The Atom's Samples

Garfield Logan - Beast Boy

If there was one thing Garfield would ever not stop appreciating, it would be hot dog vendors who sold veggie-dogs. While he'd prefer if the vendors he stopped at also wouldn't sell the meat versions, he wouldn't put up a fuss. Garfield knew not everyone shared his views, but he'd appreciate less people eating meat and more taking up a vegetarian style diet.

Taking an over-sized bite from the hotdog in his hand, the green-skinned young man walked the streets, unaffected by the watchful eyes of the public. It was kind of hard, well impossible, for Garfield to really hide who he was while out and about. It didn't bother him however, Garfield was used to it and he was happy with who he was. He was a person like anyone else, and he could enjoy a nice day out in the Sun, munching on a hotdog and walking the streets if he wanted to.

Taking another large bite, and finishing, his hotdog, Garfields' ears twitched as his attention was pulled off to his side. Bursting out of a nearby bank, a group of crooks hopped into a van and sped off. Numerous officers let loose a round of bullets, trying to puncture the tires of the getaway vehicle, Garfield's body morphed quickly into that of a hawk. As his green body sunk into the smaller form, a sudden hard flapping of the wings lifted Garfield upwards and high into the air. Following behind the few cop cars that rushed behind the van, Garfield sped up his flying pace so that he was above the van. Pushing a little further ahead, Beast Boy did some quick calculations in his mind and flew on a bit more.

When Garfield felt he was far enough ahead, Garfield swooped downwards and shifted back into his human form ahead of the van. "Oh hey, you might want to stop" Garfield stated, crossing his arms over his chest. When it seemed the van wasn't about to stop, Garfields' form shifted once more into that of a large green African Elephant. Rearing back, Garfield let out a trumpeting noise before dropping both the heavy front feet downward onto the front of the van. Stopping the escape vehicle in its tracks and having the criminals smack their heads forward from the sudden impact, Garfields' elephant head leaned downward and stared the criminals down. "I did ask you to stop. You should have stopped" he stated plainly, the cop cars now catching up and pulling around the scene.

With officers coming out and pulling the woozy crooks out of the van, one approached Garfield who was changing forms back into that of his regular self. Offering the green hero a quick thanks, Garfield just smiled and nodded. "Just doing what I can to help out. I'm glad no one got seriously hurt" he replied. After a few more minutes of small talk, and one newer officer asking for a picture with Garfield so his daughter could see her dad with her second favourite hero (her dad was number one, obviously), and Garfield obliging, the Titan shifted back into that of a green hawk. Allowing the same officer a second picture, Garfield flew off, back towards the Titans Tower.

"All that hero work has made me hungry...I should see if Rae wants to get a pizza or something"

Brion Markov - Geo-Force

"-And with that said, Markovia will gladly be the backdrop to the signing of the cease fire and immediate end to the Kravian civil war. Kravia and her people have been wrought by war for too long, and it is time for the pain and suffering to end. We can only hope by offering our home to those who seek peace, that we can inspire others to do the same" Finishing his speech, Brion raised a hand over his heart in a sign of solidarity to those who lost their lives in the Kravian civil war. The fellow leaders at the U.N assembly followed suit and Brion gave a simple nod. "Long live peace"

After a few hours of mingling with other leaders after his speech, Brion retired to his room at the UN and conserved with his chief of security. A few minutes of conversation were cut short when the young leaders eyes darted over to the window. While he was inside and fairly high off the ground, Brion was still connected to the Earth below. Something was coming, something was coming fast. Pushing past his staff, Brion peered out the window to see a van speeding towards the UN HQ. While the prince trusted the security here, something felt off. "Luca, get me my suit!" Brion ordered, quickly changing once his orders were followed and just as quickly opening his window and leaving through it, flying through the air via gravity manipulation.

As the van sped up, catching the guards off-guard, bursting out from the back was Mammoth. A beast of a man whose immense strength was matched only by his immense lack of intelligence, he cast an imposing shadow on those in front of him.

"I was told...there'd be no peace...for...uh...oh ya...NO PEACE FOR KRAVIA!" Mammoth called out, clearly almost forgetting what he was here for.

