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shankieWally confronts a Superman clone in the future, alongside allies in the future; and Bruce lands himself in all kinds of trouble...
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Chapter Nine: The Legacy of Villains
The 22nd century
Wally looked up in the blackness of the starless night sky and bit his lip.
"So, Superman clone. What do we need to know?"
Victor shifted next to him.
"According to our records, you know everything we do, with one exception; he has an added ability. Tactile telekinesis."
"What does that even mean?"
"Don't let him touch you."
"Great, I'll keep that in mind," Wally said humorlessly, gritting his teeth. "Plan?"
"We've got it covered. Flashes, give us ten minutes distraction. After that, if we're not dead already, go all out, our plan will have failed."
"That's all you're giving us?" Bart asked. "Just keep him distracted for a while?"
"He might be listening," Victoria said, "Flash and... well, all the Flashes, spread out, everyone else take positions."
The Bats jumped off the rooftop and vanished; Wally stayed put as the girl-Flash and grown-up-Bart headed in different directions out of sight. They'd just looked at each other, and without even the need for communication, nodded and formed a plan.
If someday, this was the kind of relationship he'd have with Bart, it was certainly something to look forward to. He'd been trying to push thinking about home out of his mind, just press through and get there, but a painful tight grip on his heart made him grip the side of the building and let out a weary sigh.
Wally didn't have any reckoning of how long he'd been at this. Days? Had barely slept, barely eaten, and had only the most basic grasp of what was going on at any one time. He was tired.
There was a lot to do before he could rest.
'Distract Superman for ten minutes. Without getting killed. You can do this, Wally. We can do this. Nobody dies.'
He took a deep breath, and watched as a point of color in the sky descended slowly. Everyone else was hidden away, as much as anyone could hide from this guy, and he was the bait. Distraction tactics.
The figure became clearer, and at a distance he could swear it was Clark, in a long black coat over a stylistic version of his uniform. He floated closer, and Wally could see it wasn't Clark at all; it could be his son, for the same lines of his face, the same sleek black hair.
He could make out the blue color of his eyes and a wicked smirk, and he gulped.
"Well, this is certainly unexpected. But futile," the Superman said, putting his hands on his hips as he landed.
Wally backed off a step, keeping in mind the warning.
"What'cha talkin' about, big guy? I'm just here on vacation."
The Superman laughed, and Wally almost didn't dodge the sudden advance in time, running off the side of the next building and up higher, leaping over rooftops in a circle. He looked back, and sure enough, he was being chased. At least for the moment.
Another loop, and he wasn't; Superman was going for one of the warehouses.
Wally growled and took off after him, and Bart was at his side.
"Igoleftyougoright," Bart said, hopefully faster than even Superman could hear, and they split ways.
Wally leaped down to the street and they circled around, up the wall, coming together in front of Superman just after he impacted with the wall and sent them tumbling inside, latched onto him with death-grips on his clothes.
They both began hitting him at speed with free hands, and Wally felt the bones in his knuckles begin to crack long before he felt the pain begin shooting through his arm, the cloth of his uniform fraying and his skin tearing with each impact, but he just gritted his teeth and kept going.
The Superman was obviously feeling their efforts, and it wasn't until Wally knew his fists were ready to shatter that the power they'd been warned about reared it's head. Superman yelled in fury and there was a tightening around Wally's throat, and both of them were suspended in front of the leering face, hands around some unseen force cutting off air.
"You think you can hurt me? Pathetic."
Wally wanted to snap back at him, but just made a choked noise and kicked out, managing to get Superman good in the face, enough to distract him, and they both fell to the ground and took off running.
'Right, wait ten minutes and THEN go all out, yeah, that'll work.' His knuckles throbbed, and he knew his right hand would be pretty useless, but they'd bought some time.
The girl-Flash appeared at his side, and yelled at speed, "One!"
"Two!" Wally replied.
"Three!" he heard Bart yell, and they circled back at once, good hands and rage against the hurdling rocket, like punching concrete over and over; except that concrete would actually give against his aura.
They went through another wall, and Wally felt a rib crack, then the delayed agony that made him stop just long enough to fall in the rubble and watch the other two keep going at the enraged Superman, and long enough to wonder just where the Bats were. He suspected at least one of them was behind the steel wall the three were about to ram through. His mind did a quick calculation; it'd been three minutes.
