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Batman/ Superman: World’s Finest
Issue 1 By RoninReviews
Gotham Docks, 22:45. Few cargo ships dropping off the latest Wayne Tech from the South Korean factories. The factories give Batman INC a stronger foothold in some of the LDCs of the world. Also the workers are cheap. I’ve got one of the biggest agencies in the world working for me and I’m still snooping round these docks after my bed time. No fear suit tonight, only the bare essentials. Light utility belt. Face mask. Dark grey swim suit. No bats. Not tonight. Not this night, the night the bat came to me. The night my parents died. Bert Taliono is the owner of Dinosaur Industries, a powerful company that sells construction vehicles like Diggers and Steam Rollers, family man with his adopted children, but is really not all that nice. He killed 5 people in the 2 days and he’s only been here 3 since he got back from a family vacation to Miami. Mostly bums but a few prostitutes. Which switch has flipped Mr. Taliono? Maybe the death of your wife 3 months ago in that freak accident at the construction yard hm? Although he’s got that new actress girlfriend, she was very intelligent, won a Nobel prize the year you were married, obviously she was too high brow for you, you sick freak!
This isn’t usually my thing, but tonight I don’t feel like tearing down monsters, only weasels like Taliono. He’s got 8 Yachts docked at this bay. I’ve still got him beat 1:2 but he’s got some beauties. I pad along to the boat that he’s after his latest adopted kid ‘Gemini.’ I open the gas tank to find a face floating in a crude oil. I drop a tracer in the water. Some more body parts float to the surface. The poor bastards are white out. Here he comes. His fat legs carry his frumpy body towards the boat. He’s got a silenced 45. In the back of his running track suit. I creep around the side and back on to the dock. I hide behind some lobster boxes. He walks up the plank and unties the docking rope. He throws it over where I’m hidden. I’m still. He lights a cigar and starts up the engines and the boat leaves the shore. I race along behind it and dive into the water when the concrete stops. I have to get this bastard and find out where the other bodies are.
I love Nigeria. Nigeria is one of the poorer countries on Earth with corruption tearing the country to its core. Poverty running rampant and that most of its inhabitants pray for their next meal. It is where I come to relax. The kids always like to see me. The looks on their little faces when I float from the sky, it’s so... ‘It’s why god has put us here Clark.’ as Ma would say. Lois would probably say something extravagant and meaningful (with a hint of cynicism), but Ma always puts things into perspective. If I’ve had a bad day or got the snot beaten out of me by a giant alien cucumber I can always get a welcome greeting here in Nigeria. Right now it’s 3:45 but these kids are up already with the sun slowly rising. A patter of tiny hands jostles me awake not that I’m particularly tired or need to sleep. It’s just a habit. The kids want me to come and see something. I pull my S-shirt on over my jeans. I like coming here because I don’t have to wear the full suit but I can still be big blue. I follow them through a valley of craggy rocks.
I hear a whining growl as we approach a clearing. A battered Lioness snarls us. Her hind legs are trapped under a large boulder. She hates this. They want me to help it. I approach her but Nilo grabs my cape and hands me a tribal spear. She says something enthusiastically that I don’t understand and points at the Lioness. When I hold the spear the children cheer. Oh no...
Batman Narration: I hit the water. My body straightens like a spear and I’m gone. I push a breather in my mouth and press on. My legs are stiff with the cold. My joins yells, but my blood tells it to shut up and take it. The boat comes to a haut about half a mile of the city. I’m almost there just c’mon! I’m a humanoid goose bump now, and I’m still nowhere near Taliono’s death cruise. Knew I shouldn’t have eaten that Steak at the Mayor’s fundraiser. Catching up I grab the rudder of the boat. Toliono is working on something in the tank, a hacking movement, hm. Is he a cannibal? That why you’re so fat Bert? Hungry for people you sick...
Taliono retrieves a hand from the tank and walks over to the side of the boat. He leans over and hums softly to the water.
Batman Narration: Right. Now what?
After a few seconds a zombified woman comes to the surface. She is covered in black ooze with her arms and legs mangled and out of proportion. She has giant fangs and her eyes are completely black.
Batman Narration: That’s his wife! Francesca Taliono. What the hell happened to her?
She grabs the hand Bert has torn off the corpse and begins to savagely devour it.
Bert: There you go my lovely, is that good? Excellent! I’ve got more where that came from my darling.
