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	==='''~~Venom/~~Dr. Harleen Quinzel'''===		==='''Dr. Harleen Quinzel/Venom'''===

	"La la la." The blonde woman sang to herself as she sang tunelessly, pirouetting down the hallway. She thought about turning a cartwheel, but thought that the stuffy butler that Wilbur had wouldn't approve. Then, after a moment's consideration, she did it anyway. She was mistress of the house now.		"La la la." The blonde woman sang to herself as she sang tunelessly, pirouetting down the hallway. She thought about turning a cartwheel, but thought that the stuffy butler that Wilbur had wouldn't approve. Then, after a moment's consideration, she did it anyway. She was mistress of the house now.
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	==='''~~Power Man/~~Detective Ted Grant'''===		==='''Detective Ted Grant/Power Man'''===

	"Getting too old for this." Detective Ted Grant took in a deep breath as he reached the top of the stairs. He swore he'd take the stairs, but at the last minute he'd chickened out and ridden up ten of the floors and walked the last three. He missed being in shape. He missed the endless hours after shifts training, sparring, keeping himself in perfect physical condition. That'd ended when the doc had diagnosed him. "Lay off the heavy stuff", the doc had said. No strenuous activity, and you'll have plenty of years left. The captain had almost forced him to retire then. He was young and brash but he meant well. He'd talked him down to ceremonial appearances only. He couldn't stand being off the force. The older officers had understood that. They'd stood up for him. So here he was, a decorative officer. This was some sort of charity event. Some bigwig, Stark, was giving a bunch of money towards the reconstruction of the city, and some of it was going towards the police department. Grant still remembered that day. His fists clenched and his brow furrowed at the thought. The explosions, the fighting. A lot of good officers had died that day. The doctors thought that maybe exposure to some Atlantean weapon had caused his condition. It didn't matter.		"Getting too old for this." Detective Ted Grant took in a deep breath as he reached the top of the stairs. He swore he'd take the stairs, but at the last minute he'd chickened out and ridden up ten of the floors and walked the last three. He missed being in shape. He missed the endless hours after shifts training, sparring, keeping himself in perfect physical condition. That'd ended when the doc had diagnosed him. "Lay off the heavy stuff", the doc had said. No strenuous activity, and you'll have plenty of years left. The captain had almost forced him to retire then. He was young and brash but he meant well. He'd talked him down to ceremonial appearances only. He couldn't stand being off the force. The older officers had understood that. They'd stood up for him. So here he was, a decorative officer. This was some sort of charity event. Some bigwig, Stark, was giving a bunch of money towards the reconstruction of the city, and some of it was going towards the police department. Grant still remembered that day. His fists clenched and his brow furrowed at the thought. The explosions, the fighting. A lot of good officers had died that day. The doctors thought that maybe exposure to some Atlantean weapon had caused his condition. It didn't matter.
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	==='''~~Nemesis/~~James Howlett III'''===		==='''James Howlett III/Nemesis'''===

	"Ms. Quinn" walked down the cold concrete stairs. Annoyed at the grating, the heels she was wearing morphed seamlessly into dressy flats. Mr. Stark had told her to "dress to impress" for this next pitch, but that she might need to break in. She and Puddin' had spent hours deciding on what to wear. Usually she was disguised as Stark's mousy assistant. She could never really reclaim the sexy doctor look she'd sported back as Doctor Quinzel, but that was a small price to pay.		"Ms. Quinn" walked down the cold concrete stairs. Annoyed at the grating, the heels she was wearing morphed seamlessly into dressy flats. Mr. Stark had told her to "dress to impress" for this next pitch, but that she might need to break in. She and Puddin' had spent hours deciding on what to wear. Usually she was disguised as Stark's mousy assistant. She could never really reclaim the sexy doctor look she'd sported back as Doctor Quinzel, but that was a small price to pay.
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	==='''~~Bullseye/~~Kyle Rayner'''===		==='''Kyle Rayner/Bullseye'''===

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	==='''~~Mastermind/~~Ralph Dibny'''===		==='''Ralph Dibny/Mastermind'''===

	"And that's why Mr. Boglin couldn't resist himself. That's why...he shot his mistress, cleaning woman and wife!"		"And that's why Mr. Boglin couldn't resist himself. That's why...he shot his mistress, cleaning woman and wife!"
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	==='''~~Amazo/~~Flash Thompson'''===		==='''Flash Thompson/Amazo'''===

	no write-up found		no write-up found

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