Tagged by HaruYuuma ^^Tagged by: :iconharuyuuma:
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2. Each person must post 5 things about themselves in their journal
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Five things about me:
1. I wish I wasn't dirt-poor T_T
2. I'm terrified of tornadoes
3. I'm horrible with math
4. I sound like a retard when I sing
5. My eyes are green
1. Who's you favorite artist?
I have way too many!!! X3 Most of them are here on DA!
2. What do you do in your spare time other than draw?
Write. And do Homework that I've procrastinated on >_
Outfits"Harley, leave me alone." Joker clenched his teeth as he growled at the dancing woman in front of his desk. She didn't seem to notice the seriousness in his animalistic but distracted warning. She held two shirts suspended in the air by hangers, glancing back and forth between them and biting her glossed lips in thought.Outfits3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"First, tell me which one you like better!" She squeaked, holding the shirts over her body one by one. She had her "pajamas" on; a cottony black button up shirt she sewed herself with red hearts all over it, paired up with matching sweat pants. Joker kept his focus on the long pencil in his hand, sketching routes through a complex blue-print of a building.
Once the sirens rang, these doors would be locked first, then these over here. This one would be easiest to break open but the elevator would be shut down, so... we'd have to take the stairs down a couple of floors or should we go up? Hmm... Maybe I should take a trip to the airport and steal a helic
That Boy - Page 1That BoyThat Boy - Page 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fan Fiction by JokerAgentChaos on deviantart.com
Eighth grade. Oh boy, let me tell ya! It's a nightmare for the nerds and little kids who haven't gone through puberty, but heaven for the popular kids, the punks, the bullies, the hot girls.
There were many classifications in middle school that a kid can slip into.
For girls, you were either a sweet, nice girl who got good grades, or a hottie; a snob. The one with all the popular kids.
It was tough being in this top category. The category I'm in. Anyway back to my rambling!
Let's see, now for guys there's the "Nerds", of course. Computer geeks, smarty's, you know the works.
Then there's the "Jocks"; the basketball, football die-hards. Tall with their teen muscles developed, they have all the girls after them, they have the practices every day after school.
Then there's the punks, the gangsters, the "cool" guys. Yep! Those are the main three labels for guys.
There are some people, just a few, who don't fit in any grou
That Boy - Page 53I scratched the branch under me with my dirty nails, feeling the tough wrinkles in the thick skin of the tree. After a while of staring at the never-changing grey sky, I slid my hand in my hoodie pouch and brought out the handgun I stole from Officer Gordon. It wasn't clipped very securely in his holster, and he didn't notice it was missing from his belt when he left. I smirked and examined the elegant weapon. I easily identified it as a Pietro Beretta, the common police corps firearm. I read the "MOD.92FS-CAL9" Printed on the muzzle over a dark red stain; old rust-like blood that had waited too long to be washed off. The thought of Gordon killing someone was an absurd idea to me. He just seemed too innocent to murder anything. Maybe this gun was someone else's before it was his. The black hole at the tip of the muzzle seemed like a black hole of death.That Boy - Page 532 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked into it with wonder, holding the black plastic grip on the handle with both hands. After staring into that Beretta I closed m
Joker's Journal - 1She's nuts. I hate her.Joker's Journal - 12 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes.Never mind. Always. I was stupid to let a psychologist attach onto me. As if I didn't get enough pointless therapy in Arkham! I had to bring a doctor outside as my own personal advisor. Idiotic.
What is this? Its a journal. Me scribbling my "thoughts" on a paper. She's making me do it. She's watching me right now. I ask her what the hell to write, and she suggests writing my current actions. That's what I'm doing.
Now I'm out of things to write. But you know what's funny? I can't write that I'm staring at a blank piece of paper, because that would be lying. I can however, write "Fifteen minutes ago I was staring at a blank piece of paper."
I know how to annoy her.
I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am wr
She says that doesn't count. Now I have to sit here for another hour. Nothing is stopping me from leaving. Her glares don't intimidate me.
Hell with this.
She made me write that
That Boy - Page 23I listened to the sounds of the night, never hearing them this clearly before. More men came into the Walgreens store, in a greatly heated argument. They stayed in there shortly, and then came out, fighting brutally.That Boy - Page 233 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They fought roughly and angrily, moving down the street. "What IS IT with men and fighting?" I mumbled to myself.
"I can tell ya, Harl."
I fell out of the tree, startled and panicked. He was behind me the whole damn time!?!? I sat up, sore and scratched by the branches.
His gaze was still on the men in the distance, his hood casting a shadow over his face, of course. He was behind the tree, leaning on a tall fencepost.
"Men like them... they fight because they never knew any different. Simple as that." He turned his black eyes to me as I stood up, brushing leaves off of my body.
"Wise little owl you are..." I mumbled, pissed off and embarrassed.
"Clumsy little squirrel you are." He replied coolly. I had to admit, that was a good comeback.
