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I never thought I'd fall in love with an angel, and I definitely never thought I'd fall in love with Azarel. When I first met Azarel I instinctively disliked him. He was rude and unmannered. And rude. Did I mention that? And Azarel seemed to dislike me just as much. No, never mind, he hated me. But then feelings and guts and things started stirring and turning after a little while. Okay, maybe a long while. It just took a lot of time. At first, the only reason I ever went to see Azarel was because it was hilarious to annoy him. Azarel was so uptight that it was easy to harass him or get him angry. I would mess with his hair and his hoo

Wesley tapped rapidly on the railing of the balcony. The metal vibrated little, so the tiny bumps barely made a sound, but the speedster wouldn't have noticed anyway with his mind out in space. His eyes directed the lines of his thoughts, tracing faces in the stars. Every so often his eyelids would droop in threat to close completely, but then they would pop back open with the flash of a nightmare tearing through his mind. That, ladies and gentlemen (and anyone outside or in between), is why young Wesley Evans was out on the balcony of RJ's apartment instead of sleeping soundly in the guest bed: a nightmare. When you're a superhero, everyone

Richard James Wells quickly turned on his heel, landing a neat, clean punch on his assaulter.    "Bluejay! Behind you!" cried Wesley Evans, his crime fighting partner. He threw a nearby trash can lid R.J.'s way as the blue jay spun, raising his arms in the process. The dark clothed attacker grunted as his fist connected with the hard aluminum of the lid. He pulled his now red hand back and cried out, beginning to shake his hand vigorously. R.J. took this opportunity to bend down low, swinging his right leg past the burly man's feet in a slight "corkscrew" type move, effectively knocking him over. The man's head hit the ground