The new King of Gotham chp1The new King of Gotham chp16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thousands of puddles that littered the streets of Gotham city were illuminated by aged and golden street lamp bulbs, almost every apartment window was dark, all was quiet. Even one the oldest and busiest of buildings, Arkham Asylum, was quiet. It was overrun again, nobody was inside; the staff and security had fleed and every cell was empty. One man and his dog were the only moving things along the street. One man, the clown king of Gotham, the sole cause of this outbreak. His dog at his leesh, Haylee, a genetic mutation experiment between human and hyena. Sent to Arkham in a highly restrained cell to keep her from another slaughter rampage like the one shortly after her mutation. The man had adpoted her as his pet, and as his weapon.
Haylee's frequent animalistic giggling echoed down the street they walked upon "T-th-thank yous mister jay for walked me in park!" Her grip on english was just about understandable.
"Of cource my pet, thank goodness you're toilet trained, I did
Harleen's Destiny - Chapter 11Harleen's Destiny - Chapter 114 years ago in Drama More Like This
C) You want me to experiment on the Joker?
H) Well.....I'd be the one experimenting, I simply need your fear toxins.
C) I'm not interested.
H) Look...This isn't some sort of trick or evaluation. I'm not trying to extend your sentence in Arkham.
C) I'm being released in two weeks. Why would I want to ruin my chances of freedom. I'm a changed man Dr Quinzel.
H) Oh cut the crap Crane! We both know it won't be long until your gassing up Gotham's innocent.
Crane stoked Falcone's head. Falcone flinched as he continued to stare into empty space.
C)Sorry but I'll have to decline, besides the crucial ingredients must be hand picked from China.
H) Are you telling me you don't have an old supply, hidden in the Asylum?
Crane smiled and leaned forward.
C) Tons. But why is one inclined to ask, why? Why would you use it on your own patient?
H) There are certain aspects of The Joker's life he keeps hidden, even from himself, although I'm making progress,
A Skywalker In My ArmsA Skywalker In My Arms5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's a boy.
A healthy little boy.
Small and mewling,
Crying for his dying mother.
A new life starts
As his father's ends,
A new Skywalker
Rises to place.
I feel him so strong
So alive in the force.
A lot like his father,
A Skywalker in my arms.
Dragon Age: The Heart Changes the Man (One-Shot)Dragon Age: The Heart Changes the Man (One-Shot)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: The Heart Changes the Man
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Summary: After spending the night with Sylvanas, Zevran is forced to think about the mistakes he's made and eventually comes to a decision regarding the way he feels about her.
Characters: Zevran Arainai; Sylvanas Mahariel; Leliana; Alistair; brief appearance by Shriek!Tamlen
Disclaimer: Dragon Age characters and concepts ©BioWare. Sylvanas is mine.
Content Warning: Spoilers for Zevran's past; mild game spoilers; some sexual references
The Heart Changes the Man
Zevran let out a satisfied groan and pulled Sylvanas' body closer to his own, delighting in the feel of her skin against his as he tangled his fingers in her long, loose curls. He shivered a bit at the sensation of her delicate, slightly calloused hands tentatively running over his
Child like innocenceChild like innocence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want the innocence of a child again,
You know, Like how we used to be,
back before we had to act this way,
When we could laugh and play,
with people we didn't even know!
Making friends like you've known them all your life,
When really you met 5 minutes ago.
Back when it was okay to stay at a guys house,
becauase it was "cute."
I want to be like I was,
Ignorant, blissful, full of life.
Like every little girl,
Call everyone your best friend,
There is no enimes,
No guy problems,
No school drama,
Back when mommy and daddy were heros,
When they could do no wrong in your eyes,
When we all felt loved.
Those days when status didn't matter,
Back when boys were icky,
And girls had cooties.
Stronger In DeathStronger In Death4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't think of her.
She is nothing but a light gone out.
A hinderance in my plotting.
A grim memory of the Jedi.
Of their deceit and their lies to you.
She's lurking there in your mind.
Your black helmet doesn't disguise it.
I can read your mind, Vader.
Her memory is still around,
Luring you to the dead,
The deceased life Ani once had.