Batman: He’s breaking down. Sobbing to himself.
Bert: It will be alright my dear. I’ll find a cure, but no one must know. They’ll lock you away for good. I can’t have that for my darling. No no-no. You can eat fish here and be free from the...
Batman Narration: I’ve heard enough.
Batman creeps over to him and smashes his head against the side of the boat.
Batman: I want a damn explanation now. What is this sickness?!
Taliono: Bah I- I- don’t know. I got back home, and she was there waiting for me. I grabbed her before anyone c-could see her and threw her in my car boot and took her out here. She’d only eat human flesh. I couldn’t feed her any meat so I- I killed people. I ‘sob’ can’t let her go. C-can’t...
Superman Narration: Well this is a difficult situation. I try to tell Nilo that I can’t kill the lioness, and she just explains more enthusiastically than before. Oh boy. Ok Kent. You’ve gotten out of more difficult situations before. You can do it this time. I breathe and walk towards the boulder.
Clark: Run. Go back to the village.
The children run back a few meters and then watch from a clearing. Clark looks as they go and sighs. Clark then uses the spear to lift the boulder from the lioness whilst grasping the cuff of her neck. In one smooth gesture he flips the stone and takes the snarling lioness out from under it. He flies straight up with the lioness snarling and clawing at him. He flies out 3 miles away. He gently lets the lioness go.
Back at the village
Superman stands in front of almost the entire village. A tiny old woman wearing tribal quilt made of animal skins. She is blind and holds a staff covered with marking and feathers. Men and Woman stand around her whilst the children hang around behind Superman some holding his cape. All eyes are on either Superman or the Village elder.
Village Elder (Broken English): You take... our food from us. That feed us you... American boy, you think you do a right thing? We no eat now you ... fool.
She hits Superman around the head with her staff.
Village Elder: I ... you no welcome here again American fool. They say you fly... like bird but I hope you fall like... rock. We no need your help no more American boy.
Superman: I’m... I’m sorry.
Village Elder: You still here? Leave village!
Superman takes off. He waves good-bye to the children before he leaves and then with a boom he’s off.
Ok. That... uh that could have gone better.
Batman: I need more. How did this happen to her?
Bert: I- I don’t know. She was in her lab for months. She fired all her employees but still went to work every day, locked in her lab not leaving. She was so distant all the time and then I was picking up the kids from school one day and found her in that state.
Batman lets Bert go, he rushes away from Batman, tears streaming down his face. As he stumbles back he bumps into the side of the boat and falls over board. Batman rushes over and tries to help him out, but his wife gets to him first, she extends her jet black fangs and tears into him ripping chunks off of his flesh and all Batman can do is watch as the dark water fills with blood. After about 15 minutes of chomping Batman helps the creature out of the water and on to the boat, he opens the hatch with the dead body parts in it and leaves. On his swim back to the shore all he can feel is guilt.
Batman Narration: I make my way back to the cave, Alfred greets me with his regular does of British cynicism, but I don’t go with the usual light banter. I take an early night which for me is any sleep at all, but all I can think about is the chomping. Stay up late cataloguing the files. I eventually gain the courage to research Dr. Maureen Taliono’s work. Turns out her lab worked on Theoretical Physics (An area that I am currently fascinated with.) Roughly around the time her assistants were fired she was working on something called the Anti-Life equation, an equation that apparently negates life, through accessing an alternate frame of our reality. How she got the way she was is still a mystery. I visit her lab, a haven for a super genius; technology that I’ve had trouble getting my hands on in the past is littered around the room. This garden of modern technological Eden is empty, unused. I’ll have Alfred see if I can have my lawyers weasel it out of police custody by lunch time. I sieve through the folders filled with scientific breakthroughs and Nobel Prize winners till I find the ominously named Anti-Life equation papers. And that’s all I remember.
Bruce raises his head and looks at Alfred. Bruce has a shocked/ afraid look in his face. Bruce is leaned over a 18th century couch in the Bat cave, classic furniture among the endless caverns filled with machinery and weaponry, Alfred has brought Bruce tea.
Alfred: My... so you stumbled your way through the streets of Gotham, and managed to get yourself back here. Sir... whatever lies within this folder, there is an ungodly force behind it.
