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Oliver: "I AM THE G-" "YTIC RATS EZEERF" ... "EZEERFNU NEEUQ REVILO" Oliver, continuuing, "reen Arro- what just happened?" Zatanna uncuffing him, "We stopped you from revealing your identity." Oliver: "How? Who are you?" John Constantine, walking into the scene, "She's with me, mate." Zatanna, "I'm not with you, John. I'm here because of him . We have a mutual friend, said you're in a bit of trouble. I'm Zatanna, by the way." Oliver: "Mutual friend?" Zatanna: "Let's just say, he's a bit batty." John: "Less chit-chat, we don't have much time, luvs. Someone owes me a favor. He can make this all go away." Oliver: "Make what go away? Go away how?" John: "No one will know you're the Green Arrow. Blank slate." Oliver: "What about Felicity?" John: "She'll still know you as Oliver. She...

13 years ago, there was an accident. Everyone in my class got superpowers.  We were on a field trip to a glue factory. Just my class. Mr. Elmer's favorite place for class field trips. Somebody played a prank. Our lunch milk was swapped out for glue. Not much of a problem to consume glue, right? That's shit non-toxic. One problem, the glue factory...it was right next to a toxic waste dump. I thought that shit only happened in cartoons. I'm 21 now. I've had my powers since I was 18. Everyone got there powers when they turned 18. Doesn't make sense, how...why would toxic glue wait until you're 18?  Whatever.  There was 30 of us. We all have superpowers. A few of my classmates can do cool shit, like piss fire or shit ice. I think they're dating eachother, actually.  One of my other classmates became a shape-shifting dog. He can become any type of dog. Corgi, husky, pomeranian, whatever. Things got awkward between him and his girlfriend. He doe...

Two men sit together in a dark, shadowy bar. One man is African-American, speaks in proper American English. He doesn't slouch, doesn't slur his words; you can tell he's been in the marines. His hands are covered in blood. The other man a white man, a ginger, Baltimore accent, he's covered in blood, splattered all over his attire. More rash, more bash. His tone is harder, angrier than the other man. "That was a helluva fight, huh?", the white man says as he drinks from his pitcher. "Hell's nothing compared to what just happened.", the black man says, in a more sober tone, "trust me - I've seen hell." He pauses, looking at his reflection in the table, before continuing to drink. "Yeah, well, good thing we just happened to be a solar system with a fuckin' bar," taking another swig, "with actual beer, too. Don't get nothin' this good on Oa." The bartender approaches them, a purple-skinned man w...