Like a siren calling,
I feel your mind weakening.
I told you that you killed her.
I wish that I was joking...
You killed her alright.
And now she's calling out to you.
In your dreams of darkest sleep.
I hear her voice whispering.
I wish I could shut her up.
But I cannot.
She's stronger in death than life.
So I call her voice an echo.
Say she's not really calling.
It's a nightmare of the light,
An ancient dark jedi mind trick.
One you want to learn.
Vader! I want you alive not dead!
TiredI'm tired.Tired8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of feeling lost, afraid, misunderstood.
Tired of wondering if I'm letting someone down by the choices I've made.
Tired of getting my feelings hurt, my ego bruised, my heart broken.
Tired of showing these varmin called emotions.
Tired of being me, of being weak.
Tired of trying to be this person I cannot see.
Tired of all the pain, all the struggle I've put upon myself.
Tired of not being the person I was.
Tired of hiding, hoping, and healing.
Tired of listening, learning...letting.
I'm tired...I'm tired.
I'm sorry, Remember my wordsI make sure that they are okayI'm sorry, Remember my words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time we speak,
But it's always the same answer
It's the same every day.
They are fine
And they do not need help,
So I try to make them laugh
Something good for their health.
Sometimes I cried and sometimes I smiled
A combination that I thought was mild,
But it lost me my friends and the good times too,
Something I thought would never come soon.
I feel so crazy for what I did
And I wouldn't blame them for what they said,
Why do we talk to him and why do we care
He probably cares more about his hair.
I was blind to see the one thing that kills me most
My ego took control and I started to boast,
Every little thing that made me proud
Has been ripped away and never to be found.
So I cry here in my bed
Beating myself on the side of my head,
Not blinking so my eyes will dry up
But tears just keep flowing like there's just not enough.
It's like an incurable disease
I screwed the wrong people and the joke is on me,
So I say to you both goodbye,
I'm sorry, re
Bitter Mana: SleepoverBitter Mana: Sleepover3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Damn that elf.
Damn his pride, damn his stubbornness
And damn the weather for coughing up the mother of all storms and forcing her to leave her nice, warm bed to go drag the elf mentioned earlier out of his wreck of a mansion so he wouldn't die of hypothermia.
Imoen grit her teeth as she tried to focus through rain blurred eyes. The last thing she needed was to get lost in the storm.
She was drenched, her cloak heavy around her and trailing behind her like a dead animal.
She'd been about to fall asleep, comfortable in the knowledge that Fenris had turned down her original invitation and was well within his rights to drown in his mansion
But then the sky erupted with sound, the light from the fire dim in comparison to the forks of lightning piercing the clouds.
And now she was out in the middle of it, because her damn heart wouldn't shut up.
Slipping on the cobblestones she collapsed into a puddle, staring up at the sky as it brightened to near daylight.
She screamed, curlin
Goodnight, Goodnight IISweet dreams,Goodnight, Goodnight II3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a wonderful being,
Behind your eyelids,
What will you be seeing?
Clouds above seas,
Or the sun setting pink?
The mountains covered purple,
Or the ocean rippling blue?
A kiss on your head,
And a cuddle before bed,
I'll tell you I love you,
And we'll fall asleep,
Dreaming of each other,
Defused, And Confused.Do I enjoy it?Defused, And Confused.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of the time,
Have I become obsessed?
I feel as if I have,
But I also seem to feel,
As if I hate it,
And I don't think I'll heal.
I find my self just sitting,
And trying so hard,
To find my lost mind,
Bottled up inside.
It's almost like my brain,
Has defused itself,
From all thoughts sane,
Leaving me confused,
And by myself.
The Sweetest Kiss, Only For A Dream.When I wished that it would comeThe Sweetest Kiss, Only For A Dream.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew it wouldn't,
When you wished it would end
It only just began.
It broke my heart to let you go
And it hurt me even worse to stop loving you,
But what killed me the most was that one simple task,
Trying to love someone else.
After time apart our paths met again
And from the look in your eyes you knew it,
You and I began to walk the same road
But in different directions; we touched.