Russia, Power plant
The huge fusion towers crumble as massive explosions tear the surrounding buildings apart. Workers pour from the buildings as fire trucks arrive and frantically work to diffuse the flames. Superman is being pressed against one of the falling walls of the fusion tower trying to keep it from falling on a group of workers. His muscles grip as the 100 + tons of sheer stone presses down on him. His small palms against the inanimate goliath, a bead of sweat slowly forms on his forehead and falls to the ground, Clark watches the sweat for a second and catastrophe reigns supreme for that second without his attention. The wall screeches forward, Clark regained his attention, and as he applies more force to the wall it was too much as a huge crack forms from his hand and streaks up the side of the wall, the structure begins to break apart and crumble.
Superman Narration: No, no, no, no. People still in the way, don’t think about the lives, heat vision got to break down the molecules of the chunks before they hit the ground. Come crank it out.
A sound like a thread being put through the eye of a needle echoes from Clarks eyes. The huge chunks of rock smash into a fine powder as the white-hot intense heat strikes them. As he concentrates on the rocks falling towards the people a huge on takes him out of nowhere, and he’s slammed into the ground. He pushes the stone off him momentarily drained from the use of his heat vision at such a calibre. He looks up to see the workers applauding his efforts.
Superman N: See, this is what makes it worthwhile.
Half an hour later, inside the Power plant
Walking through the empty corridors, Superman clears a path of destruction caused by the explosions.
Superman N: The explosions first took place within the core labs of the facility where apparently black hole looking energy portals were seen causing machinery to malfunction, and its effect on people was devastating. They turned completely black, like human silhouettes and screamed a distorted warped noise as their atoms were replaced by a strange type of energy. They attacked their co-workers before dissipating to nothing within a few seconds of being exposed to the black holes.
Superman reaches a room with a large column smashed through the ceiling. The lab is in ruins with equipment, machinery and furniture tipped all over the floor. Superman turns to see the machine. It is causing all the surfaces around it to become completely black with a large trail across the floor of black energy and causes the objects to float around very slowly. Superman approaches it with caution; as he nears the black hole the dark energy infused objects start to float nearer to him. He uses his super vision on it, but all he can see is the darkness. He slowly begins to reach out but suddenly a dark energy human arm launches out of the portal and grabs his hand. Superman jerks it off him and backs away.
Superman: Umm... hello? I don’t mean any harm. I’m Superman.
The arm grabs the side of the portal and pulls itself out, the dark creature is has liquefied dark matter dropping from itself. The creature pulls itself completely out of the portal and slowly gets to its feet. The dark energy is flicking off of the creature’s long flowing cape and as it looks up it resembles Batman.
Dark Energy Batman: S----- suuupppper---- mm-mmmann---nnnnannnn..... H-h-elllppp..... mm-m-m-eeee....
Next: What is the anti-life equation? What is causing people around the world to become Anti-Life equation creatures? Also: Space!
Justice League of America Issue 1
War of the Worlds: Part 1
Written by Bodhi Ouellette
It was a day we never thought would come.
Out from a realm of blackness came the army. The army that brought down all of the world. They showed us that we were not alone in this universe...
We were helpless. Broken. Left to be enslaved by a superior race. Until our greatest heroes banded together, from the strong, to the cunning, to the kings and queens of other races, to the magical, and to the ordinary. They came to defeat what could've been the end of the Earth. And they won.
They showed us that we were not alone in this universe… We were strong again. The world owed them a gratitude they could never repay.
So when the threats started to get bigger, the world had to get bigger as well. Every country seemed to begin their own teams of heroes. Heroes that would gladly protect their country in dire needs of saving.
Canada had the Men of the Flag, Europe had The Authority, China had the Great Ten, and rumors came that the Middle East, and Russia were developing their own teams of superheroes.
But America already had their own team. It was the strongest of them all. The strong, the cunning, the kings and queens, the magicians, and the ordinary returned to serve in the name of our country. Of America. Of Justice.
They were a League. They were the Justice League of America.
One of the most well known cities in America. The place everyone would want to live in. And the day is a perfect day to be out and about. If it wasn't for the two 11 foot tall green giants storming around the streets, wrecking every car they stomp on, and everyone fleeing away. One of the Giants smashes his foot on a moving Mercedes, crushing it and killing the person inside.
Giant 1: Nice one, brother!
Giant 2: Now it’s your turn!