As the beast ran forward, a wall of pavement and earth intertwined and pulled up to block Mammoths path. With a CRASH through it, Mammoth stopped, questioning how such an event just occurred. "It was me you big oaf" Brion called out, landing on the ground behind Mammoth. "There will be more of that too if you do not stand down immediately" the Prince demanded. This demand was met with a backhand Geo-Force was not expecting as he flew backwards as a result. He was stopped by a tree, cracking it in half as he watched Mammoth rush forward once more. "Good, I didn't want to play nice anyways"

Placing a hand on the ground, waves of earth rushed forward before a giant arch of earth crashed over Mammoth, knocking him over. As the big man fell, the ground began to swallow him. Unfortunately, was too strong and he burst out the ground and turned to Brion.


"Wasn't paid to squash mud-man, but I will CRUSH MUD-MAN"


"Not today!" Brion replied, flying upwards to avoid the mans grasp. Brion pulled more and more earth up, trying to hold the big man in place. Each grasping piece of earth was broken by the mans strength. One particular breaking of the earth resulted in Mammoth jumping high up into the air towards the princely hero. Eyes widening, Brion quickly flew back and switched from manipulating the ground around Mammoth to manipulating the gravity around him instead. Making Mammoth even more dense than he was before, the large man plummeted to the ground with a loud THUD. Holding onto the heavy manipulation needed for Mammoth, Brion squinted an eye shut and looked at the security around him. "Stop starring at this, and get your damn Meta-stopping guys out here to take him away!" Brion ordered.

With the guards leaving, Brion spent the next few minutes holding Mammoth down. This was harder than it looked, as Mammoths strength pushed against his own powers of manipulation. It was lucky for Brion as it didn't take too long for a force to arrive that sedated and took Mammoth into custody. Brion wiped some sweat from his brow and took in a deep breath, seeing all those around him watching him. "Yes yes, nothing to see here. Now go back to your work, I'm sure your people would rather you all helped them instead of gawking at the handsome hero taking down the brutish Neanderthal" Geo-Force called out.

With people dispersing, Geo-Force made himself scarce, returning to his room discreetly. "Luca, I need my other suit...I feel like the Kravians are going to be up in arms about what just happened. I'll need to mediate this as best I can"

James Craddock - Gentleman Ghost

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

The hands on the spectral pocket-watch echoed down the halls of the empty warehouse. Faintly trailing a see-through thumb over the ghostly watches face, a small sigh overtook the sound of the ticking. The sigh faded however and the ticking resumed.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

"Time continues on and on and on....never ending" a cold and distant voice spoke, speaking to itself. The voice seemed to come from the same place the ticking did, but the only thing visible was the pocket-watch itself and the hand grasping it. "Then perhaps I should begin to at least waste part of this eternity" The voice soon found the shape it was coming from as the hand soon gained a trace and outline of a human figure, though no head appeared. Instead, the face only contained a monocle and a top hat, which like the rest of the body, was spectral and mostly see through.

Pacing slowly to a nearby window, the ghostly figure peered down to the jewelry store down below. "I do so hope you are watching old friend...I could use some fun in this cursed life you've bestowed upon me" the figure spoke once more, its form phasing through the wood of the warehouse. Floating down to the street below, screams of terrified civilians masking the faint sounds of his feet touching down on the sidewalk, the figure calming walked towards the shop. Pocketing his watch, the figures hand soon found itself grasping a classically Flintlock pistol. Inspecting the weapon in his hand, the figure once more phased through a window, this time to enter the shop that now contained many panicking customers, all running for the exit.

Seeing the shopkeeper go for a Panic Button, the ghostly figure vanished and reappeared beside the well aged man. "Please do not be so rude" the voice spoke, its words washing over the man like a cold winter breeze. The flintlock pistol rose up to be placed against the mans temple. "I do not wish for the cops to show up, they are nothing but a waste of time" This figure had other plans. He wasn't here for the jewelry or the cash. No, he was here for something else. "This is St. Roch...I want Hawkman" he spoke, swinging around to aim the pistol at the patrons.