Just three minutes, and he felt like he was going to pass out.
'Wally, you're better than this. How can you stop Savitar if you can't even stay in a fight for THREE MINUTES?'
He gritted his teeth and leapt up, and onto Superman's back, wrapping his right arm around his neck and punching against the back of his head with abandon, at least five hundred blows before they were crashing through another wall and he fell off, his left hand now in the same shape as his right.
Victor was there, and began to move, dodging the ramming blow Superman had tried to pull, and yet another wall went crumbling around him.
'Don't these guys have kryptonite or something? Jeeze.'
The three speedsters jumped on Superman's back, and Wally ignored the fire shooting through him, of cracking bones and aching, hungry muscles, feeling the Speed Force running through him like a live wire; for all the good it did.
Superman threw his arms back and another rib gave as he flipped them back into the floor and continued stalking toward Victor.
Six minutes.
'Whatever Bats has up his sleeve, it better be good.'
"You think they could really save you, Victor?" Superman said darkly, "Do you think you have any chance of stopping me this time?"
"I will, Kon. Even if I have to kill you, I'll stop you." Victor said, and Wally could hear a trace of regret through the strength of his words.
"I don't think so."
Superman punched through the wall again, breaking it apart and shoving his arm through, pulling it back with Robin in his fist, dangling by his neck, with a keypad falling from his hand to the ground.
There was a crashing through the skylight above them, and Victoria landed behind Superman, hunched on the ground, grabbing the keypad and taking off at the speed of sound.
Bart struggled up, and circled the group; Superman... Kon... tried to follow him with his eyes, but Bart made it behind him faster, with machine gun-fast blows along his elbow that made him reflexively drop Robin.
Bart caught him and ran off, and Wally found it in him to get up, and back down the length of the warehouse, making at Kon with all the speed he could muster. He passed the sound barrier halfway across the floor, and neared the speed of light when he launched into a solid kick with two feet planted in Kon's waist, and they both went flying through the hole in the wall with a reverberating Crack! as physics rebelled against the blow.
Seven and a half minutes.
Wally barely managed to stand up and move away from the Superman now howling in fury, looking at him with red glowing eyes that truly terrified him, shaking him to the core. The black coat was in tatters, and the dark room was red with Kon's rage.
"You picked the wrong time to vacation in Gotham, whoever you are."
"You're tellin' me," Wally said, a wheeze from the ribs pressing against his lungs coming out through his voice. "Next time, how about tea and crumpets instead, huh?"
Bart came charging in, but Kon caught him in his fist, squeezing, and Bart gripped the hand with his own, cringing and his eyes squeezed shut as he fought.
"He'll be the first to die. And you will be the second. Then there will be nothing to stop me."
"Kon!" Victor's voice rang out from on top of the rubble of the wall, his black uniform silhouetted against the faint yellow security lights behind him. "You aren't here for them. You're here for us," he said, with the gravel of Batman's voice filling the room.
Kon laughed darkly and tossed Bart aside, lying still where he fell. Wally stood stock-still as Kon turned to Victor with malice and lips drawn back from his teeth.
Nine minutes.
If Wally began running now, and hit Kon again with what he had left, he could send them both in a tear across the face of the Earth that would burn through to China, if China was even still a country, but that wasn't the plan. Whatever the plan was.
He'd taken too long to think, and Kon hit him with heat vision across his thigh, and Wally fell on his knee, holding the cauterized wound in his hand, sucking in a stiff breath. 'Useless, can't do one thing, can't do this one thing, can't save Batman...'
"Thanks," he squeaked out, for not cutting my leg off, he didn't finish.
No need to give him more ideas.
"It's a shame your illustrious career has to end this way, Victor," Kon said with a smirk. "I'm sure I'll miss you."
Wally hunched over and focused hard, as the Speed Force was running in him like a raging river again, and he latched onto it, felt his body vibrate against the floor, and there was more fire in his aching knuckles, the sharp piercing of cracked ribs, and the gash across his thigh, and then the pain was gone like a shadow, leaving his muscles burning with a need for fuel.
He wasn't sure what had just happened, but whatever it was had given him a second wind, and Wally jumped up from his crouch, sending Kon toppling into the ground, with a look of surprise on the face he began to pummel again, screaming wordlessly.
'Nobodydiesnobodydiesnineandahalfminutesnobodydies...'
