A Dark and Stormy Night...

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It's a weight manacled to your ankles, pulling you down into deep dark water.

It's being lifted up on bubbles of air and breaking the surface.

It's being thrown in to a snowdrift after having slept for a long time in a warm bed.

It's that gasp of air after almost drowning.

It's as if a thick shroud has been draped over your memory.

It's an electric jolt, unlooked for and unexpected.

It's being alive once more.

Sweet air is sucked into his lungs and the pin pricks of flesh exposed to cold air washes over him. Though the sky is dark and cloudy, he raises a hand to shield his eyes. The cool sensation of wet grass under his bare feet is swiftly overcome by the chill of wind and rain over his naked flesh.

Slowly he rises from his crouched position. With lush and wild grass all about him and the twinkling lights of civilization in the distance, he find himself on the side of a mountain. Shivering in the cold, he cannot help but smile.

Ras Al Ghul lives once more.

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Billy watched the air shimmer as the Stranger's egress closed.
Once he was certain the Spectre had left, he let out a breath of air.
Hopefully the Stranger should be able to pull their plan off.

Hopefully.


Looking around he gives a low whistle.
"Wow, this place is a mess."

Death by fear:

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That hack Murmur thought that his last work was a masterpiece? The Scarecrow would show this child how to do things.

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( Death of a Model -- Warning: not for the faint of heart )

Go ahead, Murmur. Top that, if you can.

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Cassie Sandsmark paces around her living room, nervous. She’s got her latest History paper clutched in her hand, with a broad A+ written across the top, and she’s practicing her best Mommy-I-love-you smile. The last time she’d had one of those plastered on her face, she’d asked her mom to let her get her belly button pierced. That time, she’d been holding an A-grade English paper. But Cassie was already good in English. If there was any one subject in which the blonde teenager did not excel, it was History. She loved the ancient stuff, but the second they hit the Middle Ages and beyond, Cassie had zoned out.

Granted, she needed something now. Something important. Something that wasn’t as stupid or as trivial as her bellybutton piercing.

Cassie glances at the clock. Mom should be home from the museum any moment now. She has tea brewing, and there’s a fresh plate of butter cookies cooling on the kitchen table. Suck-up food. Along with suck-up grades.

Please, Mom. Just say yes to what I’m going to ask you. And please don’t get upset and take away my powers.

She bites her lip as she hears a key turning the lock.

Mom’s home.