The first Giant begins running towards a Volvo slowly approaching him. The car stops in its tracks, and the passenger quickly tries to gets his way out of the car, before the Giant could stomp on it, but the passenger is struggling to do so. The Giant is about to stomp of the car, when all of a sudden…
????: kconk kcab eht tnaig!
The Giant’s foot stops just inches away from the car by a green sparkling cloud. Then the green cloud pushes the giant back, landing on his back with a loud “THUD”.
Giant 1: What the hell?
Giant 2: Look!
The two giants direct their attention to Zatanna, the Mistress of Magic, and Flash, the Fastest Man Alive, standing proudly towards the people they defend. Flash speeds towards the passenger in the Volvo and pulls him out of his car and out of danger without blinking an eye. The first Giant gets back up from the ground.
Giant 1: Who the hell do you puny humans think you are?
Zatanna: Us? Why now, haven’t you heard? We’re the greatest superheroes you can find! We’re the Justice League of America!
Giant 2: Not so mighty of a league when there’s two of us, and two of you, puny weakling.
Flash: Hey, we may be puny, compared to you guys, but we’re not weaklings.
Zatanna: Now, I’m afraid we’re going to have to take you guys in. Any violence, or death, isn't going to be tolerated by us.
Giant 1: Oh? And what are you guys gonna do about it?
The Flash disappears, leaving a trail of wind behind him. The red trail that represents Flash travels up to the Giant, and is quickly knocked back. The Flash then travels all around the body, hitting weak spots, which brings the Giants to their knees. The Flash zooms back towards Zatanna.
Zatanna: I was hoping we didn't have to do this. But, you leaved us no choice. Now...
The second Giant begins to chase towards our two heroes. Zatanna sticks her arm out and says two simple words.
Zatanna: (Cont.) Ezeerf!
A blue and white sparkling cloud of magic spews out of Zatanna’s wand, which hits the Giant. He begins to slow down, followed by a slow creep of ice beginning to develop around him. The giant stops, now all covered in Ice.
Zatanna: Now to take down the other tall, green, and ugly.
Flash: Got it!
Flash zooms by the Giant, and hitting him with a hard punch before the Giant could even get up, knocking him back down on the ground, out cold.
Flash: Well, It wasn't exactly what I was hoping we’d do.
Zatanna: Any action is better than none, Barry.
(Voice): Hold tight.
Flash and Zatanna look up to see Superman, the Man of Steel and the Emerald Knight, Green Lantern of Earth descend from the sky, and land on the road.
Superman: Nice job, team. The people thank you for your actions.
Zatanna: Ah, it was nothing!
Flash: Really, it was nothing. These giants went down fast.
Green Lantern: Maybe you’re underestimating your own strength, Barry.
Flash: Or maybe they're really, really weak giants.
Superman: Any casualties?
Flash: There’s one over there.
Flash points to the crushed car. Blood is dripping out from the small crack. Superman displays a frown on his face.
Zatanna: We at least stopped them, Clark. If we didn't the death toll could’ve been higher.
Superman: We’ll need to take these giants over to D.C., see what Strange, Beetle, and Atom can evaluate from them. Lantern.
Green Lantern: I’m on it.
Green Lantern creates a bubble over the frozen Giants, while Superman grabs the other unconscious Giant. They take off carrying the Giants.
Green Lantern: Crap, this guys heavy!
Superman: Keep a grip. We've got from here to Washington to bring these bad boys too.
Green Lantern: Then I might as well cut my arm off!
The landscape is the same as it ever was. A red land with an orange sky. Rocky, and barren. But what we knew on the surface is nothing compared to what is under below the surface:
Populated. With martians. One docking station with a ship, and martians are loading onto the ship. Flying martians, giant martians, armed martians, and all you can believe. One stands above all, as the one who leads them all. His name is Ma’alefa’ak. And he stands above all as the leaders of the Martians. And a mission to find a last of his kind.
Hello and welcome to the next stage in fanfiction starting right here, right now! DC Prime is a multimedia Fan Fiction experience providing our readers with content from all different outlets. This is our DC Universe, plain and simple, starting with however much of a blank slate you want after the events of Flashpoint, with a plethora of talented new writers delve into this new universe.
We also have our own site, YT and fanfiction.net accounts where your scripts will be posted on and read by people all around the world!
How do I get a writing gig?