"What are you doing here?" I asked
That Boy - Page 33At the back of the library, J turned around and scanned the room. "This is SO not the place I usually go, by the way. I'm not like, a nerd or anything." I told him.That Boy - Page 333 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of course not, Harls." He walked backwards to the emergency exit doors. I glanced behind me. No librarian, no kids. "Uh, won't those trigger an alarm or something?" I asked, seeing that he was gonna go outside.
"Nope. " That's all he said as he leaned back and pushed the red doors open. I followed him outside. The wind sent shivers down my back and my hair was whisked up in my face. I tied it in a single ponytail behind my head as we headed toward the bridge.
"They've been broken for years. The school just doesn't want to pay to fix 'em." J explained, raising his voice slightly over the wind.
We went under the bridge; I never had gone under here before. Swear words were scratched and scribbled into the cement surrounding our torso. The wind licked at our legs as we stood on the scraggly rocks. I watched th
That Boy - Page 7"Do you live over here?" I heard him say, not daring to look straight at him.That Boy - Page 73 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah, I live further down, behind the Walgreens. What about you?" I asked sweetly, daring to turn and face him as I walked.
Really Harley! Why'd you have to ask that? And why'd you have to answer him?! Come on! Telling him where you lived!!!??? How stupid!
"Nowhere." He answered. Okay. I couldn't tell if he was dismissing the question, or answering her truthfully.
There were dark gray clouds above us, but it wasn't going to rain anytime soon. Snow never stuck to the ground, winters were dark and rainy.
We came off the ramp and were now walking on the sidewalk. The wind was frostily chilling, and I liked it. We passed some old stores, seeing many spooky alleyways and some kids doing drugs after school.
After some more awkward silence, I pointed to my house, not knowing what else to do or say. "See, that's it."
I liked my house; it was one of the few nice ones in this city. Down the abandoned little road, back
That Boy - Page 17In history, two periods after science, my friends forced me to come on the other side of the room and talk with them. The teacher was at his desk, letting the class chat and work on our assignments.That Boy - Page 173 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry Harleen!"
"Talk about the dumbest teacher ever!"
"That sucks! You should have just ditched him."
"I'd rather be paired up with a box full of cockroaches!"
"It's the same thing, Jenny!"
They laughed, and shot some glances back at the boy. I felt myself burning with embarrassment!!! He surely heard them!!! "Guys, its fine." I said, looking for something else to change the subject with. "Uh, have you seen Believe Me yet? Everyone says it's a good movie, but I don't know if it's worth the money."
"Yeah, we saw that last weekend." Katie blurted suddenly, obviously annoyed at me. They went and did something... without me? What? Why didn't they invite me?
"Oh, well thanks for inviting me." I laughed a little, kinda meaning what I said, but keeping the atmosphere friendly. Girls in my ga
That Boy - Page 25*~*~*~*That Boy - Page 253 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't want to wake up. I want to dream still, dream about him, about how it felt outside at night. I wanted to still dream about him. Him. That boy.
Was it a dream? Do I want to find out if it was or wasn't? Did I want it to be real?
I gathered up the strength to open my eyes. I was lying sideways on my bed, diagonally across the bottom corner.
It wasn't a dream! He was there, in front of me!!!
He was on his back, his exposed face peaceful, his emo-ish black eye-shadow covering his eyes. His hair was dirty and stringy, his purple hoodie coated on one side with dried blood.
He fell asleep with ME, on MY bed, in MY room, in MY house!!! God, I was such a girl!!!
I wanted him to say here forever.
I wanted him to feel safe like this forever.
I wanted him next to me forever.
It was a memorable moment, a perfect moment. It was short lived.
I heard my father coming up the stairs. The sun was out; I was supposed to be downstairs getting ready for school!!! My dad was coming to wake me
That Boy - Page 3I told Travis to stop bugging me.That Boy - Page 33 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Travis laughed and said: "It wasn't me-- I swear! It was him!" He pointed to the boy next to him, the boy with the purple hood, the boy who never spoke, and the boy who everyone gossiped about.
Travis wanted to have fun teasing both of us!
The boy ignored us, as always. I muttered, "Shut up and leave me alone." to Travis. He didn't shut up.
"Hey emo, why you picking on my girl?" He teased. My blood flared like someone threw a match in a trail of oil. Was Travis acting like I was his girlfriend!?!
"Hey emo, you know how to talk?" Travis turned his body away from me and stared at the boy.
I felt angry and embarrassed. I focused on my paper in front of me. I didn't want to give Travis any attention to fuel his bullying.
But unfortunately Travis had forgotten about me and was interested now in getting the boy to talk.
Travis kicked the leg of the boy's chair, moving it a centimeter. "Emo freak, say something for once!" Travis laughed.
The boy turned his he
Shot - Part 6Joker closed the driver door of his van and sighed tiredly as he went inside his warehouse hide-out. That was so close! Batman could have found out everything!Shot - Part 63 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He threw his coat down on the floor in the middle of his room. Spinning on his heel, he let himself fall back into his rarely-used bed.
Rubbing his head, he sorted out his thoughts.
