The "Ultimate DC Universe" RPG: Season 2.0

[Lord Doom]

Alan Scott looks up and smiles as the young man he would be proud to call "son" soars back to Oa.
Alan walks back to his house, which luckily isn't very far.

Robert Dickles leaps out of his seat in anticipation as he hears the door open.

"Alan? That you?"

Robert is surprised to see a thirty-year-old Alan Scott enter the living room

"Alan...? Is... Is that YOU?!"

Alan grins and lstretches out his arms.

"NO! I am the GHOOOST of Alan Scooott... You let me diiiiieee! I shall take your sooooouull! OOOoo..."

Robert stares unamused at his grinning friend.

"That is NOT funny, Alan. You're SIXTY. ACT like it."

Alan shakes his head.

"Does THIS look like the body of a sixty-year-old man?"

Alan flexes his muscles and strikes a quick pose.

"Okay, OKAY. But, Alan... HOW??"

"Kyle Rayner destroyed Alan Scott, the Green Lantern. But from his ashes, Alan Scott: THE SENTINEL, has risen!
Kyle gave me some of the MPB's power from his ring, and now I can use the ring's power without actually HAVING the ring!"

Robert's face twists in confusion.

"But, HOW? I mean, the only time YOU ever used the MPB's power was when you healed your former nemesis, the Harlequinn, after she fell from a ten-story building. Why the hell did it give YOU superpowers?"

"I'm not quite sure, but I think it has something to do with the digital imprint of me that was left in the battery. Maybe, after I left the Corps, it kept the power I had as the Ion in a suspended state, and when Kyle gave me some of the battery's power, I regained the power I left behind."

"Do ya think maybe the digital image of you that was left in the battery dissapeared after you got your powers back?'

Alan strokes his chin and thinks for a second.

"No. The imprint of me acts as sort of a guide for Kyle (Not that he need it). I think the image is still there, but the power it took from me has returned to it's rightful owner."

"Cool beans. So now that you've got your powers back, I guess you should go out and kick some evil ass, right?"

"Not quite, Robbie. Getting my powers back was the EASY part. Now I've got to come up with a costume."

"Just make sure it's not as gay as your OLD one, cuz- MMPH!"

Robert Dickles' sentence was cut off by a pillow being thrown at his face.

 

[batnkevlar]

"Fine. But turn off all cameras. I like my privacy and I don't like people having a way of tracking me down. And I'll know if you keep them on."


I think.

"That would make sense, after all, if you focused your hearing, you could hear the humming of machinery."

I smile and click my headpiece.

"Mercy, vid off in shaft 4A, not to mention the upcoming rooms. Thank you."

I turn to the alien.

"My word means everything. Just so you know."

I close the door behind him as we descend.

"I may only be human, but you could learn alot from me, as I can from you. I may not have as much-" I motion to my biceps, "-but I have more than enough-" I tap my head.

 

[The Question]

This is very strange, he thinks to himself.

"Lead the way."

 

[batnkevlar]

This is very strange, he thinks to himself.

"Lead the way."

I do indeed lead the way. The elevator stops at the correct level and it opens. The floor consists of a long hallway with monitors on both sides, like a musem exhibit.

"On the left is a little project that i help fund. It's based primarily in the Middle East, and it helps rebuild that which was destroyed in the war. It builds schools and mosques and other such buildings that the people in that region really need. Around a billion dollars a year go into that operation, but it takes a certain amount of time to build buildings, as opposed to tearing them down."

I look at the alien.

"How long would it take you to tear down a building? Factoring in gravity and all that, a couple seconds? How long would it take you to build schools for this underprivileged children? A minute? Two? With your abilities and my funding and knowhow, anything's possible."

 

[The Question]

Superman looks at the pictures in front of him. The buildings were, undeniably, quite beautiful.

"Well, I'd have to learn quite a bit about carpentry and archatecture first, but I'm sure that I'd be able to build things very quickly if I did."

