The man crouches in front of a large army duffel bag, quietly counting out how many arrow sets he has, (at least three of every type he's invented so far), his crossbow, compound bow, and making sure the newly repaired costume hasn't unraveled in the hours since he dug it back up. Once he's ascertained that everything he needs to wreak havoc on the ( Read more... )

"I guess I'll see you at your apartment," Diana says to Steve, before racing off down the city street and tossing her scarf over her shoulder at him. She runs down a sidestreet, shedding her coat and ripping off her sweater and skirt to reveal the star-spangled armored costume she always wears underneath. She races out of the alleyway, golden ( Read more... )

The last forty-eight hours of Arthur Curry's life have basically sucked, and it is starting to look like the universe is going for a seventy-two hour spree. His best friend is in the hospital, his boat's half-wrecked, he is about to get his ass handed to him in court for his dolphin freeing spree, and he is apparently supposed to save the world ( Read more... )