November 16thJonathan Crane woke up at precisely 6:00 A.M., the same time he does every weekday morning when he has work to do at his lab across town. Even this early in the morning, the shouts of his rebellious neighbors and the constant TV buzzing above his apartment room were still as loud as ever.
Something crashed upstairs and the man who sat around and got drunk all day yelled at his wife. The whole city could have heard their argument. Jonathan rolled his eyes as he came out of his morning shower and put on his clothes, making sure his vest and tie were neatly fastened and looking sharp. He wiped his glasses clean and ran a comb through his midnight black hair quickly so it would be only slightly wavy, not tangled, when it dried.
He fed his black cat and left his apartment room with a few loving strokes to the feline and another check on his appearance through the mirror on the wall. He walked down to the parking lot of his apartment complex with his hands in his jacket pockets, accepting th
Clown and Crow"Science nerd alert!" Joker shouted, opening the door to the lab without acknowledging the "WARNING: CHEMICALS AT USE" sign.Clown and Crow3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jonathan Crane tried not to cringe as he adjusted the settings on a big machine connected to a 6-foot tube of murky blue liquid. "Go away Joker, I don't want you in my laboratory."
Joker skipped over and looked at what Crane was doing. "Oh, I'll be good, I promise." He muttered, obviously not meaning at all what he said.
Jonathan glared at him from over the rim of his black glasses. "Don't. Touch. Anything."
Joker smirked, but held in a wave of laughter, standing tall and at attention. Jonathan glared at him a while longer before cranking a wheel on the side of the machine and watching a green substance slowly flow into the blue liquid in the giant test tube.
"Grandma's old recipe?" Joker asked, clearing his throat slightly. Jonathan made a face at him. "What?"
"Fear toxin, I meant." Joker grinned. "Lighten up Jonny." He hit the back of Crane's head good-naturedl
ThanksgivingIvy's greenhouse was now an orangehouse. The leaves of all her plants had changed from a brilliant emerald forest into a festive autumn haven. Pumpkins grew in all shapes and sizes. Orange and red vines trailed down from the glass roof in a veil around the main room of the greenhouse. Her plants were going into hibernation, and it was only a matter of time before Ivy herself would shut down for the winter. Crisp and colorful dead leaves lined the floor of a big clearing that was occupied by a homey little table surrounded neatly with six chairs. The table was made of dark oak wood, and the 'legs' of the table were rooted to the ground. Ivy could do things like that. She could control her plants, thanks to her scientific research and venoms she injected in herself. She loved nature so much, it was almost ridiculous. The table was blanketed with a white tablecloth that softened the weight of the plates, glasses, silverware, and napkins displayed on the surface. Who better to host a ThankThanksgiving3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Arkham CityThe neon lights of neighboring buildings flickered outside the warehouse window. I was keeping a sharp eye out, seeing some of the henchmen in the courtyard, talking and quarreling as they waited for something to do. They wanted to go out and rave, spill blood, and do what they do best. I ordered them all to stay here. I told them to wait, our time was coming soon. Truthfully, our time was long over. We were laying low. We weren't the top villain in Arkham City. I placed all the henchmen outside to guard the building from Batman.Arkham City3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stayed inside to guard Joker. He was so sick. He stayed in bed all day, trying to sleep through the coughing fits. He hadn't walked for a week and he was staying alive through IV's, not having an appetite for any actual food. He could barely sit up, there was no way he could stand any chance against Batman like this. So I guarded him. If Batman did find us, if he did knock down our army of henchmen like they were nothing but flies, he would NOT get through m
You set it on fire...Harley dived out of the window of a hundred-story skyscraper, fire exploding to life behind her. The building blazed with flames as she freefell to the concrete below, a grin was on her painted face and she closed her eyes in bliss.You set it on fire...4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Through the shattering and roaring of the heated building next to her, she could hear the battering sound of a helicopter. She opened her eyes and grabbed onto a rope that was suddenly hanging in front of her. Her falling weight tugged at it as she held on, but the rope stayed firm. She swung around on the rope, laughing up at the helicopter it was attached to.
Joker was hanging out of the open cargo door on the side of the aircraft, grinning down at her. The orange glow of the torched building lit up his white face and flying green hair. He turned behind him to one of their henchmen, who cranked the wheel that reeled up the rope.
Harley wrapped her legs around the rope and threw her torso back, laughing and swinging in the smoky air. The rope shortened, be
I think it will...Harley flopped down on the couch next to Joker. They were in their hideout, an abandoned apartment on the outskirts of Gotham. Tired after a long day of teasing the police, Joker pulled her closer to him.I think it will...4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"What are we gonna do tomorrow, J?" She asked happily.
"Something..." He muttered, not wanting to think about it. He just wanted to rest.
Harley grinned up at him and turned around on her belly. "Are you gonna fall asleep?"
"No! I never sleep, Harls, you know that." He kept his eyes open, determined not to doze off.
Harley teased him. "You're getting sleep-y! You wanna go to be-ed! You're ti-red! You wanna fall asleep-y!"
Joker smirked, not letting her get on his nerves. "Chant your little spell all you want. There is no way on earth you will ever make me sleep."
Harley propped herself up with her elbows on his chest. "I could make you take a sleeping pill!"
"Where are you gonna get a sleeping pill?" He asked.
"I could make you listen to Beethoven music."
"Hell no!" He laughed.