 

[Spike_x1]

IC: Peter Silverstone

"What the hell, Sam?!" Peter slapped down a newspaper on the top of his boss, Samuel Tanner's desk. "In the fifteen years I've known you, you've never bulls**tted your way into the news as badly as this!"

Tanner merely frowned and slowly shook his head, rereading the headlines of the paper in front of him for the umpteenth time that morning.

BLACKROCK!
CRUSADING HERO FOR UNITED BROADCASTING!​

Underneath the text was large photograph that was obviously taken when Peter had landed the space shuttle some weeks before. It was actually a really good picture, too. 'Too bad the damn words are so corney,' thought Silverstone.

"Peter," started Sam, "you, more than anyone, know how deep in debt this company is. I hate to say it, but this is our last chance to get United back on its feet. Have you seen how many papers the Daily Planet has been selling with that Super-Nazi as its posterboy?" Sweat was beading over Tanner's forehead, and he turned to look out his office window and wipe away the perspiration.

"Superman," Peter corrected under his breath.

"Blackrock is our chance at that kind of recognition, Pete!" He obviously didn't relish stooping this low to make headlines, but then again, whatever makes a buck. When Sam Tanner turned back to his old friend, all he saw was the door of his office swinging closed as Peter Silverstone stormed back to his office to type up his resignation.

 

[Venom160]

Harvey Dent

Justice.

I used to believe in the meaning of that word. That was until a bomb that was meant to kill me killed my wife, disfigured my face, and released something that I thought I got rid of a long time ago. Now Iv been condemned to be a prisoner in my own body, forced to watch as a monster named Two Face mercilessly murders people in the name of Justice. Tonight started out no different, Two Face was discussing his plan for the Gotham Natural History Museum to his gang of thugs. His thugs thought this was all about the valuable artifacts but only I knew what this was really about. Two Face could care less about the artifacts, all he cared about was getting his hands on the Batman and he knew that something big like this would draw Batman's attention. But he underestimated me, during one of the times I had control of my body I contacted the new DA and my friend Rachel Dawes and told her what Two Face was planning. Everything was set, Rachel was going to tip off James Gordon and Two Face and his band of slackjawed creeps were going to be put away for the rest of their lifes!

-----------------------------------

Two Face

"So anyone have any questions?"

Silence.

"Good, the heist will go down tomorrow night."

As soon as the words leave my mouth Im greeted with the sound of wood splintering and a fully armed SWAT team come swarming into the cramped abandoned tavern.

"Everybody freeze!"

Two Face

Two months later.....

They tacked every charge they could think of on me: murder, trespassing, conspiracy to commit burglary just to name a few. Iv been imprisoned for two months and almost every criminal is afraid of me, especially after I smashed in the skull of a creep that was bragging about raping a woman and than killing her three kids. I after questioning a few inmates and members of my old crew I found out that one of my own men got cold feet about the heist and went running to the cops. But not to worry, he'll receive the business end of a shank soon enough. I haven't heard a peep from Harvey ever sense we were thrown into this dump.

<Whats a matter Harv? You got what you wanted! Im in prison! I thought you'd be happy!>

<I won't be happy until we're dead and im back with Gilda.>

<Oh please don't tell me your still holding a torch for that bi*ch! She cheated on you and didn't have the guts to admit it to you!>

<Shut up!>

I smile as I feel Harvey close himself off even more. But that smile slowly fades as I notice a couple guards opening my cell.

"Come on Face lets go."

I sneer at the guards.

"Go where?"

"Your lawyer wants to see you."

"Please I stabbed that bastard in the eye with his pen when he wanted me to throw myself on the mercy of the court."

I smile at the warm memory.

"Oh but you'll like what this one has to say. Now come on!"

A few minutes later I find myself in cuffs escorted to to the personal effects storage room. A tall skinny guy carrying a briefcase tenses up as he sees us coming.

"Mr. Dent im Jason Stromm, iv been hired by....."

"Cut to the chase you little worm. What do you want."

