(( this is just to ploloug micht be shirt, but there will be madami parts coming))
Twan walkd truw Gotham on the way to Xerran's house, when he was alomst there he saw and explotion and his brother being trowe out of a first floor whindo sa pamamagitan ng the power of the explotion.
Xerran! he yelt as he ran to his brother, xerran's balahibo blacken like charcole sa pamamagitan ng the explotion, bleeding alover frome littel wounds coused sa pamamagitan ng scrapnal. Twan lookd aside fore a momend seeng a part left over frome the bom. Peinwien *he growed* thad fat bird when to far, this time. he lookes at his brother. But first this. He swung xerran...
It was too funny to keep to myself!!!! XD And it is based off of a different fanfic from someone else on fanfiction.net so yeah! ENJOY~!
“I'm going to put this simply for both of you. Hurt my son”-there was a pointed look at Ciel-“or my daughter,”-a pointed look at Shane this time “and I will break you. Understand?” Both nodded their heads swiftly. With an almost evil smile, Fang stood up. “Glad to talk with you.” The other boys started to slowly back out of the room. “Before you go, my wife wished to speak with you both. I believe she's in the kitchen.” Again, both boys nodded....
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June 18, 02:09 EST
Sam held the ice-pack to his jaw. A few cuts on his face were all that was left of his fight with Batman. He leaned back in his chair, glaring at anyone stupid enough to look at him. Batman was still arguing.
"All units, murder suspect on fifth and third proceeding north on foot. Pursuing. Require backup. Suspect is heavily armed and protected. Female, mid-twenties. White hair, black clothes, sword and possible body armor." the radio crackled.
"She cut them in three pieces and set apoy to their car." Revenge replied, and swung off.
"I assume you did your homework?" Revenge asked.
"Yes." Rose replied, untying her snow-white hair from its ponytail. She was dressed simply. White tank top, skinny jeans, white eyepatch. Her hair hung loosely behind...