vixen....NO MORE VIXEN

vixen....NO MORE VIXEN

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This is just a promotion to my sisters story vixen! also known as Zenia Malfoy:"Vixen" by Zeniamalfoy "Vixen" Dawn Wayne the adopted daughter of Bruce Wayne has been kept away from crime or anything she would like to do. Being a rule breaker she defies her fathers orders and goes on a mission. But there is one night that'l...
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KAL-EL POV We stood over the destruction, over the saved and fallen, staring at and assessing each other. She wore what might be flatteringly acceptable for the climate, her white clothing pristine though she had just fought, the gold glimmering from an engraved belt around curved hips that reminded me of the one around my own. My eyes wandered to it, but I didn't want to seem...inappropriate. She looked like something out of a photo shoot, or a history book. Her eyes were amber in color, brown with a fire in them, her skin deeply sunkissed but not sunburned. By the time my eyes rose she was only inches from me, her hair falling about her shoulders because of the speed she used. She looked me over thoroughly, and I raised my chin and narrowed my eyes. Nothing but a small smile from her in response made me frown. "What is wrong, son of Jor-El?" her voice was soft but smooth. "You know who I am?" "Of course I do, it's right here--" She traced the "S" on my chest with a single finger and then trailed down to my belt and tapped it. "I'm sorry about your parents." She paused, touching my hair. "So, you are the last son of Krypton...and there is still no order here?" "Who are you?" "Can't read?" She asked, clucking her tongue as she put her hands on her hips. My eyes went down as she tapped her belt, but then I felt my cheeks flush. "Shame, Kal-El, shame." "What?" "Last son you may be, Kal-El, but I'm the last daughter." And she was gone in a flash of white and gold...quicker than the blink of an eye, a speeding bullet. Like me. NOTE: I am aware of the DC Comics version of Isis. I thought it was lacking. Here's my "what if" in the form of a revamp. I do not own the characters of DC. Of course, all characters are property of DC and Warner Brothers.

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