SafekeepingJinx sat on the metal picnic table looking out over the bay. Her normally high standing hair clinging to her face in a wet mess. Her makeup had long since washed off, whether it was from tears or the rain it was rather hard to tell. It was one of those days she was left thinking what the hell am I doing with my life.
She was the leader of her team sure, but none of them cared a damn about her. Hell they hardly listened to her at best. The only reason they were together is none of them had a place to go after the academy got shut down. They made what they had work, she had never known any different. After all she was just a freak, the bringer of bad luck.
Well, what she was right now was cold, hungry and wet. But they hadn't been successful in their endeavor lately. Somehow a Titan or two always seemed to know where they'd be heading next. She couldn't help but wonder if heroes had that kind of problems. She sighed as the rain picked up, she could go home. Well the closest thing s
(Catwoman) Her Pet ProjectWhen Catwoman awoke, she found herself blinking at a pink water bowl with “Pretty Kitty” printed on the side.
“Nhhh…” she groaned.
A round hip jutted up from the way she laid on her side, sinuous legs shifting as she stirred. She propped herself onto an elbow, nose wrinkled with displeasure at her head ache, green eyes slowly looking around her surroundings.
She saw bars, stainless steel and polished rather than the kind in jail cells. She could only see darkness outside the bars. There wasn’t just a water bowl, but also a food bowl, and scattered on the carpet were different items like balls of string, a plush mouse with a bell on its neck, a feather attached to a string. In fact, set right in front of her was a plush kitty wearing a t shirt and a big grin, arms held out wide as if for a hug.
“Rrr…” Catwoman kicked at the stuffed animal and sat up.
The kick knocked a bit of pink powder out of it, wafting up from where she kicked it
Short Story: Sandra's Work Ethic "What are you doing?!"
"Keeping you quiet." Sandra quickly replied as she forced her coworker down onto the toilet in the staff bathroom.
It had all happened so fast. Selia was only two steps in the bathroom when the large door behind her quickly closed. She turned her head and for an instant saw her lazy blond coworker before she was forced around and pinned down. Before she knew it, something wide and long was circling her body, pinning her arms tightly behind her back.
"Are you seri-mmmph!" Sandra had taken a clean rag from the shelf fillies with cleaning supplies and whatnot and stuffed it into Selia's mouth. The feeling of something with a cloth-like texture filling her mouth was new to Selia, causing the disgust of her predicament delayed after the several seconds of feeling perplexed. She couldn't lift her tongue or move it forward to push o