Stromm looks taken aback by my attitude.

"Well I got all your charges dropped."

I was alittle shocked by this.

"Thats not possible."

"Well it wasent easy but I was able to prove that it was infact the Batman that was responsible for the murder of Vernon Fields aswell as getting the rest of your charges thrown out."

Stromm looks at my cuffs and than to the guards.

"Guards remove the cuffs."

The guards look like they'd want nothing more than to throw me back in my cell and Stromm with me.

"Today would be nice gentlemen!"

Glaring, one of the guards undoes the cuffs as Stromm hands me a box containing my things. After changing into a new suit I meet Stromm outside the frontgates, Stromm's car and another car wait just on the other side.

"So tell me Stromm, who sprung me out of this dump?"

Stromm reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a card and hands it to me.

"Actually that what I was trying to tell you before. My employer would like to meet you as soon as possible, everything you need to know is on the card. Enjoy your new car aswell Mr. Dent."

The gates open as Stromm heads to his car. My mouth drops open as I read the name on the card.



Lex Luthor

Chairman and CEO

Luthorcorp.

"Ha guess im heading for Metropolis."

 

[batnkevlar]

Superman looks at the pictures in front of him. The buildings were, undeniably, quite beautiful.

"Well, I'd have to learn quite a bit about carpentry and archatecture first, but I'm sure that I'd be able to build things very quickly if I did."

I shrug. "I could just give you blue prints."

I turn to him. "Think about all the good I've done, and just multiply it by how fast YOU could do it."

I turn around to the right wall. On it are less screens, and more computer monitors. "To the right you can see some more research of a different sort."

On the screen to the left, I can see a gang of teenage youths, all of them white, all of them skinheads. In the middle is a young man, around the age of 21, with tatooes over his body. Black crosses, double "S"s, swastikas, all in an "artistic" arrangement. The gang seems to worship at his feet.

"That's an urban gang, situated in downtown Chicago. Neo-nazis, as you can see. Yes I know, some of the papers call you a Nazi, but we both know that can't be farther from the truth. Nothing a good press job can't fix. Fix your reputation, I mean. Don't want anyone being scared of you, do we? Anyway, back to the screen. The man in the middle goes by the name of Captain Nazi. Sounds like a bad comic book name. He's ringleader of sorts, but more powerful than you and I can see. Strength, flight, much like you."

On the screen, the gang begins to terrorize a 7-11, cracking skulls, beating people with baseball bats. The clerk takes a shotgun and empties the bullets in Captain Nazi's face. He does not flinch. Instead, he grabs the clerk and snaps his neck.

"Why don't I do something, you might ask. Well, as much as I could do something, I'm no match for Captain Nazi. Well, suppose I am, but there's many more where he came from."

I click on the remote and 100 different screens light up, along with computer displays, each with a different story and powered individual.

"I've been trying to keep track of everything via satellite, but it's too much. Who's going to stop those Nazis? Who's gonna bring peace to this world?"

 

[The Question]

"My god..."

Clark steps closer to the images before him. He sees men and women doing strange and seemingly miraculous things. A woman in Canada causing a car to explode with a gesture. A gargantuine man in Bludhaven crushing a gun with his bare hands. A trio in Russia running at blinding speeds.

"I never realized there were so many others...like me."

He turns to Luthor.

"And all of these people are criminals?"

 

[Kaboom]

Joshua Blood despised what he he had become as he sat behind the counter, his feet kicked up near the cash register. He had long red hair, which was pulled back into a pony tail. He wore a black tee shirt, leather pants, pants and shoes, that had seen their fair share of pavement. His right arm sported the tatoo of a giant cross...and he took slow drags of his cigarette as the door to his shoppe opened. It was goth child about 14 years, with an Anarchy tee shirt and he was looking for a copy of the "omnicron" because he wasnt "mainstream". Blood smirked as he finished his cigarette. He had become a mockery of himself, a fabrication. He had no more to do with the occult or magic than the average performer at a child's birthday. It was sad how far his family had fallen.

