Young Justice FanFiction Robin was never adopted by Bruce Wayne. The night of his parent's death, he chases down Tony Zucco and runs away. After spending 4 years roaming from city to city, (unknown by them) meeting the superhero's proteges and them themselves, he decides to go back to Gotham. Becoming Renegade, he annoys The League and Young Justice, most of all drives Batman crazy. Whenever they try to speak with him, he promptly disappears, unless your Batman. Why Batman? The Dark Knight himself wonders why also, but can anyone ever understand the kid with a lost past, shadowed future, or missing identity. Will Renegade ever find himself? He must when he brings his past back to the present, with his possibly new friends in the middle of the crossfire? Or will he hide everything and lose himself deeper into the secrets that even he doesn't understand and hoped to never have? Will he ever escape what he calls his mislead life or will he have to find his only escape? -------------------------------------

When Robin is fed up with all this stuff about the team acting like he's a kid. He later disappears after a injury and comes back 6 years later a completely different person.

What if Dick had never learned English before he came to America and his parents were killed? What would happen if the Young Justice team walked in to training, only to see a small boy performing amazing acrobatics? Batman finally takes in a protégé, but one small issue. He's traumatized, shy, and only speaks Romanian.

Robin has allergies that the team doesn't know about. What else will they learn from this incident? (I do not own the cover)

In a distant future, science has made a considerable progress. Due to science, humans can pick their gender when they are eighteen years old, legally adults. Every time Alex Storm remembers that, he wants to go on a rampage. He considers people stole God's job and always wanted to know how was life before science evolved. That's the reason he had to switch schools.. again. But with his quick temper and way of thinking, Alex will surely have a hard time trying to fit in at Saint Laura Academy especially when the principle's son takes an interest in him.

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Ce livre parle des signes astrolgiques , de leur caractères , de leur qualités .... Bonne Lecture ❤❤

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I rushed to the mirror and was memorized by what I saw. Big brown griffin wings were peeking around my back. I could feel every inch of them, soft and light. Oh, and once I tried to move them, I knew right away that they were what I had been missing the first 13 years of my life. **updates are random** ⚡️this is my first book so it may not be too great⚡️ ************************************************ Grace Foster is just an ordinary girl, or so she thought until the day of her thirteenth birthday when she woke up with wings. Her life will never be the same ever again and new friendships may come at a price. And what will Grace do when her world gets flipped again. Property of the background in the cover goes to: http://digital-art-gallery.com/picture/gallery/wings

Je m'appelle Leen. Leen Ylvolv. J'ai vingt ans, à moins que j'en compte plutôt deux cents. J'ai été extirpée de mon cercueil de glace par un jeune chevalier du Feu fasciné par mon mystère et par mon charme. J'ai donc rouvert les yeux dans un monde en paix. Le Royaume de nos jours me semble incroyablement calme. Si trompeusement serein ? Je viens d'un temps de guerres, d'invasions, de drames, de trahisons et de morts. Or je sens poindre le souffle d'un vent mauvais. Dans la délicate senteur printanière d'un archipel cosmopolite aux allures joyeuses, mon odorat aiguisé sait pourtant toujours reconnaître l'inoubliable fragrance octogonale du danger. L'appréhension me gagne à l'idée que notre destin collectif est de nouveau sur le point de changer. J'ai déjà perdu ce que j'avais de plus cher. Pourrais-je survivre sans sombrer si le monde basculait une nouvelle fois dans le Chaos ? Le doute et la terreur m'envahissent à cette seule évocation. Oui, le Temps exalte, à mon sens, un parfum étouffant et insoutenable... Celui du sang, des cris, des drames et des larmes. (Perfume of Time est un univers complexe de magie, de guerre, de trahisons et complots à grande échelle, où hier et aujourd'hui s'interpellent en écho. De petits riens viennent corroder la belle machine du Temps et composent une partition grinçante où les touches noires et blanches cèdent la place à des cascades de notes grises ou écarlates. Entre tumulte des sentiments et lutte au nom du devoir ou du savoir, chacun devra assumer ses choix et ses actes. Initialement conçu comme scénario de type RPG pour jeux vidéos, Perfume of Time offre désormais, à travers ses tomes, un univers riche et complet aux lecteurs de fantasy. Cette histoire participe au concours #DG Contest.