He kept going, until someone caught his arms and pulled him back, and he was panting, falling back and looking up at the girl-Flash holding him in her arms.
"Enough, it's done," she said.
"Did I..." His thought trailed off and he watched Kon groan and rub his face, showing signs of their combined efforts as he pulled himself off the ground unsteadily. "Is he..?"
"It's over," Victor reiterated, and helped Kon up the rest of the way with an offered hand. "Welcome back."
"Luthor," Kon growled. "If he wasn't already dead..."
Batman and Superman looked at each other with some sort of mutual understanding, and Wally picked Bart's unconscious, but breathing and apparently healing body, off the ground, and Victoria walked in with her arm around Robin.
"How did you do it?" Kon asked. "I thought you didn't know the other word."
"We didn't," Robin said, holding up the keypad, "frequency modulator set on random. Slim chance it'd work, but it did."
"So that's what that noise was."
"Guys, as interesting as this is, I really, really need to get going," Wally said. "We both do, and we still need your help."
"Of course," Victor said, "regroup at the cave."
* * *
The present
"Sir?" Bruce tilted his head to one side as he pulled his gauntlet on, distantly listening to Alfred's entreaties. "I'm well aware of what your responsibilities mean to you, but if I may be so bold.."
"Not now, Alfred."
"Master Bruce, you have guests arriving at any moment; and not just any guests, I may remind you."
"Alfred..."
"I've remained silent on this subject, sir, but this is enough. I must protest this rash behavior, on this day of all days."
Bruce swung around and faced Alfred pointedly.
"There is someone out there, right now, who has approached my boys, who knows them, who may know even more. I have to end this now," he said firmly, and pulled on his cowl. "I'll be damned if..."
He stopped, looking at the concern in the other man's face with a sigh.
"I'll be back. Remind Bart that this isn't the time to be showing off his powers."
"I don't think it's a concern, sir."
"Just the same."
Bruce opened the canopy of the Batmobile and leapt in, letting the engine roar as it drew closed and he flew off into the setting twilight towards the city. Now he'd managed to push away someone else for the sin of trying to talk reason into him.
Bart hadn't spoken to him. He'd forced Dick away for his repeated questioning of his performance, into not having set foot into Gotham for over a week, Tim for suggesting that he take a break, and he'd just hung up on Clark that morning. Twice. And then simply refused to answer the phone.
Clark wanted him to face reality. Well, here he was, stopping a very real threat to his... family.
The Sprang bridge hummed under his wheels, and the looming face of Gotham was all around him, hiding a red-masked man from him. Not tonight.
Bruce hid the Batmobile in an overpass in the East End, and began running over rooftops to his destination; Selina's apartment. The figure had been seen with Catwoman, a lead he'd pushed aside as a last resort, and here he was.
He swung onto the balcony, careful to land against he wall, out of sight of the dark interior, pressing against the brick and listening for movement, hearing only silence and the murmuring of the city beneath. He reached out and tried the glass door with care, finding it locked, which was no surprise.
It was hardly the first time he'd broken into this apartment, and in little time he was inside, giving it a visual inspection.
Cat statues, the opulent four-poster bed, everything Selina always surrounded herself with, but nothing more. Nothing amiss. He walked towards her desk, clicking on a flashlight that he moved over innocuous papers on top, looking over a letter as he opened the top drawer.
He wasn't paying enough attention.
The room instantly filled with clouds of smoky gas, and his vision went blurry as he reached for the mask in his belt, only to feel a sharp blow over his face. Bruce went down on his hands and knees, and tried to pull together the focus to find his attacker, but he was blind in the haze, and felt any focus at all slipping away rapidly.
It was a trap, and he'd walked right into it.
"You know, I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to just walk in here, but it seems to me you've been pretty stupid for a while now." There was another blow, and he dropped to the ground, looking up with wobbly eyes. "Didn't like my present, I take it?"
Bruce made out the red-masked figure emerging from the ink, laughing, and then he didn't see anything.
(This chapter, and up to the end, betaed by the beautiful and talented
merfilly. I also have pretty much a good chunk of my flist and others to thank for inspiration, ass-kickings, and lots of stuff. You know who you are, and you rock. I know this was a long wait between chapters. With all luck, it'll have been worth it.)Chapter Nine: The Legacy of Villains
The 22nd century
Wally looked up in the blackness of the starless night sky and bit his lip.