After he had made his sale, Joshua Blood opened took another cigarette from his pack and reached around for lighter. Unable to find one he rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. A green flame appeared just long enough for the thirty-two year old to light the cig.

"Neat trick mister," the youngling said.
"Is that all," Joshua said dismissively. The boy left the store. Still bored, Joshua Blood picked up the daily to read the headlines but he doubted anything in the Gotham Gazette would be worth reading.

 

[MST3K 4ever]

The Atom continues floating through the Gotham night.

Okay I read in the papers about all these other heroes and I have been floating all over the place and I have yet to run into any...there have got to be others. I admit I'm a smart person...however I could use some help in the Super-hero department.
Just then she notices something. The Atom sees a mugging in progress. A mugger is robbing a mother and her two children.

Well no one else around guess it's up to me to take this clown out.

She lands on top of the muggers gun and says, "All-right! Give up your breakin' the law and I'm taking you in."

The mugger blinks twice and says, "What the hell?"

The Atom says, "Okay I admit it's not exactly, 'go ahead make my day' but I think you get the meaning."

The mugger starts to smike and says, "Look here...tinker-bell why don't you fly away back to Neverland and I'll finish getting my pay-day from these saps."

Okay this yutz is going to pay big-time.

She asks, "Can tinker-bell do this?"

The Atom shifts her weight back to her normal weight. Causing the mugger to stumble and she then nails him in the head with a roundhouse then two right hooks. The mugger is now out cold.

I have to thank dad for enrolling me in judo classes when I was a kid...having a black belt might prove to handy in this line of work.


The Atom hovers in front of the woman and her children. She says, "Call the police I'll stay here until they arrive."

The woman and her children are still stairing at her as she says, "My name is The Atom. I'm the new kid on the block"

Once the sirens fill the air she smiles and says, "That's my cue have a good night."

She begins to fly away and one of the children says, "Thank you Atom."

She stops and smiles. She then says, "You're welcome," and flies away.

Oh this super-hero gig is going to be a blast.

 

[Kaboom]

Very rarely did Joshua Blood find himself caring the least in what the papers said. They reported on trivial things like sports, celebrities, or politics. Occasionally, and by occasoinally, it was about once a year, something would pique Joshua's interest. Such as todays headline in the Lifestyle Section:

Grand Opening of Cat Goddess Exhibit Today:
Gotham Natural History Museum to Exhibit Collection for Short Time

Cats had long been a source of mystical stength and energy to hosts of civilizations across the world and across time. There may be something worth seeing there, Joshua thought to himself as he stood up from behind the counter. But first, he had a few errands to run.

It was eleven a.m. Yep, time to drink.

 

[batnkevlar]

"My god..."

Clark steps closer to the images before him. He sees men and women doing strange and seemingly miraculous things. A woman in Canada causing a car to explode with a gesture. A gargantuine man in Bludhaven crushing a gun with his bare hands. A trio in Russia running at blinding speeds.

"I never realized there were so many others...like me."

He turns to Luthor.

"And all of these people are criminals?"

"No, of course not, but doesn't everyone have the capacity for good AND evil? Thus the watching by Big Brother is inevitable. Metahumans are coming more and more into play in the modern world. What happens ten years into the future? Metahuman crime galore. Twenty years? Metahuman police? Thirty years? Metahumans seperation, or human extinction. That is, unless we lead the world, metas and norms, into a better world."

I watch intently as an older man with a fiddle is frozen in ice by a woman and I turn to the alien.

"See? Murders by each other. Who's to stop them? Who's to draw the line?"

 

[Kaboom]

Joshua Blood took slammed back a shot of Jack Daniels in an dive bar on a random Gotham City street corner.

"A little too early to be drinking isn't it," the man sitting next to him said. Joshua scoffed. It was never to early. Besides what did he have to do today except to look at a few ancient cat artifacts that likely would be nothing more than a few "precious" gems.

