[Center][B]Raphael [Sup]Luigi[/Sup] Linden[/B][/Center]
Decorated with a blue cap that resembled Toucan Sam's beak, the Blue Bullet pulled himself over a parapet before hearing a tell-tale whistle and the subtle crunch of lead planting itself in a brick he'd been touching the previous instant. Having been shot before, the blue blaster found sudden motivation to jolt to cover behind the brick barrier.

[Color=LawnGreen]"A little bit faster, Blue,"[/Color] the Green Arrow chimed from over the radio.

The emerald archer and his blue affliate were taking care of a dynamic trio of bank thieves. One was an expert marksman, an expert brawler, and the last was the getaway man, an escape artist. Fortunately, the original arrow had stayed back to prevent Raphael from being shot or bludgeoned into a crimson stain. So it was up to the teal titan to stop the running man.

The problem? He simply wasn't [I]Speedy[/I] enough.

Roughly fourty yards from his target, Raph snatched out his left gun before letting out half a dozen shots, each closer to the target than the last. Fortunately, he managed to impact on the getaway man's shoulder, blowing him down like a cardboard cutout. If it weren't for the option of rubber bullets, the day would've been a lot less convenient.
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Raphael Linden was still running. He wasn't in a pursuit. He wasn't facing death. He wasn't even exercising. He was late for class. Technically he was only late for being early, but his morning routine was pretty dependant on being early. Even more so than anything he could learn to be the greatest superhero, he needed to master punctuality if he were to be the greatest man.

His plans were solid. Eat breakfast, shower, etcetera. It was the execution that proved tricky. It seemed that no motivational poster he hung on his wall could change his characteristics for him.

[Color=Orange]"This is for the birds."[/Color] Black Canary once told him that he seemed to have more in common with molasses than a Robin. Frankly, he couldn't agree more some days, like today. But he was sick of being compared to the legendary powerless sidekicks of old who had a knack for everything. It was like comparing apples to oranges.

He got good grades, was physically superior to most, and was told that he had the potential for greatness by the Green Arrow. The problem was.. he just didn't see it.