn it.
He began to struggle against his restraints. He was tied to a pole, his hands were tripled knotted.
"When I meet people for the first time I always think about what my future will be like with them. I don't know why I do it I think my brain is just kinda hyper or something... do you do that too or am I crazy?"
You're crazy.
Before he could offer a response, Scarecrow yelled.
"WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW!"
She glared at him. He grumbled and went back inside the blimp.
"You don't have to do this-!"
She kissed him. His eyes widened. She tasted like watermelon lipgloss. She pulled away quickly. The kiss lasted maybe half a second.
Does Kent not know how to read a tracker what is taking so damn long?