"Another," Joshua commanded the barkeep.

"I'm going to have to ask your presidents uprfront," the bartender replied.

"If you say so," Joshua said as he poured a massive heap of salt onto the countertop.

"What are you--"

"One second," Joshua replied as he waved his hand over the pile he had just made, whispering a small incantation as he did so. Then, waving his hand in the opposite direction he pulled it upward, raising a small replication of the lincoln memorial.

It was magic--sort of--Salt was nothing more than a rock, but at the molecular level, a crystal lattice--Joshua merely affected the molecular bonds in order to form this.

"How's that?"

"This one's on me," the Bartender said.

"This is what you have been reduced. Cheap parlor tricks to score liquor," the man who was sitting next to Joshua added.

"Nobody asked for your opinion," Joshua said. The Bartender turned around.

"Huh, who you talkin to?" At least to the bartender, it appeared as if Joshua was his only patron.

"Just myself," Joshua replied as he slammed back the shot he had been given. "Nobody important."

 

[Andy C.]

(IC: Brainiac)

Still unused to the physical rigors of such a long flight, the body of Milton Fine was slumped over in a chair in the O'Haire Airport terminal. The journey from Tokyo to Gotham was unfortunately not a continuous flight; he was currently stranded for a three-hour holdover in Chicago. Unaccustomed to the concept of "jet-lag," Brainiac simply let his corporeal shell succumb to the disorientation, withdrawing his consciousness to recuperate.

Again, Fine's cellular phone rang. It seems he had become quite the popular person since his meeting with the Toyman. He let the phone ring this time, and after a few moments, received a message on his voice-mail.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fine. My name is Lucius Fox, a representative of Wayne Industries. I'm calling to let you know that all arrangements have been taken care of for your conference in Gotham. We're prepared to offer you a very lucrative deal. We'll have to talk about it more in person. Looking forward to meeting you."

The message played again, followed by a recorded voice asking whether to delete or save it. Brainiac didn't hear a word. At this point, his consciousness was calculating details of a strategem that would take millions of years to complete. His body, on the other hand, was snoring loudly, a bit of dribble running down the corner of his mouth.

 

[Kaboom]

Joshua Blood, was aproximately 6'2", but he weighed no more than a hundred sixty pounds or so. He called himself "wiry." He didn't pride himself in his appearance, or worry about appearances. It was why he let his long red hair grow out, and why the faintest odor of drunkeness seemed to follow him everywhere. It could also explain his eternal need to wear dark sunglasses. Like his father, and his father before him, a streak of white adorned his otherwise red hair...symbolic of his bond with the demon.

But Joshua had not been forced to summon that creature in years, and he enjoyed that more than anything. Living with a curse is like walking with a crutch. You learn to do it, and hope in the end it doesn't define your existence. Joshua was content to find his definition in alcohol.

He strutted up the steps of the Gotham Natural History Museum. A huge banner draped of the entrance:

The Cat Mystical Artificat Exhibit:
On Loan from Bruce Wayne.

Joshua Blood smirked, what a pretentious, self-involved clown that Bruce Wayne was. Joshua wondered if that man called Bruce Wayne ever lifted a finger to help anyone other than himself.

 

[Byrd Man]

JOHN CONSTANTINE


"Wow, talk about cliche's!"

Stepping into the room, the smell of Jasmine instantly fills my nostrils. Knowing all too well the voodoo nature of such a smell.

A woman, not old as the horror films suggest, but a mid twenties beauty, lays before us, disturbed by our presence, she looks prettty pissed.

"Hey darlin', do we need the pleasantries?"

I look her over while Constantine chit chats. She looks damn fine. The kind of woman I'd like to settle down with and **** in the ass. Although she doesn't seem to pleased by our being here.

"Um, John?"

He turns around and gives me a mean look.

"What the hell do you want, ya damn yank?"

"Nothing it just that....THERE'S A ****ING SPIDER ON YOUR HEAD!"