"So, Superman clone. What do we need to know?"
Victor shifted next to him.
"According to our records, you know everything we do, with one exception; he has an added ability. Tactile telekinesis."
"What does that even mean?"
"Don't let him touch you."
"Great, I'll keep that in mind," Wally said humorlessly, gritting his teeth. "Plan?"
"We've got it covered. Flashes, give us ten minutes distraction. After that, if we're not dead already, go all out, our plan will have failed."
"That's all you're giving us?" Bart asked. "Just keep him distracted for a while?"
"He might be listening," Victoria said, "Flash and... well, all the Flashes, spread out, everyone else take positions."
The Bats jumped off the rooftop and vanished; Wally stayed put as the girl-Flash and grown-up-Bart headed in different directions out of sight. They'd just looked at each other, and without even the need for communication, nodded and formed a plan.
If someday, this was the kind of relationship he'd have with Bart, it was certainly something to look forward to. He'd been trying to push thinking about home out of his mind, just press through and get there, but a painful tight grip on his heart made him grip the side of the building and let out a weary sigh.
Wally didn't have any reckoning of how long he'd been at this. Days? Had barely slept, barely eaten, and had only the most basic grasp of what was going on at any one time. He was tired.
There was a lot to do before he could rest.
'Distract Superman for ten minutes. Without getting killed. You can do this, Wally. We can do this. Nobody dies.'
He took a deep breath, and watched as a point of color in the sky descended slowly. Everyone else was hidden away, as much as anyone could hide from this guy, and he was the bait. Distraction tactics.
The figure became clearer, and at a distance he could swear it was Clark, in a long black coat over a stylistic version of his uniform. He floated closer, and Wally could see it wasn't Clark at all; it could be his son, for the same lines of his face, the same sleek black hair.
He could make out the blue color of his eyes and a wicked smirk, and he gulped.
"Well, this is certainly unexpected. But futile," the Superman said, putting his hands on his hips as he landed.
Wally backed off a step, keeping in mind the warning.
"What'cha talkin' about, big guy? I'm just here on vacation."
The Superman laughed, and Wally almost didn't dodge the sudden advance in time, running off the side of the next building and up higher, leaping over rooftops in a circle. He looked back, and sure enough, he was being chased. At least for the moment.
Another loop, and he wasn't; Superman was going for one of the warehouses.
Wally growled and took off after him, and Bart was at his side.
"Igoleftyougoright," Bart said, hopefully faster than even Superman could hear, and they split ways.
Wally leaped down to the street and they circled around, up the wall, coming together in front of Superman just after he impacted with the wall and sent them tumbling inside, latched onto him with death-grips on his clothes.
They both began hitting him at speed with free hands, and Wally felt the bones in his knuckles begin to crack long before he felt the pain begin shooting through his arm, the cloth of his uniform fraying and his skin tearing with each impact, but he just gritted his teeth and kept going.
The Superman was obviously feeling their efforts, and it wasn't until Wally knew his fists were ready to shatter that the power they'd been warned about reared it's head. Superman yelled in fury and there was a tightening around Wally's throat, and both of them were suspended in front of the leering face, hands around some unseen force cutting off air.
"You think you can hurt me? Pathetic."
Wally wanted to snap back at him, but just made a choked noise and kicked out, managing to get Superman good in the face, enough to distract him, and they both fell to the ground and took off running.
'Right, wait ten minutes and THEN go all out, yeah, that'll work.' His knuckles throbbed, and he knew his right hand would be pretty useless, but they'd bought some time.
The girl-Flash appeared at his side, and yelled at speed, "One!"
"Two!" Wally replied.
"Three!" he heard Bart yell, and they circled back at once, good hands and rage against the hurdling rocket, like punching concrete over and over; except that concrete would actually give against his aura.
They went through another wall, and Wally felt a rib crack, then the delayed agony that made him stop just long enough to fall in the rubble and watch the other two keep going at the enraged Superman, and long enough to wonder just where the Bats were. He suspected at least one of them was behind the steel wall the three were about to ram through. His mind did a quick calculation; it'd been three minutes.
Just three minutes, and he felt like he was going to pass out.
'Wally, you're better than this. How can you stop Savitar if you can't even stay in a fight for THREE MINUTES?'