"I am not here to harm any of you, or for the monetary value amongst you all, I simply want Hawkman. Someone send word to him...and tell him Gentleman Ghost has returned"

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Felix Faust

The Eyes of Apep - an apparent ancient artifact left when Apep, the Egyptian God of Chaos, was banished from this plane of existence. This relic was said to provide the wielder of it the ability to see both peoples greatest fears and their greatest desires. Along with being able to see what they feared or desired, the one in possession of such knowledge also knew what lengths people would go to to avoid their fears, or what potentially nefarious deeds they'd be willing to do to procure their greatest desires. While powerful on its own, it was nothing more than a piece to a great puzzle. A puzzle that Felix Faust would solve to gain more power.

Locked behind nothing more than a display case, security guards and security alarms at the British Museum in London, the powerful sorcerer thought nothing of the task ahead of him. This would be easy for a man of his skill and powers.

With a purple ripple of energy appearing within the museum, it soon opened and out walked the purple robe-clad warlock with a spellbook opened and a finger trailing the pages. Quickly greeted by gunfire from guards, Faust simply waved his hand upwards. A shimmering blue energy cast itself over his form and the bullets harmlessly bounced off of his frame. "Fools! I am Felix Faust, you are nothing against me" he spoke, walked simply past them as more bullets crashed into his form. When it appeared that, despite their lack of effect, the guards weren't letting up, Faust turned on his heels and held a hand over the ancient book he carried. The pages whirled as if hit by a powerful gust of wind before the sorcerers' hand clapped down onto it. "

De terra venimus, ut terminus a terra. Sub tumulo inhaerere tibi!" With the ancient words spoken the ground began to shaken. The floor beneath the guards melded into the Earth below them as the guards soon found themselves being pulled down and into the ground, entomb forever more.

"I do not have time for foolish mortal men who think they can stop me. I have far more important tasks at hand" he muttered to himself, turning once more upon his heels. Continuing his brisk pace down the halls, he merely flicked his wrist at the incoming guards, resulting in them flying off from where they had come from. It didn't take long however for the brisk pace and wrist flicking to subside, as before Faust stood the object he had come to grasp. His eyes darted over the scene ahead of him, before another small incantation was chanted. Electrical wiring could soon be heard frying as small explosions came from where the alarms and sensors originated from. With his brisk walk now nothing more than slow and deliberate steps, he reached his energy covered hand towards the Eyes of Apep. He hesitated for a moment, making sure nothing would go awry. When all felt right, his hand clenched the small trinket.

As his grip tightened, Fausts' eyes flooded with a green hue and the sorcerer stumbled back a few feet. Blinking a few times, resulting in his eyes returning to normal, Faust chuckled under his breath. "Oh Apep, I can feel your power already...let's go find your siblings relics to bring the family back together". With the chuckle filling the halls of the museum, the purple ripple opened once more, and in just a few seconds, Faust had disappeared.[/div][/div]

Virgil Hawkins - Static

"Don't! Don't! Hotstreak, man I swear if you don't stop I'm gonna hav'ta make you!"
Virgil called out as he maneuvered his saucer with ease to avoid the countless incoming fireballs that were being lobed at him. Martin had just broken out of his cell in prison and Virgil had been the first to respond to the call to bring him back in. Luckily, Hotstreak was predictable. On the past few occasions he either escaped or was let out, he always returned to place he had been caught to try and burn it down. Virgil knew this and had been waiting at Matin's ex's house. He had given the young woman some fair warning, and had had the time to get the majority of the block to safety before the man with fire powers showed up.

Finding that his ex wasn't around, and that the only person who was was Virgil, Hotstreaks' rage consumed him and he had began to set anything he could see on fire. Virgil had been quick to act and draw away Martin's attention, saving a few buildings from being burnt down. "Martin, man, c'mon. This is the second time since Christmas I've had to bring you back in. This is getting old, I'm getting tired of showing you up"
Virgil harped. He knew Martin had a hard time focusing, especially when mad. The easiest way to beat him was just to get him angrier and angrier until he was blinded by rage. This would give the hero an opening to swoop in, knock him out, and bring him in.

