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@dondave: I think you're right. Im pretty excited to see Bunkers boyfriend but I just hope DC doesnt mess in up.

@danhimself It doesn't help the characters development if Bunker just says he's gay & never mentions it again. It's like if a woman said she was pregnant & never had a baby.

Throughout the the years the have been an increasing number of LGBT members in the comic book community. Adding more LGBT characters to our stories only adds more diversity when done correctly. But for some characters, it feels like the only reason for their exsistence is to be gay. In the new Teen Titans tittle, an openly gay character named Bunker has become an edition to the team. Even though it is good to that Scott attempted to create some diversity by adding a openly gay teenage, superhero, Scott Lobdell does a poor job of even mentioning his sexuaility. Bunker seems like a backround character that hasn't had any noticeable character development since TT #8, when he was reviled as a gay character. I'd rather have a few quality LGBT characters (like Batwoman or Northstar) than a large quantity of backround LGBT characters.

New York City, NY

New York used to be one of the most beautiful states in the country. But now it's filled with undead creeps running around with their limbs hanging from a tread.

The New York Harbor was the chaotic cities only haven. Probably because there's a buff, blond guy sitting at the edge of the dock wearing orange & green tights holding a trident.

The creep in tights was actually Arthur Curry A.K.A Aquaman. As he sat on the dock, he heard footstep coming towards him.

Arthur quickly held his trident in a thrusting position towards his attackers face.  

"Wow! Arthur, it's me, Alan!"   Alan Scott cried trying to hide the fear of being stabbed.  

"Oh. It's you." Aquaman said in a disappointed tone. Alan Scott & Arthur don't really see eye-to-eye. In other words, Arthur hates Alan guts. "What do you want?"  

"I need you to do something for me."  

"Why one Earth would I help you?"

"Look, I hate your scaly butt just as much as you hate mine. But--"  

Suddenly, a group of figures began to emerge from the water. ZOMBIES!  

Arthur would never intentionally kill another human being. But, when it came to zombies, he wasnn't squeamish.  

I seconds, the heroes attacked the zombies. The battle was on. Aquaman slaughter hundreds of the undead. He was waiting to battle all day.

The battle end quickly. Alan & Arthur continued their conversation.

"So ... what were you saying?"   Aquaman said while catching his breath.

"When the virus hit, Doctor Fate disappeared. I need you to go find so the remaining JSA members can clarify him as either active or zombified."

"I'll do it for Doctor Fate. I have hunch about his whereabouts."

Justice Society of America Headcounters, New York 
   

 "Why would Fate be at the old JSA Headquarters?" Alan asked Arthur.

"I said I had a hunch about his whereabouts. I didn’t say I knew where he was." Aquaman replied 

"This is worthless. Fate could be anywhere. He could be in a different universe, for all we know."  

"Maybe if you'd stop mouthing off, we could have a better chance of finding him. Now come on."   Aquaman requested.

Aquaman walked into the building expecting Alan Scott to follow him. Arthur turned around & noticed Alan fly into the sky.

"What a coward." Aquaman said to himself. He knew Alan had a fear of zombies.  

As he walked through the hallway of the building, Arthur saw a tall figure sitting in a wooden chair.  

"Doctor Fate, is that you?" Aquaman asked.

He walked towards the figure. IT was definitely Fate. He began to speak in a ghastly, disturbing voice.  

"Arthur... No matter how gruesome my acts today will be, remember this; I take no pride in what I'm about to do to you." Doctor Fate said.

Fate slowly got off his seat. He was definitely a zombie. He looked hungery.

T                                                                To Be Continued...

@wildvine Thanks alot.

Here's my first Fan-Fiction I posted on this site:

http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic/8/dc-re-imagined-zatanna-1/700410/#5

All feedback is much appreciated.

http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic/8/dc-re-imagined-zatanna-1/700410/#5

@JSH92 You'll just have to wait & see.

The Bristol Night Club in Gotham City was an electrifying habitat filled with alcohol, pimps, perverts, stripers, & today; magic.

"Ladies & gents please put your hands together for the lovely, Zatanna Zatara!"

The woman walked on to the stage wielding a black top hat & small wand. She twirled her wand above the hat & began to speak. "Raeppa tibbar." She pulled a small rabbit out of her hat.

The crowd threw a tantrum.

"Get off the stage."

"Take off your clothes."

"No one speaks gibberish here in America, sweetheart." The show lasted for about 30 minutes before the drunken criticism got to Zatanna head & she finished her performance early.

Zatanna stood outside the club for about 20 minutes waiting for a cab. She finally came to her senses & realized the only way to hitch a ride in Gotham. You’ve gotta show some leg. Once she pulled up her long dress, cars started pulling over like no one’s business. She got into a car with a man who was probably expecting sex.

“Can you drop me off at the Bristol Country Club?” Zatanna asked.

“Oh...um…okay,” the man said in a disappointed tone. He was clearly not getting laid tonight.

The man drove her about 2 miles towards the country club when a police motioned him to pull over.

“Oh my God! It the po-po! What are we gonna do?”

“Just calm down. I’ll handle it,” assured Zatanna.

The policeman walked up to the car window on Zatanna’s side. The man pulled down the window so she could speak.

“Ma’am, do you know why I stopped you, tonight?”

“Prostitution? Don’t worry, sir. I wasn’t going to sleep with this pig,” said Zatanna.

“That’s not what it looks like to me ma’am. I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”

“Eavel su enola!” Zatanna chanted.

The pupils of the policeman’s eyes disappeared. He walked away. The man in the car looked at her in disbelief.

“Evird” Chanted Zatanna. The pupils of the man’s eyes disappeared. The man continued to dive the car.

Zatanna obviously casted a spell on the two men. She was a homo-magi, or magical human being for lake of better terms. She mastered all types of sorcery. She’s not like those cheap stage performers that pull cheap tricks to please their audience. She wielded powers beyond her wildest dreams.

The Bristol Country Club was presenting Gotham’s 50 Annual Masquerade Ball. Gotham’s most elegant residents have been attending for centuries to dance & have god time. But, this year, Zatanna means business.

Zatanna started to whisper into her eyepiece, “I’m reaching the destination. When I get inside the building, tell me where to find target. Over.”

“Roger that, Miss Zatara. Over.” Responded Raven

Rachael Roth A.K.A. Raven has been working with Zatanna for majority of her teenage life. That must be one of the few perks of being half-human/ & half-demon. She’s the daughter Trigon the Terrible, a demon who has destroyed countless of planets.

Zatanna exited the car & entered the country club. She reached into her satchel & pulled out a mask. The mask had dark purple fabric & tons of feathers. She placed it on her face. It only covered he face & left her mouth naked.

“Yap on noitnetta ot em. Emutsoc no.” Chanted Zatanna.

A vibrant costume appeared on Zatanna’s body. Due to her spell no one noticed her. It was finally time to start her mission.

“Raven, I’m ready. Lead me to the final Rings of Azar.”

ZATANNA AND ALL CHARACTERS AND SETTINGS ARE THE PROPERTY OF DC ENTERTAINMENT INC. AND THEIR RESPECTIVE AFFILIATES. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, I THOUGHT OF THE STORY BUT THESE AREN'T MY PEOPLE.