He gritted his teeth and leapt up, and onto Superman's back, wrapping his right arm around his neck and punching against the back of his head with abandon, at least five hundred blows before they were crashing through another wall and he fell off, his left hand now in the same shape as his right.
Victor was there, and began to move, dodging the ramming blow Superman had tried to pull, and yet another wall went crumbling around him.
'Don't these guys have kryptonite or something? Jeeze.'
The three speedsters jumped on Superman's back, and Wally ignored the fire shooting through him, of cracking bones and aching, hungry muscles, feeling the Speed Force running through him like a live wire; for all the good it did.
Superman threw his arms back and another rib gave as he flipped them back into the floor and continued stalking toward Victor.
Six minutes.
'Whatever Bats has up his sleeve, it better be good.'
"You think they could really save you, Victor?" Superman said darkly, "Do you think you have any chance of stopping me this time?"
"I will, Kon. Even if I have to kill you, I'll stop you." Victor said, and Wally could hear a trace of regret through the strength of his words.
"I don't think so."
Superman punched through the wall again, breaking it apart and shoving his arm through, pulling it back with Robin in his fist, dangling by his neck, with a keypad falling from his hand to the ground.
There was a crashing through the skylight above them, and Victoria landed behind Superman, hunched on the ground, grabbing the keypad and taking off at the speed of sound.
Bart struggled up, and circled the group; Superman... Kon... tried to follow him with his eyes, but Bart made it behind him faster, with machine gun-fast blows along his elbow that made him reflexively drop Robin.
Bart caught him and ran off, and Wally found it in him to get up, and back down the length of the warehouse, making at Kon with all the speed he could muster. He passed the sound barrier halfway across the floor, and neared the speed of light when he launched into a solid kick with two feet planted in Kon's waist, and they both went flying through the hole in the wall with a reverberating Crack! as physics rebelled against the blow.
Seven and a half minutes.
Wally barely managed to stand up and move away from the Superman now howling in fury, looking at him with red glowing eyes that truly terrified him, shaking him to the core. The black coat was in tatters, and the dark room was red with Kon's rage.
"You picked the wrong time to vacation in Gotham, whoever you are."
"You're tellin' me," Wally said, a wheeze from the ribs pressing against his lungs coming out through his voice. "Next time, how about tea and crumpets instead, huh?"
Bart came charging in, but Kon caught him in his fist, squeezing, and Bart gripped the hand with his own, cringing and his eyes squeezed shut as he fought.
"He'll be the first to die. And you will be the second. Then there will be nothing to stop me."
"Kon!" Victor's voice rang out from on top of the rubble of the wall, his black uniform silhouetted against the faint yellow security lights behind him. "You aren't here for them. You're here for us," he said, with the gravel of Batman's voice filling the room.
Kon laughed darkly and tossed Bart aside, lying still where he fell. Wally stood stock-still as Kon turned to Victor with malice and lips drawn back from his teeth.
Nine minutes.
If Wally began running now, and hit Kon again with what he had left, he could send them both in a tear across the face of the Earth that would burn through to China, if China was even still a country, but that wasn't the plan. Whatever the plan was.
He'd taken too long to think, and Kon hit him with heat vision across his thigh, and Wally fell on his knee, holding the cauterized wound in his hand, sucking in a stiff breath. 'Useless, can't do one thing, can't do this one thing, can't save Batman...'
"Thanks," he squeaked out, for not cutting my leg off, he didn't finish.
No need to give him more ideas.
"It's a shame your illustrious career has to end this way, Victor," Kon said with a smirk. "I'm sure I'll miss you."
Wally hunched over and focused hard, as the Speed Force was running in him like a raging river again, and he latched onto it, felt his body vibrate against the floor, and there was more fire in his aching knuckles, the sharp piercing of cracked ribs, and the gash across his thigh, and then the pain was gone like a shadow, leaving his muscles burning with a need for fuel.
He wasn't sure what had just happened, but whatever it was had given him a second wind, and Wally jumped up from his crouch, sending Kon toppling into the ground, with a look of surprise on the face he began to pummel again, screaming wordlessly.
'Nobodydiesnobodydiesnineandahalfminutesnobodydies...'
He kept going, until someone caught his arms and pulled him back, and he was panting, falling back and looking up at the girl-Flash holding him in her arms.
"Enough, it's done," she said.
