Thread: A shot to the heart, and you're to blame... You give love, a bad name. ((Me and roseangelkoi only))

Thomas blinked as her foot began to work his leg. He had excellent body control, but to a genius like Felicity the slight tightening of his hands, the ever so slightly visible dilation of his pupils, it was obvious he was turned on even before her foot reached it. Like the rest of him Thomas's cock was massive, while not as large as a horse or anything so vulgar it was when full erect 11 inches and two and three quarters thick. He'd told her before he had a pussy wrecker, and he'd proven it. If the muscular programmer truly got lost in his lust Felicity would end up limping the next day like a well fucked whore. Then again she'd also had to buy a new couch, bed, and bar for her loft. He'd pounded her until all she could speak was cross eyed Hebrew. When her foot reached his crotch she'd feel his already somewhat Coiled snake. It didn't help that he knew what her toes looked like, blue polish on her pale dainty toes from a stupidly expensive pedicure and manicure person down town. Luckily after last time when she'd teased him for two hours he had warned her he'd get even. Not just with the sex, although sex with the large man was a bit harsh. Like a storm from the seas he hit hard, fast, and didn't stop until all the remained was a groaning, moaned out mess. Bruises were expected, either from his grip or the was he'd bounce his partners off of the wall. No, Thomas had taken an experimental nanite gel that on contact with certain sounds or trauma got hard, and stealthily coated Felicities panties in it. Unknown to any of the city's vigilantes all of them were using it, and had acquired it from the same place. If the nanites were properly programmed they'd grow rigid with kinetic force providing a basic break for a bullet's kinetic force. Very useful under Kevlar. Thomas had costumed programmed this batch not only to harden, but to vibrate HARD on a sub-audio frequency. In essence Felicity's bra and panties suddenly began to vibrate HARD, like sex toys on beyond maximum, and no one could hear it because of the frequency. Thomas had a grin on his pace as he winked at his boss lady. Roy winced as she rubbed his shoulders, his left one was swollen as hell almost looking cantaloupe sized. He hissed as she pressed down on it, but the flesh was tense but gave away. An obvious sign that while it was really badly sprained it wasn't torn or anything. A skilled eye would notice his muscle seemed denser then normal. The Mirakuru had left Roy's system, but the first of the ones cured their were some odd effects left over. The muscles in his body were about twice as strong as they should be, he was also between ten and fifty percent more pain resistant then the normal person. Roy had once heard a survivor say The Green Arrow is like a Scalpel, Arsenal is like a hammer, that bitch Red Arrow is like a serrated sword, she makes sure you bleed. Chain Link is like a fucking land mine, you look down and your hand is gone. The comment had made Roy push himself harder. He wasn't dumb, he knew sooner or later all hammers went up against someone bigger and meaner and then it was luck, skill, and adaptability that decided who walked away. Part of him couldn't help but realize as she finished re-wrapping his shoulder how fucking dumb he'd been just showing her the wound. Not because of the wound itself, such a wound could come from almost anything especially since a dislocated joint tended to re-dislocate. No, honestly it was the other scars he was worried about her noticing. One part the scars that came with being Arsenal. But honestly, deep in his mind Roy heard a voice alot like Oliver's saying he was more scared about the other scars. The thin narrow ones with occasional divots into the skin. Lots of kids found the Glades a safe place, which spoke to their home lives. Oliver was near silent as he moved slowly across the warehouse roof. He'd heard disturbing rumors lately. The Glades were always a mind field, but he'd recently found calling cards that a new group of players were moving on the city. He needed to make sure that the locals were aware, and how displeased he'd be to find them working with them. Oliver had a love hate relationship with the gangs. Well no, he had a hate hate relationship with them. However, he also knew a wide scale attack against a single gang would just lead to a gang war with civilians pulled in. He'd found out about this particular meeting months ago, and decided to leave it alone until now. Chien China White Na-Wei, locked eyes with the brute across from her. Danny Brick Brickwell who growled before throwing his card onto the table. Ben Bronze Tiger Turner and Werner Count Vertigo Zytle finished off the round table of enforcers. Chien worked for the Triad, Ben the yakuza, Danny the Irish Mob, and Werner a local crew known as Frogmen Gang, local scummy drug dealers and such. Each of them was a killer, but t the same time it never hurt to keep doors open. Ben and Chien went back, and Danny when he wasn't bashing your skull in was fun to drink with. Werner was a bit of a creep, but he brought a lot of cash to the game. Chien's white mask rested on her hip, as did Ben's claws. Werner's cane rested against the table lazily, and Brick's Desert Eagles were both visible as she leaned forward to collect the chips. Tonight was going well. Suddenly an arrow hit the swinging light above the villains. Ming swore, as it exploded into thick black smoke. Gun Powder wrapped expertly in flash paper, and fired into an electric outlet. The impact ignited the powder which would cause a cloud of smoke. Even as he was aware of this she ws throwing a high kick out of habit. That was one of his favorite tricks. The skilled assassin moved to the right, but could have sworn as a hybrid bolor and tazer arrow caught her. She realized she was becoming too predictable right before the current started causing a sharp painful scream from her and her to drop to her ass, all her muscles locking up. Arrow looked at the villains. Chien bound like a ham, Tiger with an arrow through each hand and ankle, the hand ones pinning him to the table. Vertigo held to the wall with a forked arrows barbs on either side of his neck, his shoulders held to the wall with traditional arrows. Brick growling, he'd hit him with a stupidly fact acting paralytic powder at the same time as he'd taken out the light. The Arrow pulled out a playing card and dropped it into the center of the table, as he said, Listen up. I've been busy the last few months, so I've relaxed my policy on the gangs a bit. That being said, if I find out any of your are helping them or HIM get a foot hold in my city, I will personally burn your entire gang to the ground. Ben looked at the card and paled, Nuh uh, none of us are that suicidal. If HE comes to town He's even more likely to kill us then you are. It's not like HE plays nice with the locals. Arrow used his natural lie detecting skills, further enhanced by Argus and nodded his head, Good. Normally I tell you all to keep your noses clean. But you see anyone wearing those colors, feel free to consider it open season. Last thing we need is people like them getting a foot hold here. You all are scum, but you want the city to function. They'll just want to watch it burn. As he finished speaking Oliver drew out a pouch and threw it onto the ground. Just was the five mooks the gang enforcers brought as back up busted into the back room. The only sign he was even there the four incapacitated villains and a playing card with a purple and green clown on it, with read writing under it, The Jokerz. A green arrow was sticking through it, pinning the card to the table through the clown's eye. Last edited Jul 8, 2018