The balls of fire Virgil could swing around were caught be simple electrical wall constructs the hero created. The electrical pulses burst into bright light as the fire hit them, Virgils' hands gesturing to wherever the shield was needed at the time. The teens movements were fluid and his control over the electricity that shot from him was almost like a dance. It was a sign of his mastery over his powers, a testament to how focused he was on being a hero, someone who could control this gift they were given.

"Sad you can't hit me, Hotstreak. I'm a glowing ball of light against the night sky! I should be the easiest thing to hit!"
His teasing didn't stop. Virgil really didn't want to risk harming his former bully. All he had been doing was deflecting and egging the villain on. One wrong swing of lightning, at the wrong time, it could all connect with Martin's fire and cause damage Virgil wasn't wishing to inflict. His goal was to tire Martin out so he could be taken back without harm. "Just tire out already Martin..I don't wanna hurt you man"
Static muttered under his breath.

As his words were muttered, Hotstreaks body began to pulse with a fiery energy. He was going to burst. Acting quickly, Virgil flew over the other and interlocked his fingers before pulling them apart. A net of energy moved with the motions and soon draped an electrical cage-like construct over the villains body. As it did, Hotstreaks fiery energy expelled itself from him. The cage wasn't meant to stop the impending blast, but to lessen it. The downside was the to keep it up, Virgil had to feed it energy constantly. With waves of heat and fire cascading over the teens body, Virgil clenched his teeth to stifle a scream of pain. His energy surged more powerfully as he did however, and soon, he was able to push the cage inwards and push Hotstreak to the ground. The fiery energy subsided and only minor scorch marks lined the buildings. Virgils' suit was intact, however, his favourite coat that often found itself over his suit, was now half the size it was originally, having burnt in the fight.

Lightly panting, Virgil floated down beside the knocked out villain and nudged him with his foot. "I did tell you to stop, Martin...now you owe me a new jacket"

Patrick O'Brian - Plastic Man

It had been a quiet past few weeks for Patrick O'Brian, also known as Plastic Man. While not known as the most heroic hero amongst his peers, Eel O'Brian did his best to keep his city, and whatever city he was in, safe and secure. But with his past few weeks quiet and uneventful, he hadn't done much more than lounge around and laze about. While not ideal, Plas didn't mind too much; he enjoyed having the chance to sit back and relax. But even he could get restless from time to time.

Taking the free time, Patrick had reached out to Oliver Queen, better known as The Green Arrow, for a bit of one-on-one time and practice. Plas had been lucky that Ollie had been having a quiet few days as well and agreed to some sparring and chumming around. Patrick was happy to have coworkers like Ollie, people who weren't all doom and gloom like others in their profession. Sure Oliver could be serious, but the guy liked a good joke and knew how to smile, unlike some people. 

Travelling to Star City, Patrick spent a surprisingly uneventful day with Oliver catching up on what the two had been up to since they'd last worked together. After a few hours of catching up and reminiscing, the two found an old and abandoned warehouse to get some training done in. Even with all of his powers, Oliver was probably one of the people who could really give Plastic Man a run for his money, another reason he had reached out to the Emerald Archer for some practice. Arrows and martial arts vs stretching and nigh-invulnerability. It would be an interesting test of abilities.


"Count of three?" Plastic Man called out, receiving a nod from Oliver in response. "Alright...One, t-"

"Three!"

With Ollie taking the initiative, an arrow flew out and a blistering speed towards the unsuspecting former criminal. "WOAH! HEY, THAT'S CHEATING!" Patrick called out, his body twisting to narrowly avoid the arrow that soon sunk into the wall behind him. Ollie just smirked in response and Patrick soon found himself on the defensive. Shot after shot fired out and Eel found himself having to snake around the erratic shots. Contorting his body into that of an actual snake, O'Brian serpentined along the ground, thinning out his body whenever an arrow got close to him. Ollie knew Plastic Man's powers, and as such knew randomizing where he shot would keep Plas on his toes, if not to allow a shot to hit.