If you've ever been a part of a fanfiction group or lead one, you'll be well aware of some one foaming at the mouth to write a book and then he/she never ends up doing anything with it. Because of this you all need to send me a pitch for a series you're interested in doing and at least a rough draft of the first issue. Once these are sent in, me and my fellow leaders of the group will review them, then decide weather or not you get the book.
How often should I release the book Im writing?
Its all up to you, your book can be weekly, bi-weekly, tri-weekly (every three weeks), monthly or bi-monthly. But once you decide on the schedule, you're expected to stick to it. If you don't release something for your book after approximately two months, you'll be taken off the book and replaced by a new writer.
However, if your reasons for not meeting the schedule be things like problems at home or work, you will be given more time to send in an issue.
Our books will be released every Wednesday, how many we release in any given week depends on what gets sent in.
How much can I change canon?
The degree to which you want to change canon depends entirely on you but changes like making Green Arrow a 50 year old, red neck, hobo who ended up on the island by accident for example will not be allowed. Since our books take places during different points in time with some in the future and others in the past, every thing needs to be run by me and okayed before it can be done.
For example, if you want to do a flashback to Dick Grayson meeting Bruce Wayne for the first time, you'll have to abide by the current Batman writers interpretation of it.
Some things however will remain. Characters such as the various Robins (Dick, Jason, Damian, Tim), Batgirls (Stephanie, Casssandra, Barbara), Green Lanterns (John Stewart, Guy Gardner, Simon Baz, Kyle Reyner) and Flashes heirs (Bart and Wally) all still exist. How they first met with their mentors and how long they operated with them may or may not be changed.
How many books can I write at once?
Each writer can be in-charge of 4 books by themselves with a 5th one requiring a mandatory co-writer. Besides that you can have any type of book you want from solos, team books or multiverse tittles.
Can I use original and/or non DC characters?
Titles featuring original characters as supporting and even main characters are allowed. Non-DC characters, even once who were once published by DC like the Shadow cannot be used.
Titles Available (You can also propose any other books not listed here, including potential multiverse books.)
Green Lanter (Hal Jordan centric), Green Lantern: New Guardians (Kyle Reyner centric), Adam Strange, Arcane, Booster Gold, Captain Marvel: Shazam, Green Arrow, Hawk and Dove, Deathstroke and R.E.B.E.L.S.
Books such as Action Comics and Detective Comics serve as anthology series where any writer can jump on and write an arc or two for any member of the Batman and Superman families. Weather you want these stories to be in or out of the main continuity depends entirely on you. Detective is currently taken, Action Comics is available.
If you're interested in writing for us, you can sound off in the comments below or send me a private message with your pitch and the first issue draft. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and we hope to work with you all in the near future!
Prodigal Son Part 1
Loki (narration): The coming of the Serpent was foretold many eons ago. Odin, the now former king of Asgard, told the story many times to his children they told it to their own children but few save for Odin himself believed it would ever happen.
But after Asgard fell at the hands of the mad man known as Norman Osborn, the gods of Asgard were left trapped on Earth without a proper home to call their own and many presumed I had perished. But to the dismay of many of my fellow Asgardians, the details surrounding my death were greatly exaggerated, and I was reborn as a 12-year-old child with most of my memory and powers stripped away.
Thor found me and returned me to Asgard where he was the only one who saw any hope of me redeeming myself for acts I couldn’t even remember doing. For a while it worked but then….. The same day the human Tony Stark proclaimed to all Midgard that humanity would help build a new Asgard, the Serpent returned with a vengeance.
Feeding upon the fear of every man, woman and child on Midgard, the Serpent reached his full power and was on the verge of raising Midgard to the ground but my dear brother Thor battled his mad uncle and with his last breath defeated the Serpent even if it ended up killing him. Now with him dead… and my “father” Odin gone to guard his mad brother until the end of time I Loki, former betrayer, murdered and trickster god of Asgard… Am the last Odinson…. ………………………………………………………………………………………………
Beings both sentient and non-sentient all converged on the site of the pyre, walking across the open, and ruin filled planes of Broxton, Oklahoma as they made walked across it to pay their respects to the god who helped save them and their respective realms countless times before. Among those walking to the site of the pyre was Thor's wife, now widow Lady Sif and his adoptive brother Loki. Sif wore a black variation of her standard battle armor and a chain mail mask which covered her face.