"Did I..." His thought trailed off and he watched Kon groan and rub his face, showing signs of their combined efforts as he pulled himself off the ground unsteadily. "Is he..?"
"It's over," Victor reiterated, and helped Kon up the rest of the way with an offered hand. "Welcome back."
"Luthor," Kon growled. "If he wasn't already dead..."
Batman and Superman looked at each other with some sort of mutual understanding, and Wally picked Bart's unconscious, but breathing and apparently healing body, off the ground, and Victoria walked in with her arm around Robin.
"How did you do it?" Kon asked. "I thought you didn't know the other word."
"We didn't," Robin said, holding up the keypad, "frequency modulator set on random. Slim chance it'd work, but it did."
"So that's what that noise was."
"Guys, as interesting as this is, I really, really need to get going," Wally said. "We both do, and we still need your help."
"Of course," Victor said, "regroup at the cave."
The present
"Sir?" Bruce tilted his head to one side as he pulled his gauntlet on, distantly listening to Alfred's entreaties. "I'm well aware of what your responsibilities mean to you, but if I may be so bold.."
"Not now, Alfred."
"Master Bruce, you have guests arriving at any moment; and not just any guests, I may remind you."
"Alfred..."
"I've remained silent on this subject, sir, but this is enough. I must protest this rash behavior, on this day of all days."
Bruce swung around and faced Alfred pointedly.
"There is someone out there, right now, who has approached my boys, who knows them, who may know even more. I have to end this now," he said firmly, and pulled on his cowl. "I'll be damned if..."
He stopped, looking at the concern in the other man's face with a sigh.
"I'll be back. Remind Bart that this isn't the time to be showing off his powers."
"I don't think it's a concern, sir."
"Just the same."
Bruce opened the canopy of the Batmobile and leapt in, letting the engine roar as it drew closed and he flew off into the setting twilight towards the city. Now he'd managed to push away someone else for the sin of trying to talk reason into him.
Bart hadn't spoken to him. He'd forced Dick away for his repeated questioning of his performance, into not having set foot into Gotham for over a week, Tim for suggesting that he take a break, and he'd just hung up on Clark that morning. Twice. And then simply refused to answer the phone.
Clark wanted him to face reality. Well, here he was, stopping a very real threat to his... family.
The Sprang bridge hummed under his wheels, and the looming face of Gotham was all around him, hiding a red-masked man from him. Not tonight.
Bruce hid the Batmobile in an overpass in the East End, and began running over rooftops to his destination; Selina's apartment. The figure had been seen with Catwoman, a lead he'd pushed aside as a last resort, and here he was.
He swung onto the balcony, careful to land against he wall, out of sight of the dark interior, pressing against the brick and listening for movement, hearing only silence and the murmuring of the city beneath. He reached out and tried the glass door with care, finding it locked, which was no surprise.
It was hardly the first time he'd broken into this apartment, and in little time he was inside, giving it a visual inspection.
Cat statues, the opulent four-poster bed, everything Selina always surrounded herself with, but nothing more. Nothing amiss. He walked towards her desk, clicking on a flashlight that he moved over innocuous papers on top, looking over a letter as he opened the top drawer.
He wasn't paying enough attention.
The room instantly filled with clouds of smoky gas, and his vision went blurry as he reached for the mask in his belt, only to feel a sharp blow over his face. Bruce went down on his hands and knees, and tried to pull together the focus to find his attacker, but he was blind in the haze, and felt any focus at all slipping away rapidly.
It was a trap, and he'd walked right into it.
"You know, I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to just walk in here, but it seems to me you've been pretty stupid for a while now." There was another blow, and he dropped to the ground, looking up with wobbly eyes. "Didn't like my present, I take it?"
Bruce made out the red-masked figure emerging from the ink, laughing, and then he didn't see anything.
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on 2006-08-29 02:10 am (UTC)*runs for next chapter*
Splee!
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on 2006-08-29 05:56 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-30 03:13 am (UTC)I'm putting together tomorrow's issue of
*makes posty-note to self to come back later and leave real feedback, when brain works again.*
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on 2006-08-30 04:12 am (UTC)Chapter Nine: R for violence
Chapter Ten: R for language, violence (seeing a pattern here?)
Chapter Eleven: R for language, violence and our boys kissing, and passing mention of sex.
Chapter Twelve: R for language, domestic violence I guess, our boys kissing.