Teen Legion : Chapter 6"Okay gang we need to split up in groups! Brainiac 5, Raven you two are going to Love Avenue with Chameleon Boy and Beast Boy. Me and Lighting Lad are going to stay here and hack on his main-frame. Duo Damsel, Starfire, and Cyborg you guys are going to go find Mad Mod and Killer Moth because they escapes from jail." Robin told everyone.Teen Legion : Chapter 67 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Great.......I'm with a bunch of girls." Cyborg complained.
"Deal with it." Robin said.
***Love Avenue / The Loading Docks***
Brainiac 5, Raven, Beast Boy, and Chameleon Boy were hiding behind crates of soda.
Brainy then took control, "Chameleon Boy and Beast Boy. You two go on the boat and see if the money or the Riddler is there."
Beast Boy gave Brainy a salute and both of them ran to the boat.
"So what are we doing?" Raven asked.
Brainy pointed to a warehouse and whispered, "Lets go."
"Ewww, it's all green." Beast Boy whined as he went below deck.
Chamleon Boy and Beast Boy looked up and down the halls for any thing. Chameleon Boy stopped and so did
Teen Legion : Chapter 5"Thanks alot Robin...we went all the way to Alaska to find nothing!" Beast Boy yelled at Robin.Teen Legion : Chapter 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted Red X." Robin said throwing his self on the couch.
Everyone was yelling at Robin expect the Legionnaires and Cyborg. Ever since Cyborg met Brainiac 5 he never trusted him and he was going to find out why.
Brainiac 5 was walking with his head down facing the floor and he really wanted to talk with someone. He usaully talked with Saturn Girl, but she wasn't there.
Raven was walking in the same hallway and she was reading a book. They walked closer and closer until CRASH!
"Hey watch it!" Raven yelled getting up from the floor.
Brainy sat on the floor and didn't look up at her. Raven tried to make him look up, but he still kept looking down at the floor.
"Ummm." Raven sat back on the floor and saw that he was about to cry.
"Hey....I didn't mean to yell at you."
He just blinked and finally looked up at her. He didn't say anything he just sat up and leaned against
Still Waiting for the AirbagsSid considers himself a pretty amazing guy.Still Waiting for the Airbags5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To most onlookers, Sid is a high school dropout that got a job that practically called to him garbage disposal. It only makes sense for shit to handle shit. It's the view of most middle class ingrates that Sid has gotten used to. Well, fuck them and their white collars.
If anything, Sid was glad he was a garbage man. He had to wake up early, yeah, but after a semi-normal work day he could play the rest of the morning (and night) away. Handling other people's trash also had its physical advantages, of course. Sid had slowly grown from a skinny, pasty teenager to a tan, well-muscled young man. If he felt especially sexy that day, he would wear his old skull print shirt. The feeling of his muscles being barely contained by the flimsy cloth gave him a feeling of pride and an air of confidence. The staring housewives probably helped with that.
For Every Mountain, A MiraclePulling on his signature black skull shirt, Sid was ready to take on his first day of school. Not really needing anything else (Sid opted to leave his books at school and steal lunch money from some poor, unsuspecting geek), Sid pulled a half eaten granola bar out of his pantry, ate it in one bite, and walked to the door.For Every Mountain, A Miracle5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sid leisurely walked out of his house, his hands deep in his pockets and his stride loose and relaxed. Sid doesn't bother to announce his departure on the way out anymore. As if his dead-beat parents would even care if their 7 year old son went missing.
Sid's house was dark and unkempt, the wood planks of the floorboards sticking out and some screws coming loose. There were several holes in the roof, Sid finding himself more than once falling asleep and waking up to a mini flood on a rainy day. The grass on the lawn was tall enough to swallow up the small forgotten toys scattered across it. He preferred