A huge Tarantula crawls on John's forhead while I whip out my pistols.

"Hold still......If I don't miss, then you can thank me."

"And what if you do miss?"

"......Then get me a some rags."

 

[Cyrusbales]

I look her over while Constantine chit chats. She looks damn fine. The kind of woman I'd like to settle down with and **** in the ass. Although she doesn't seem to pleased by our being here.

"Um, John?"

He turns around and gives me a mean look.

"What the hell do you want, ya damn yank?"

"Nothing it just that....THERE'S A ****ING SPIDER ON YOUR HEAD!"

A huge Tarantula crawls on John's forhead while I whip out my pistols.

"Hold still......If I don't miss, then you can thank me."

"And what if you do miss?"

"......Then get me a some rags."

CONSTANTINE

This clown thinks he can shoot some creepy crawly off my face? I brush it into the air and he puts a bullet through it whilst it's still just about an inch from my face.

"Nice shot, now don't ever do that ever again."

"Anyway, what's with all the zombies darlin'? Are they the only men you get?"

Even this cold hearted b*tch can't stand being spoken to like this.

"How amusing of you. You're either really stupid, or really clever, not which will it be?"

Wow, I expected her to speak like the other inbreds from down here. If she's not from here, then what's she doing here?

The ol' yank goes ahead with bullets first...

"No, not the bloody guns again..."

 

[Byrd Man]

CONSTANTINE

This clown thinks he can shoot some creepy crawly off my face? I brush it into the air and he puts a bullet through it whilst it's still just about an inch from my face.

"Nice shot, now don't ever do that ever again."

"Anyway, what's with all the zombies darlin'? Are they the only men you get?"

Even this cold hearted b*tch can't stand being spoken to like this.

"How amusing of you. You're either really stupid, or really clever, not which will it be?"

Wow, I expected her to speak like the other inbreds from down here. If she's not from here, then what's she doing here?

The ol' yank goes ahead with bullets first...

"No, not the bloody guns again..."

"**** you, all you've done is bit-ch a moan this whole time. You don't do $hit and all you cigarette smoke has probably given me cancer!"

I turn to the Voodoo Witch and pop off two shots. The bullets hang in midair while she looks at us with look that makes Boston piss himself.

"Oh $hit."

 

[Cyrusbales]

"**** you, all you've done is bit-ch a moan this whole time. You don't do $hit and all you cigarette smoke has probably given me cancer!"

I turn to the Voodoo Witch and pop off two shots. The bullets hang in midair while she looks at us with look that makes Boston piss himself.

"Oh $hit."

JOHN CONSTANTINE

"Always with the moaning, now look, where are you now? Oh, don't mind me, I'll just sit back and have a ciggy."

Leaning against the front wall of the room, I can almost hear the sound of them crapping themselves. "No bullets", do they listen? What do I know, I've only tackled hoards of demons and stared into the abyss, just to take a ***** in it. Damn yanks.

And Breathe, I think I'll make this smoke a long one.

"Come on then, she's all yours tough guy..."

 

[Byrd Man]

JOHN CONSTANTINE

"Always with the moaning, now look, where are you now? Oh, don't mind me, I'll just sit back and have a ciggy."

Leaning against the front wall of the room, I can almost hear the sound of them crapping themselves. "No bullets", do they listen? What do I know, I've only tackled hoards of demons and stared into the abyss, just to take a ***** in it. Damn yanks.

And Breathe, I think I'll make this smoke a long one.

"Come on then, she's all yours tough guy..."

"Fine then, smartass."

I reach into my trenchcoat pocket and pull out Exorsism For Dummies.

"Now let's see here.....page 215.....215...215....aha! It says here to read from the book of Pslams."

I search through my pockets and pull out a silver cross.

"The power of christ compells you! The power of christ compells you! Yea I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, cause I am the baddest mother*ucker in the goddamn valley!"

I throw the silver cross on the Witch Doctor and watch as she wriggles in pain.

