"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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BLÜDHAVEN 10:20 PM LOCAL TIME
Jon came in through the window. He had debated putting on his Superboy costume but decided against it. Mar'i was sitting on the couch. Her back straight and she stared forward. Damian was holding her cat in his arms. He leaned down and was sitting on the floor next to her.
He was wrapping something around the cat's dainty leg.
Jin let out a small meow and licked Damian's cheek.
"Um hey."
Damian looked up and let Jin go.
Jin tried jumping on the couch to sit next to Mar'i but she picked him up before he could hurt himself more.
Mar'i didn't turn around.
There was a knock on the door and the teenagers froze.
Mar'i looked around. She grabbed her amulet and put it on. She snapped at Damian and Jon to hide.
She opened the door only showing her face.
"Oh hello, Mr. Liselle." She greeted her elderly neighbor with a forced smile.
"I heard a ruckus." The old man said.
"Yes, I'm sorry I was watching tv. I'll keep it down."
"Too damn late to be watching tv." The man said and went back into his apartment.
Mary sighed and closed the door.
Jon and Damian peeped from behind the counter.
Mary leaned her forehead on the cool wooden door.
It was quiet the only sound was the clock ticking.
"We'll clean the apartment." Damian offered.
Mary turned around and smiled.
"You don't have to do that."
"It's fine we don't mind." Jon nodded trying to find a broom.
"Okay... um, I'm gonna go to bed if that's alright."
Both boys nodded.
Mary picked up Jin in her arms and walked to her room. Closing the door behind her.
"I'll wash the walls. You take the floors." Damian wet a washcloth.
"Yeah."
Jon picked up the large pieces of glass with his bare hands. He turned to look at Damian who was staring at the wall.
He had cleaned off a lot of the blood but the word,