While Plastic Man got closer, Ollie darted away and took to the high ground. Plas brought himself to below the walkway Oliver had placed himself on, growing from his snake-like shape to that of a muscly strongman. Gripping one of the support beams, Patrick pulled hard and caused the walkway to give way. As Ollie began to fall, another arrow was drawn and Patrick found himself decked across the face with an iconic boxing glove arrow. His face comically extended backwards as the arrows momentum kept it going, causing Plas to fall back onto his back, much like Ollie who also had fallen onto his back after the walkway gave way.

It was a quick fight, but both were now breathing heavily at having exerted themselves in the short amount of time. "...Two out of three? Loser buys the beers?"

Roy Harper - Arsenal

Nights like this were what Roy liked. The city was covered in a light misty fog as a the air was filled with small droplets of water. It was cool to the skin and it lightly obscured the countless lights that covered Star City. The cool air, light mist, and gentle breeze were calming. It was almost peaceful. Even the occasional car horn blaring in the distance didn't break the serene mood. It was truly the perfect night to keep an eye on Star City.

His feet tapped lightly, almost silently, as he darted over the small, few-stories tall, apartment complexes. The faint thumps of his feet were matched with the soft taps of his quiver and bow bouncing ever so gently against his back as he ran. Silence took hold for a brief second as he leapt from one rooftop to another with his landing only briefly offering sound. He was cautious not to make too much of an impact or noise, as he was currently tracking a small group of thugs who had previously shaken down a small corner store owner for some money. Sure it wasn't some world ending threat, or a mass murderer, but that didn't matter to Roy. Everyone deserved to be protected, and he'd help as many people as he possibly could.

A few more minutes passed, the young vigilante still darting around the rooftops, before he finally arrived at his destination. Through his connections, he had heard of a small and seedy club the thugs frequented. Club Phreak! A very unoriginal name, in Roy's opinion, especially given the ph instead of the f they used for freak. Given what he had heard, these thugs not only frequented this establishment, but so did an up-and-coming drug lord. This would be a great 2-for-1 night if both the thugs and the drug lord were here. If not, Roy would at least be able to extract some information from those inside.

Noticing a big and burly back entrance bouncer, Roy leapt off the side of the building and drove both of his knees into the mans shoulders. The man buckled slightly and Roy then pushed off of him, landing gracefully in front of the bigger individual. "Nothing personal" Roy commented before delivering two swift fists to the man and knocking him out. He silently stepped over the limp body of the unconscious man and drew his bow and a special flashbang arrow out. He quietly pushed the back door open and moved quickly and unseen. He peered around and found a good number of people in the club, including the three thugs who had hit the store and one more rotund individual who matched the description of the new drug lord. Roy gritted his teeth and fired out the flashbang arrow out. Quickly dropping to his knees, the arrow erupted in the middle of the crowd, a blinding flash of light taking over the dark room. "Everyone freeze" Roy called out. He knew this would get people in a panic, and given the chaos of being temporarily blinded by the flashbang, Roy figured he had a moment to act before the thugs and the drug lord would be able to react in kind.

During the screams of the club goers, Roy darted in and fired out two quick arrows to two of the three thugs. Connecting to one of each of their feet, the two men fell to the ground in pain. A third arrow flew out, this one being a net arrow. This arrow erupted before connected to the third thug, entangling him and he hit the ground hard. Running forward to the men who had the arrows in their feet, Roy delivered two swift kicks to their temples, knocking them out as well before spinning and pointing an arrow to the drug lord. The rotund man had now gotten up and had started toward the door when the blindingness of the flashbang began to subside, only to have an arrow whiz by his face and nick his cheek before it embedded itself into the door directly in front of him. "Don't move, scum. Don't say a word"

The drug lord raised both hands and slowly turned to face Roy, smirking. "Oh co-"

Before another word could be stated, Roy fired out another arrow, this one opening before hitting the man and encased his mouth in glue-like substance. "I said don't say a word" Roy's eyes narrowed, the club was now empty besides the three unconscious thugs, the drug lord and himself. He was tempted to end this filth of a human life right here and right now, but he didn't. Instead, another trick arrow was drawn out, the end of it notched against the thread of the bow. "I should end you right here, right now...but that's..." Roy didn't finish his sentence. Instead the arrow released and as it flew through the air, the tip opened. The tip of the arrow was replaced by the very iconic boxing glove and it smashed into the drug lords face. The man stumbled backwards and hit his head against the door before he fell to the ground, also unconscious.

