Fleetway-Sonic

Scott and I 1979  The TV clicked on, a high pitched ‘eee’ emitting from the screen warming up. I sat down, trying to cover my ears with a shoulder while still changing the input for the TV to play Atari. My friend Scott, a year younger than I whined in impatience at the continuous high frequency being emitted. “Vinnn” he complained “turn it off..!” A moment or so later, for our ears sake the torture ended with a resounding ‘beep’ from a point scored. The game had started without us.  “Oh, looks like I should’ve started the game after putting on the TV…” I mumbled as

-Initial Meeting.    It was in the late hours of October 18th, 2011, and criminal mastermind Edward Nygma, also known notoriously as “The Riddler”,  sat in his room in his apartment as he watched the monitors connected to his cameras throughout Arkham City. He had just completed setting up all of his Riddler trophy puzzles for the Batman within the chaotic metropolis. Currently, Edward was taking a break from his puzzles and riddle-making; sipping hot chocolate while sitting at his computer screens. As he scanned the monitors, looking for anything out of the ordinary, he noticed that a young man, whom was most likely not much yo

 -Jumper 1949-    "Ah Wayde, I pray what I've said hasn't hurt you too much." Her hand ran over the others shoulder in an attempt to comfort him though being numb to any feeling at the moment, he didn’t respond to it. “ Of course not Diana, I understand” he said with tight lips pulling weakly into a smile, “It happens” slate grey eyes focused on amber ones. “And what ‘pray’, did you want to say then?” Wayde grinned, joking.  Diana shouldered the ginger haired shopkeeper and said playfully;    “I really don’t know what to do with you, you know.” She sighed then turned to