"You turn, Mr. I'm so hip and emo with my ****ing smokes and don't care additude."

 

[Cyrusbales]

"Fine then, smartass."

I reach into my trenchcoat pocket and pull out Exorsism For Dummies.

"Now let's see here.....page 215.....215...215....aha! It says here to read from the book of Pslams."

I search through my pockets and pull out a silver cross.

"The power of christ compells you! The power of christ compells you! Yea I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, cause I am the baddest mother*ucker in the goddamn valley!"

I throw the silver cross on the Witch Doctor and watch as she wriggles in pain.

"You turn, Mr. I'm so hip and emo with my ****ing smokes and don't care additude."

JOHN CONSTANTINE

As I'm the only one here who's got a clue, and this once proud ciggy is merely ash, I should probably do something...

"OK then, I s'pose someone has to do something."

I walk up right up to the witch, she has that 'what the heck is he doing, i'm a witch!' look going on. She waves her hand at me. Nothing.

I show her my necklace, and she realizes she's powerless to me.

"What you say we play nice? Now I'll put this little charm round your neck, make you look all pretty like. The next move is yours."

Walking away, I know she's gonna try something. Three......two......one..... BOOM.

If it stops me from being affected whilst I'm wearing it. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out that using ol' witch powers whilst wearing it might be bad move?

"C'mon then ladies."

Mister 'Look at my guns' just stands there. Strange people, think they know it all. Screw this, I need a drink.

 

[Dawn]

16 years ago​

A boy is born, his name is Garfield Mark Logan. This would be a happy day for most, but not today. The doctor has just informed his parants that he has a rare illness and is going to die. His parents, with their wealth, was able to cure him by extracted a serum from a green monkey, of unknown origin. His illness is cured, but a side affect of it changes his skin color, eye color, and even hair color a light green. His parants don't mind though, they love him just the same.

10 years ago ​

"Gar" as his parants call him is having his 6th birthday. His mother gives him a book with animal pictures in it.

"Mommy, Daddy look at this."

They are all suprised to find out that if he see's a picture of an animal he is able to transform into it. But the only difference between his animals and real animals, his are all a light green color.

7 years ago​

Gar is now 9 years old and is now being home schooled by his mother. He has been going to school seance he was 6 and is never going back from the other kids who make fun off him.

"I'm never going back to school, not if every body is goin' to treat me like a freak. I wish I never got that shot!"

A tall man in a nice busieness suit comes into the room with him.
"You shouldn't say that son, if you hadn't of got that shot then you would have died, and me and your mother would never be happy again. And one day I think the whole world will accept you for who you are and what you can do. I also believe you have theses powers for a reason."

"You really think that dad?"

"Yes son, I really do."

6 years ago​

On a boat about 10 miles off of the Gulf of Mexico. Gar and his parents celebrate his 10th birthday. But this day doesn't go the way it was planned. A fire brakes out and his parents are trapped inside of the boat.
Tears start to run down his face. As he trys to navigate through the smoke.​

"Mom, Dad! Can You Hear Me!"​

"Gar! Get Out Of Hear!" yells his father from the other side of the fire.
The flow of tears gets worse. And the boat starts to sink.​

"I can't leave you two what will I do without you! No one will ever accept me!"​

"Gar, just remeber what we talked about. As long as you use your powers for good, you will be like you for who you are."​

The boat explodes seconds later, and a light green dolpine can be seen swimming away. After these events a man named Nicholas Galtry, the attorney for his parents' estate takes Gar in as his leagal gaurdian.​

1 year ago​

After a few "accidents" as Galtry calls them Gar runs away from home,bealiveing he is trying to kill him to get his parents' money.​

Presant day​

Gar has been on the run for one year. In this year he has been putting on shows on the streets for money. He has also given the name Beast Boy by the few fans he has. Others just see him as a side show freak. His only real problem is Galtry who has been searching for him day and night seace he left home. He has made several attempts to capture this month alown. Gar has been able to get away each time but Galtry is getting desperate. Next time he might not get away.​

Side Show Freak Act. 1 Ch.1 They call me Beast Boy.​

"I've been in L.A. for two weeks now. I got thrown out of two hotels, and chased off from my own show. God this sucks." Gar thinks to himself as he wakes up from his sleep the back ally. He yawns and yalks out into the light.