After a brief pause, Roy tapped a spot on his suit, alerting the nearest officers of his location. "Ya, this is Arsenal, Club Phreak! Drug lord hide out, him and some crooks are all knocked out. Right, I'll keep an eye on them until you guys get here so none of them escape. Hurry up though, I promised Nightwing I wouldn't miss another Poker night"

Eddie Bloomberg - Red Devil

It had been a rough couple of weeks for the team. The Teen Titans had tried to take some much needed R&R with a trip to Europe, but fate didn't seem to want to let that happen. Almost immediately after arriving, the group stumbled upon some H.I.V.E activity. While the group usually never brought them much discourse, this iteration of the organization seemed better equipped and better organized than usual. Needless to say, the group didn't get to enjoy their vacation. While they did get to spend awhile longer in Europe, it was all spent travelling the many countries and finding and stopping H.I.V.E. Sure that was a job well done, but the group didn't get to sit back and relax at all.

Once returning home, the group was called to help deal with a Kobra Cult splinter group that was gaining traction in San Francisco. With barely any rest after all their travel, the teens dealt with that situation as well, but were all pretty much spent.They all needed a break.

While the group never shied away from bringing the fiendish Edward Bloomberg with them when going out on the town, Eddie knew how normal people would react to him when he was hero-ing around. He wanted to give the other Teen Titans a chance to just relax without any chance for disruption. He offered to hang back and keep an eye on their base and despite the groups willingness to let him join, Eddie knew the looks the teens would get with him out in public. Not only would it let the others go wherever they wanted unimpeded, as well as allow him some personal time.

Once the group had left, Eddie spent the next ten or so minutes leaving a voicemail for Daniel Cassidy, the Blue Devil. The two had had many difficulties over the years, but it was time to put it all behind them...if the two could ever get a hold of each other, or stand to talk to one another. In the meantime, they would just play phone tag, leaving each other rambly voicemails, unsure if the other would check it. Once that was done, Eddie lounged on the main living rooms and absentmindedly flipped through the channels.

After about an hour or so of zombie-mode TV surfing, the TV let out a horribly high-pitched alarm and began to flash red. Someone was trying to get into the Tower. Springing to his feet, Eddie's eyes flickered a bright goldish yellow as they cased the screen. The TV switched to an outside camera, picking up Gizmo attempting to mess with the Towers outside wiring. Knowing it would take too long for the rest of the group to get back, Edward cracked his tail against the air and hopped through the portal he created.

Arrive outside, hanging off of a tree nearby upside down with his feet and hands clinging to the branch, a small puff of fire escaped his lips. "'Sup pipsqueak?" Eddie teased, catching the attention of the small villain. Quickly reacting, Gizmo launched out three small spheres, similiar to Mr. Terrifics T-Spheres, only these ones whirled blades around them and began firing out laser beams at the Devil. Eddie dropped from the tree, spinning his body to avoid the beams. Landing like a cat on the ground, he pounced forward, his clawed hands extending and grabbing two of the spheres. That turned out the not be very smart as the blades whirled around and sliced his hands. In retaliation, as he let go, hellish flame spewed from his mouth, engulfing and incinerating the two spheres.

Gazing to where Gizmo had been, Eddie noticed he was beginning to flee. Apparently he didn't want to be by the Teen Titans base if someone was there to defend it. The momentary distraction cause by looking for the pint-sized villain resulted in Eddie's ears twitching, picking up on the sound of the last spheres flying at him. He was tired and didn't really feel like giving chase to Gizmo, especially since he seemed to be fleeing, but he also couldn't just let him get away.