Now we stand so close to one another
While so anxious and so frail,
Our knees tremble and our hearts shake
We've waited so long for it to happen.
You stand on my toes so we're eye to eye
So you and I could lock minds,
I reach around you with my arm and brace your back
And with the other I burry my hand in your hair.
I bring you in and you think it's wrong
But I kiss your cheek and turn away,
You step off my feet and look at me,
I'll let you think for a night before we claim that it's right
So I brush your chin and leave you there,
I take my last glance, and what I see...
Time's Drifting.Time's Drifting.3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Along with the sound,
To the heavenly song.
Float up to the clouds,
With a smile on your face,
Looking down on earth,
While drifting in space.
Let everything go,
And never look back,
You've bean chosen to fly,
But you never wondered why.
Off to a place,
Where clouds touch the sky,
And the sky doesn't race,
So you can just drift by.
A world by yourself,
With the wind in your toes,
Is a sound that makes you know,
That you drift with the wind so you can be free,
Not looking back,
But going as far,
As your own eyes can see.
The Protomen: Novelization The Protomen: NovelizationThe Protomen: Novelization 2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
In the year 20XX, the City sleeps. The towering skyscrapers are dark, the windows either shut closed and covered or dark, empty of any inhabitants save mice and insects. On the rooftops silent sentinels watch the streets and windows below them. They are dark, almost invisible except when a chance turn of the head catches one silhouetted in the moonlight. The only clear image, even then, is a rounded helmet and a crimson glow. Around all of it, the tops of buildings and the sentinels alike, the clouds swirl around them, blinding and concealing like the fog of war.
Outside the center of the City, the buildings shrink. No more skyscrapers clawing for the heavens; instead, the buildings are factories and warehouses, cloaked in the shadow of darkness, but the darkness can’t hide the sound of a m
A MistakeShiver and quakeA Mistake3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You made a mistake,
She dropped to the ground
And she will not wake.
Blind aggression stumbles
All throughout your veins,
Your eyeballs start to rumble
While you stare at blood stains.
You try to pick it up
But it just seeps through
Your unforgiving fingers
Thickened like glue.
Sticky to the touch
You always had a hunch,
But now that you hurt her
Emotions are too much.
Trembling with fear
And shaking with pain
You know that she's still here,
Watching it all,
Watching you hang.
Let's Play a Game- FanficI looked out the door cautiously, searching for the little black shadow I knew was waiting for me. My eyes scanned the tops of the buildings, peering out from behind the bars of the safe room door. Where was he ?Let's Play a Game- Fanfic4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There, I breathed, grinning as I caught sight of my only entertainment in this new world. The Leaper sat hunched on the roof, shivering miserably in the cold. Most of the Infected had long ago died off when the cold hit, so it was quite the surprise that the Leaper was still around. The other Specials had moved south to avoid the frost and ice that came with November, but for some reason this particular Leaper stayed north, braving the cold.
Actually, I knew why he stayed. My 'game' kept him thinking he had a chance to catch me, so he remained where the food was. It might be cruel to tease him like that, but I needed some form of entertainment through the long days. If playing with the starving Leaper was the only way to have fun, then so be it. I'd play with him u
Enjoy The ShowHarley plugged in her sewing machine and set it up. A lamp on the desk was the only light in the dark room. The shades were pulled closed and the cracked wall clock ticked awkwardly. She took Joker's purple coat off a hook on the wall and lovingly smoothed it down under the needle of the machine.Enjoy The Show4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Joker had torn a hole in his sleeve from tussling with the Batman last night. Luckily he managed to get away again, much to Harley's relief. When Joker returned home he laughed for an hour straight about giving Batman a nasty, and well-deserved, broken arm.
Harley pulled out a roll of the same velvety fabric from her closet and measured out the right size. She always took care of his clothes. It was her first job when she turned into Harley Quinn and started living with him.
Joker originally got his famous violet suit from a private tailor. He had threatened him into making it whenever he needed a new one. But now that he had Harley, she was happily responsible for taking care of all his cloth
Red Skies To Apple Pies.Red Skies To Apple Pies.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Red skies flow under the shining moon,
They're shining on the flowers that will bloom,
The beauty fills his heart full of glee
As he stumbles through grass; so green.