Sif was a warrior through and through and she seldom allowed emotions such as sadness to come to the surface. But even now as she tried to keep her usual demeanor it was, but it was nothing but a pointless attempt at a facade.
Her walk was always upright and proper, now she lumbered along as if something heavily was weighing her down, her head lowered ever so slightly and even through her chain mail mask, it was obvious the recent widow was struggling more with her husband's death than she wanted to let on. At her side was the recently revived Loki now simply a boy deprived of most of his abilities.
Unlike Sif who simply ignored everyone around here as they marched on, Loki looked around with curiosity and noticed people not only from the Nine Realms such as Dwarves, Light Elves, Dark Elves and such but beings from all over the known universe. He even noticed many humans approaching the pyre site as well. One Dark Elf caught his eye.
He was an older looking Dark Elf with long un-kept hair and a beard much the same way. He wore a long black robe with brown boots and a pair of golden earrings. The Elf noticed Loki was looking at him and he smiled at the boy.
Lerri (friendly): Hello there young Asgardian.
Loki (sorry): Forgive me, I didn’t mean to stare. (Honest): I was just wondering why a Dark Elf would come so far from Svartalfheim.
Lerri (friendly): I can see why. It is true I and my people seldom leave our home world but Lord Thor personally saved me and my family many years ago during on of Malekith's rampages. While I may have lost my leg, Lord Thor's involvement ensured I did not lose my head instead and for that I have been eternally grateful to him ever since. It is for this reason I have come so far to pay my respects.
Loki (pleased): Yes that certainly sounds like Thor alright.
Lerri (curious): You knew him personally little one?
Loki (proud): Of course I'm his... apprentice. He was my master before he…
The young trickster looked away from Lerri and lowered his head after momentarily forgetting his brother’s death. Lerri placed his hand on his shoulder and smiled at Loki once again.
Lerri (friendly): I understand how you feel little one, but believe me it gets easier as time passes on. All you can do now is honor your masters sacrifice and continue his work. In times like these I fear we will need more people like him more than ever before.
The boy smiled back at the Elf and continued walking with him once he saw Sif had long since left him alone in the middle of the crowd. After several more minutes of walking they had reached the site of the pyre.
It was a large open area with a ruined tower on the northern side and several broken walls on the sides where the some chose to sit down. In the middle was a small construct made of wood with Thor's body on top of it. Loki looked around and noticed
Sif was standing at the forefront of the crowd.
Loki (friendly): I'm sorry, but I, must go. Lady Sif is waiting there for me and I, shouldn’t let her do this alone.
Lerri (friendly/smiling): It’s quite alright little one, may our paths cross again some day. Loki nodded at the elder Dark Elf and ran through the crowd and stopped upon reaching Sif.
Loki (sorry): My apologies, I was talking to a Dark Elf and-
Sif (distant): It doesn’t matter, you’re here now and we can begin.
The trickster nodded and followed his sister-in-law across the open field towards the body of
Thor Odinson with all eyes from the Nine Realms and beyond upon them. Upon reaching his body the two simply stood there and watched him for the briefest moment realizing this was the last time they would see him. Sif stepped forward lifted her chain mail mask and kissed him on the forehead.
Sif (crushed): Farewell my love, may you know no fear…
She stepped away and allowed Loki to say his goodbye.
Loki (sad): I'm sorry I failed you Thor… I tried to come and help you…. But I let you down like so many times before and for that…. I am truly sorry….
He backed away from the body, wiping away the tears from his face. Sif placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him for the briefest moment to reassure the boy. He smiled back at her as she took an unlit torch in her hand, using what little power he had Loki lit the torch, and the two placed it on the wood and watched as Thor's body burned in the inferno. The others present save for Loki, Sif and the All-Mothers knelt with their heads lowered as they paid their respects to the fallen God of Thunder.
But in the large crowd there was one Asgardian named Biorn whose thoughts were on the young Loki. He was a taller man standing at 6”3 with a bald, tattooed head and face. A long brown beard which went to his belt and neatly kept. He had a wolf skin cloak over on his back and a pair of swords attached to his belt. The Asgardian looked at the crying Loki from afar and smiled at the boys certain and very near demise.
To be continued...
If you read Gillen and his run on Journey you’ll now who Biorn is even if he’s not specifically named, besides that I hope you guys enjoyed the issue!
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