Okay. The henchmen I left at the bank would be arrested and most of them would tell the police all they knew about Harley. Thankfully they don't know much; only that she was shot by someone twice. They don't know anything about my former henchman, Brandon, appearing as a police officer. And they don't know that I technically saved Harl's life. Maybe.
Only Henry knew that I told George to take her to the hospital. Henry would keep his trap shut. He was my third hand man, ranked right under George.
As of that; neither the police nor Batman would find out where she was. She was still safe. Disguised, healing, and safe from them.
Now the big issue
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...3 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.
That Boy - Page 41We skated all the way up to the restaurant we camped at earlier. J hopped off his skateboard, laughing and panting heavily. I practically fell off mine and dropped to my hands and knees on the wet pavement taking in big gulps of air and trying to calm my adrenaline filled nerves.That Boy - Page 413 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My legs felt like noodles and my newborn headache had acquired a heartbeat. J was probably feeling like I was, though he didn't show it one bit. He shook his head, kept laughing, and brushed a strand of stringy hair out of his eyes.
Mumbling something, he picked up the baseball bat I set against the dumpster earlier. I forced myself to stand, closing my eyes and trying to control my breathing. That was such a rush! J dumped the baseball bat in the dumpster and glanced back at the target store behind us. The police had lost sight of us, but they still were trying to figure out where we went.
"Let's go." He stepped on his skateboard.
"Ja-ay!" I whined, shakily stepping on my board. I couldn't even put my two fee
That Boy - Page 9I didn't see him the rest of the day. Or the next day. I wondered about him during the weekend and was glad to see him on Monday!That Boy - Page 93 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fifth period rolled around. The lights were off in the science room and the teacher was showing a video about fossils on the projector. The boy ignored Travis as he kicked his chair, mockingly. He did it again. And again. Harder and harder.
Travis was being a pain in the ass. Again. "Hey freak, check out my phone. Its brand new, I got it yesterday." The boy ignored him.
"Hey freak, I'm talking to you!" Travis kicked his chair again. I rolled my eyes. "Could you be any louder, Travis?" I hissed, pretending to be having difficulty concentrating.
"Actually maybe I'm too quiet. Deaf dude over here doesn't have ears or a brain!" He snarled, loud enough for the teacher to hear.
"Travis, are you watching the video?" Mr. Harvard asked. Surprised, Travis gave him a blank look. He didn't expect the teacher to hear him. "Travis, do I need to move you?"
"Yes, please!" I
That Boy - Page 8I went toward my locker. School would start in about seven minutes. On the way there, I heard some bumping noises coming from the hallway leading to the lunchroom.That Boy - Page 83 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Boys messing around, most likely. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. I froze when I heard Travis yell, "Hey freak, you gotta problem with us? Huh, do ya?"
Oh god no! My stomach flipped sickeningly. I tiptoed down the lunchroom hallway, following the bumping sounds, and held my breath, not knowing what had told my legs to move!
He was against the wall, Travis and his five gang members surrounding him. "Huh? Talk loser!" Travis grabbed his shirt and shoved him into the wall of the empty lunchroom, his purple hood falling off his stringy hair.
He pushed Travis's hands away, holding his anger inside. He wasn't small or anything, he wasn't a wimp. He was normal, the same height as Travis, just out-numbered.
I have to walk away, I can't watch this!!! I feel like I'm going to throw up!
Travis grabbed him by his shirt again and thre
That Boy - Page 18When the bell rang at the end of school, I hurried out, avoiding the glares from my friends. I didn't bother to go to my locker to get my coat; I went straight for the bridge. I wanted to go home, to tell my mom that I wasn't feeling well, to be alone in my room and sort out my head.That Boy - Page 183 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I walked briskly up to the base of the bridge. I remembered seeing the boy leaning against it that one day. He wouldn't walk with me today; I was too far ahead of him.
I stopped, more panic rising in my throat and stomach. I remembered Travis. I remembered what he said at lunch today.
I turned around, back toward the school, seeing the kids flow out of it and catch their busses. I didn't know where Travis hung out after school. I didn't know where the boy would be, if he wasn't at the bridge. If he made it to the bridge.
I ran back to the school. I had to find him!! Would he be behind the school? Near the back doors of the lunchroom? On the side, near the portable rooms and the highway?
I had no damn
That Boy - Page 13In history, the teacher addressed the kids at the beginning of class. "Today we are going to watch a documentary. Class, this video will take the whole period, so you can put your notebooks away. If there is too much talking, you'll have to take fifteen notes. Just a little warning, there is some violence and... pictures in this video, okay? I know you are all mature enough to handle it."That Boy - Page 133 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Some kid raised his hand. "Like, is it bloody or something?" The teacher made a face. "No not really, it's just it's not too bad, but I'm just warning you to be mature about it okay?" The teacher started the projector and turned off the lights.
Across the room, I saw Jake whisper to his buddies, probably making a comment about a movie he saw with gore in it.
I knew a lot of my friends who had weak stomachs and hated blood and stuff. Some were in this class, it would be funny to see their reactions. I kept my notebook out so I could doodle my dance costume. Red and black. So pretty. I used