He looks to be about sixteen. He wears an old pair of riped Old Navy blue jeans and a dirty looking hoody. He picks up his backpack that looks no better than he is and walks out int the street, looks both ways and darts across it to the other side.

"Hmmmm. Where should I set up today." He says as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

"Ahaa." His face light up, there it is the perfect spot. Is at a four way intersection. He looks at his watch looking just as bad. It's 4:45pm. fifteen minites until the traffic start to flow in. Not only cars but people too. He starts to run for the faster he gets there the better chance he has to be ready when people get there. As the moment of truth arrives he his somthing thst looks felt like a wall. He looks up to see a hobo standing over him. He is tall and looks old, real old. And as dirty as Gar, no worse. He also has a lond beard that goes down to his chest and looks like it's been set on fire a few times.

"Sorry my green friend, but this street corner is taken." He speaks with a strange accent, kind of like a hippie.

"Taken by who?" Gar damands.

"Me, thats who."

"Well, who are you."

"I'm me."

"I No That. I Mean Whats Your Name Dude." Sounding confused and anoyed at the same time.

"Well, folks around here call me.... THE RED FLAME!!!!"

"Huh."

"I'm the worlds greatest fire breather. Whats your name?"

"Umm. Garfield." He says slightly trown off by the question.

"No. Your other name boy."

"Oh. Well they call me Beast Boy."

 

[Lord Doom]

Alan Scott stood at the mirror wearing a long green cape, dark-green pants, a purple shirt with modified "Green Lantern Corps emblem" on the chest, and a sleek black mask over his eyes.

"What do you think, Rob?"

Robbie Dickles looked away from the television for a moment, to study his friend's new costume design.

"It looks a little... 1970s-ish..."

Alan rolled his eyes and the costume dissapeared to be replaced by a long, purple coat with gold cuffs, a dark-green shirt, black pants, and a golden mask.

"How about THIS one?"

"You look like a Mardi Gras reject."

Alan let out an exasperatted sigh.

"JESUS, ROBBIE..."

"You wanted me to be honest, right?"

Alan switched to another costume. Then another, and another.

"It's times like these when I wish I knew where Black Canary is hiding herself. Boy, that lady was a class-act. She had a GREAT fasion sense."

"Not to mention a great pair of hooters. That girl was a FIIIINNNE specimine of the female anatomy. That Wonderwoman ain't got NOTHIN' on her!"

Alan nodded in agreement.

"How come you and Dinah never... Ya know...?"

"There was something there but... Anyway, I have no idea WHERE she is now. The only person I can think of that might know where to find her is... That's IT!"

Robert Dickles leaped out of his seat.

"You got a naked picture of her?!"

Robbie barely managed to dodge the green pillow that flew towards his face.

"No, you perv! Jay Garrick!"

"The FLASH has a naked picture of the Black Canary??"

Robbie was unable to dodge the SECOND pillow.

"Jay knows where to find Dinah. I think. Wanna head to his place and find out?"

"Let me put on my special cologne!"

 

[The Question]

"No, of course not, but doesn't everyone have the capacity for good AND evil? Thus the watching by Big Brother is inevitable. Metahumans are coming more and more into play in the modern world. What happens ten years into the future? Metahuman crime galore. Twenty years? Metahuman police? Thirty years? Metahumans seperation, or human extinction. That is, unless we lead the world, metas and norms, into a better world."

I watch intently as an older man with a fiddle is frozen in ice by a woman and I turn to the alien.

"See? Murders by each other. Who's to stop them? Who's to draw the line?"

"I'm sorry. This is all a little much to take in at once. Before today I'd only heard of three other people on the planet who could do things like this."