Kids of unfortunate fate

mark-of-the-demon:

Jonah Hex heard rumors of a flying kid with electricity. This time had many strange things to offer with electricity, such as small hand held devices and “television” that played memories on a glass screen. None of it made sense to Hex and he didn’t care much for it. However, once he heard of the kid, he had to see it for himself.

Hex left for New York on this personal journey. He hadn’t heard of the kid’s moral tales; however, he had seen a child wield a gun before and the devil captured the child’s soul that very same day. If he could prevent the devil from wrapping its grip around one more child, maybe just maybe Hex could die with little peace.

The bounty hunter traveled on the crowded streets of New York in search of the child. The pilgrimage made him stay in the city for two days before Jonah received word of the child had been spotted. Hex took to the roofs to keep a better eye out for the child. Soon enough Hex spotted the child on a disk with purple lightning surrounding his form.

Hex needed to get his attention, thus he placed his fingers into his mouth to let out a loud and sharp whistle. He waited for the child’s attention to turn to the bounty hunter.

Virg sailed through the New York skyline on his daily patrol.Things had been quiet lately. Few drugs busts, the odd mugger and just general all around scum. No metas or bang babies. Police still hadn’t warmed up to him yet though. There were times he had to admit he missed Dakota and the bang babies. Namely when Sharon and Sharon were at each others throats. 

The streets below were busy as usual, but from this height you couldn’t really hear the people below, just the traffic. After some time of nothing a sharp sound pierced the air. Static looked around till he caught sight of a man watching him from a nearby roof top.

He rode his disks don to the man who didn’t look overly friendly. Virgil assumed if he’d been out to get him he’d have taken a shot while he wasn’t aware of the mans presence. 

“I think someone needs a new plastic surgeon.”

Static Shock #4

cowledacrobat:

halfkidhalfamazing:

Hah. And people say my puns are bad. You could say that. What’s happening man?

Hey, man. That’s hurtful.

Sorry bro, gotta be honest you after all. 

gothamdoesntdie:

halfkidhalfamazing:

gothamdoesntdie started following you

Hold your applause folks. I’m just like all of you, only super cool and badass.

Aren’t you a bit too young to be a vigilante, son?

Tell that to Robin. Beside’s I’m more than old enough to drive.

reddestrobin:

halfkidhalfamazing:

I’m in New York now. It’s uh- Different.

Different? Why’d it be different?

Well the police aren’t as friendly as Dakota’s that’s for sure. 

farmboysuperhero:

halfkidhalfamazing:

farmboysuperhero started following you

Hey Supes. What brings you to my little slice of gangland heaven?

Just passing through, my boy.

Cool. Well if you need any help just shout. 

cowledacrobat:

halfkidhalfamazing:

cowledacrobat started following you

Nightwing. What’re you doing here?

Shocked to see me, buddy?

Hah. And people say my puns are bad. You could say that. What’s happening man?

nothingyouownissafe:

halfkidhalfamazing:

Virgil stood on his metallic disk floating infront of the gargoyle. “You could tell my the name of your tailor. That looks like so top notch stitching work.”

Selina grinned and pointed a long claw at herself. “The one and only, darling. But thank you for the compliment.”

“So what brings Gothams foremost Cat burglar to the big apple?”