Eddie quickly ducked as the sphere came at him. Clenching a fist, he pushed off with his legs, pulled his arm back and let loose a heavy right fist to the sphere that passed his head. Hitting by a flat spot and a blade, Eddie cut himself once more, but also sent the sphere towards Gizmo. He cracked his tail again, this time appearing over the water that surrounded the Tower. The sphere was still in the air from the punch, and Eddie spread out his arms, his wings allowing him to briefly hover. Using his tail for momentum, Eddie whipped himself around in the air, heel kicking the sphere as it approached. Connecting, the bladed circle was sent flying even faster and soon smacked into Gizmo's jetback, causing the small villain to crash into the water.

Another tail crack sounded and Eddie's form dropped onto the floor of the Titans Tower medbay. A small amount of blood trickled out from his foot, as well as his hands. It was hard to see, given his red skin, but Eddie knew it was there. "Uhg...Where's Doctor M'gann when y'need her?" he muttered, as the young fiendish hero began to rummage through the medical supplies for some gauze.

Alec Holland - Swamp Thing

He had hoped it wouldn't have come to this. He had hoped they'd have stopped; that they'd have listened to the protests and reason. But no. As with many other CEO's and Corporations before them, and many after them, profits spoke louder than words.

ChemInc Global was a burgeoning green company that prided itself on being far more environmentally conscious than their competition. The issue with that was that most of their competition didn't even try to be green friendly, which meant ChemInc looked good by comparison by doing the bare minimum. Their lack of trying to be even better than that, however, was brought to the forefront when the company acquired some uninhabited land in northern Ontario, Canada that would be used to house their old stock and products without care of their impact on the land around the storage. While there were no cities, towns or even villages near the land they secured, the area was well known for is scenic lakes, the abundance of wildlife, and its slowly regrowing forests. It had previously been devastated by a sudden wildfire years ago and only now had the forest slowly begun to grow back with its tall and powerful trees.

Despite the publics' outcry that the company would only do more harm than good, money talked. The CEO herself, Francine Rivet, had come the days previous to see the protesters herself and did all that she could to make herself and her company look good. Sadly, as she would find out, there was someone who didn't care for her words.

The days passed and Francine was about to leave in her private helicopter back to her own private jet, the ground began to rumble slightly. Ignoring the bubbling plantlife beneath her transport, Francine instructed her pilot to leave. Unfortunately, once the helicopter was no more than twenty feet off the ground, it was violently pulled back down. When the transport connected with the ground, the skids broke, and soon a loud crunch filled the air as part of the propeller fell to the ground. As Francine turned to find the culprit, both her and her pilot were pulled from the vehicle by two large green hands. As spectators, both protesters and workers, watched on, both Francine and her pilot were dragged along the ground by the two greenish-brown hands, deep into the forest.

Minutes later both the pilot and Francine found themselves dangling upside down from a tree much larger than any other in the regrowing forest. "You were given a chance...you did not take it" a voice echoed around both. Soon the voice had a body, as Swamp Things plant-covered body emerged from the ground in front of the two. His deep red dots for eyes were fixated on the two before he looked past them to the tree they were attached too. "These trees are weak...but they grow stronger everyday" His words were almost not directed at the two he had tied up in vines and branches, but more so directed to the world around him as a whole.

"This forest cries out to me. It is in pain, and your presence here only makes their cries more powerful. Their voice overwhelms me, but I can help them" Swamp Things voice once more seemingly came from every direction of the forest, as he began to speak through all the fauna in the area. "But you...you are making this hard for me. I can only do so much before I must do whatever I need to do to protect this world" His head turned, no longer focused on the tree, instead now directly looking at Francine.

"I am not Superman, it does not bother me if you are harmed when I do what needs to be done...but I am also not Poison Ivy and I would rather not see this come to violence" Alec did what needed to be done, especially when it came to protecting the Green. While Alec would try to resolves things peacefully, he was not above tearing down walls and reclaiming the land himself. "You have a choice. Leave and find a properly green way to store and dispose of your chemicals or lose everything by my hand" The woman said nothing, but only nodded, a sign she got his message.