The smell of cinnamon is warm in the air,
He calmly lies down with wide-eyed stare
Looking up at that blood-red sky
With clouds shaped as faces with winds that cry.
The sight embraces the flight of speech;
The doors of poetry will soon be breached,
His words of passion that are filled with pride
Will begin to beat with a heart so alive.
That he tries to stop the moment just then
As he brings out his paper and pen,
He starts to write and he can’t help but think,
"What happens if I stop to blink?"
The moment has passed and there's no more sky
Just the glowing moon above sleeping guy,
What had this person done so incredibly wrong?
He blinks for a moment too long.
He lets out a chuckle as he scratches his head,
His wife’s baking pies for their family and friends,
He looks at a picture with wide skies stained red,
Fallingmy words feeding the negativity once again storing its feast upon my flesh absorbing the root of its maker pouring itself into my rib cage clutching within myself decomposing in the mist of it all belittling my soul with the spoils of doubt and defeat counting the days to my last breath with life so hard to see the bottle half full with jack daniels sinking within the darkness caressing away the threshold of my depression pulling away at my organ bursting into beautiful hues shedding red tears upon the floor splattering my true nature once again empty hollow human dragged around the pressure of staying true to her essence and state of a deranged loner fighting with the monster inside of herself destroying the bit of confidence she could ever spell with admiration laughing at the world while she's on edge waiting to taste the asphalt of the ground crushing her into rumble and seeing beauty in the breakdownFalling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The AffairYou got a tasteThe Affair3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now you're lusting for more,
You can smell my fear
You're going to cause a horror.
Please go, and stop now
Before I commit a crime so wrong,
I cannot control this heart of mine
It will be lost for a time so long.
I won't look at myself
And I will not speak with you,
You've captured my heart
In your devils cocoon.
You said we were safe when we were actually fucked
Your lies are scattered and your truths are corrupt,
This will not end until one of us quits
And that will never happen,
Until our hearts become sick.
Guardian Angel.Condemned by faithGuardian Angel.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But free by strength,
Arms of bearing
With angels wings.
I jump off the clouds
With full faith in thy self,
With wings spread wide
I fly with stealth.
I'll always fly down
To guard you my child,
From audacious demons
And the most evil omens.
For it is my duty
To guard all souls
With strength and dignity
For all eternity
As a guardian angel.
Re-Imagining: Adventure TimeRe-Imagining: Adventure Time3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reimagining: Adventure Time
The following history of the world has been forgotten, but like all history has its importance in the future. Once there was a period of uneasy but consistent peace and prosperity for the nations of humanity, the major problems of society shifting from a desire for food and shelter and security to instead the ever-present problem of boredom. Video games had hit a benchmark and people were growing dissatisfied with their paltry thrills while the major studios had long since died off due to poor sales and bad decisions.
Space travel only scratched the itch so long when it was discovered much of the reachable universe was as boring as the Earth left behind.
Enter Simon Petrikov, a scientific genius with a flair for the theatrical and a passion for chaos.
His unprecedented solution to the issue of crippling malaise was an amusement park, but one on a scale never seen before. He purchased an artificial archipelago about the size of a small continent and, over a p
Morphine And ThornsMorphine & Thorns:Morphine And Thorns7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
An Edwardian Fairytale
He came again last night.
That strange creature with the eyes like melted opals, waifish, pale. With an outstretched hand, an impish grin like Peter Pan from the childrens bedtime stories.
She had been taking the chloral hydrate and morphine concoctions diligentlyjust what the doctor prescribedfor a week now. The first night it had seemed peculiar, unnatural; she was never one for medication of any sort, and it had frightened her when the doctor made such a strict point of precise dosage, somehow excluding to mention what exactly would happen if she failed to exercise caution. She had protested, indeed, when her husband dragged her there, exasperated by her nervous outbreaks, her incessant insomnia. But what else was to be done? She was driving herself mad with the constant fidgeting, staring at the ceiling as the night passed, thinking of nothing, not daring to think. And so she had agreed to