A green hand once more engulfed both as the two were transported back to where they were taken from. Quickly getting to her feet, Francine began talking to her workers, figuring out a way to do as she had been instructed. As she did so, the ground around her greened, the treeline behind her thickened, and the forest began to strengthen.

Clark Kent - Superman

8:56 am

Just outside of Metropolis, where the city gave way to farmland sat a bridge that stood roughly 150 feet above a dried up river. While usually this small river flowed freely, the dry summer had caused it to almost turn into nothing more than a small stream. The dryness exposed the jagged and rock covered ground beneath, not commonly seen by those from around these parts.

While the bridge often didn't see much in the way of eventful going-ons, today was different. Hanging over the edge, having broken the guardrails along the side, teetered a schoolbus full of children. The buses driver had turned on the road leading to the bridge too sharply and had lost control, leading to the crash. Perched precariously over the edge, the driver had hit his head and went unconscious. The screams and cries of the children aboard pierced the ears of an always attentive man far away and it wasn't long before a blue streak crossed through the sky.

Flying below the crashed schoolbus, the iconic red cap fluttered in the wind as Superman gently pushed against the overhanging side. Despite the aliens great strength he always took care to not exert too much of it. While there were cases were full force was needed, moving a bus was a delicate situation. Exert too much and you'd risk breaking it, not enough, and it could fall. Clark had been doing this for many years however, and with very little effort, Superman was able to pick the bus up and drop it off at the students school quickly. Taking the time to greet each student, he gave them a quick smile before rushing their bus driver to the nearest hospital as well.

9:02 am

"Come on Livewire, please. We've been through this time and time again" Supermans voice was calm as a bolt of electricity shattered against his chest. He winced ever so slightly as he stood in front of the bank Livewire had just robbed. Having just grabbed a few bags of cash, the villain was now lobbing bolts of electricity at the hero attempting to make him go away.

"You could just easily go for the powerlines and escape, but you aren't. Are you okay?" Still calm, Clark took one step towards the villain. Screaming out, a larger ball of electricity was lobbed at the hero. Absorbing it, Clark let out a small grunt, closing his eyes briefly. "I'll give you this, that one actually hurt. But please, if you aren't well, let me know Livewire. I just want to help you" Another step, but this time now ball of energy came at him. A small crackle came from Livewire, as if she tried to speak, but nothing came. Kal tilted his head slightly before taking another small step. "Move away from the bags, Livewire. I'll make sure you aren't sent to the usual joint. I'll get you help. Please, let me help you" With his final words spoken, Livewire took a step away from the bags and fell to her knees. Rushing at a blink-and-you'll-miss-it speed, Superman went to her side and knelt down beside her. "It's okay, we'll get you help. Trust me"

9:17 am

"You're seventeen minutes late, Kent. We've talked about this"

"Uh, yes, yes Mr White. I know, I'm sorry. It wont happen again. I know I say that everytime, but I really mean it this time. I'll...I'll even stay an extra half hour tonight for you!"

The quick exchange between Perry White and Clark Kent was hastily interrupted as Perry's phone rang. Perry quickly turned and changed the monitor in his room to show what he had been called about; Toyman in a giant monkey-robot calling Superman out for a fight.

"Oh, um, I just remembered it was my turn to, uh, buy the coffee for the crew. I'll be right back. I'm going to stay an hour late for you tonight Mr. White, unpaid" Before Perry could reply, Clark was gone.

9:18 am

Clark didn't want to waste too much time with Toyman and the giant robot, since he wanted to get back to his job and avoid Perry's wrath. Having sped from the Daily Planet building, Clark wound up a heavy punch and delivered it upon arrival right through the top of the robot. A small explosion followed as Toyman was now exposed and covered in soot from the explosion. Following this up, Clark speedily went for the legs and cut the robot down as Toyman called out and exclaimed Superman wasn't fighting fair and not being fun. Quickly grabbing the man out of the robot, Superman let out a small sigh. "Listen, I'm sorry. But for one, I can't risk you hurting anyone just because you want to fight me, and two, I have other things to do today and very little time to do them" Clark explained before handing the man off to the police officers nearby. Nodding and greeting each of them, Clark turned and flew off.

He really needed to get back to work.