Tales of a Drunken 'Crow-CatsThere were rules for dealing with Jonathan Crane, most of them relating to how not to end up fear gassed into oblivion. But everyone also had their own unique guidelines, and Selina was no different. Now, most of the unwritten rules were regarding the fact that she and Jonathan officially hated each other. But one was different. It stated that, should Jonathan go out drinking alone and get completely shitfaced, and it wasn't near his birthday, he would, without a doubt, end up at her penthouse apartment. And it was her job to take care of him. Fun.Tales of a Drunken 'Crow-Cats3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It started when Selina was awoken by the sound of someone breaking into her apartment. And breaking was right. Whoever her intruder was, they had entered the building with all the subtlety of a train crashing through a major city. She heard a lamp get knocked down and someone trip over it and fall with a not-so-heavy *thwap*. Well that answered that question. There was only one person she knew who could bot
SeventeenIt was winter, it was freezing, but I, Jonathan Crane, wasn't cold. Why wasn't I cold, you ask? Well, the answer was simple. I was staying at Catwoman's apartment. What's so special about that, you may wonder. Is it the heating system? No, I would say. Oh, well is it the blanket? Nope, wrong again. Was she making warm food? Well yes, but that wasn't the reason. No the reason was one very special thing about Selina's apartment. Something that everyone who stayed there knew they had to deal with. Something that was currently making the Master of Fear very warm indeed. What is this magical thing you're thinking? Well, let me tell you.Seventeen3 years ago in Humor More Like This
You said you'd burn bridges for meI broke my bonesYou said you'd burn bridges for me2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the end
as I burned,
the only answer
was it you
The next nightShut your eyes and all the windowsThe next night6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Remember that last time?
Remember the curtains fluttering in his wind
A cool wind
- it felt nice, didnt it?
Cool wind on hot cheeks.
He took his time.
And the night felt soft,
so soft you decided to enjoy it awake.
You didnt close the window
and you didnt close your eyes.
And he crept in
and he crept closer.
So shut your eyes and shut all the windows.
You wouldnt want that again, would you?
Of Kisses and Crowbars: part 1 The music was blasting to the point where people were screaming to hear the sound of their own voices. Many of the Gotham Academy students formed a mob around each of the blaring speakers, moving their bodies and pounding their fists to the beat. Other students shouted at each other by the walls of the super-sized gym, flirting and laughing and stuffing themselves with the free pizza.Of Kisses and Crowbars: part 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
One particular dark-haired boy leaned against the wall farthest from the crowd, cleaning a pair of dark sunglasses with his school tie that was thrown loosely around his neck
"Hey, Dick!" another boy called to him. This other boy was using two of his buddies for support to stand, and it was clear from their faces that they'd been drinking more than just the punch. "Come join the dancing'. There's still some hot babes left!"
"Whatever Mark," Dick laughed, shak
Remember~Dick + Babs~Remember4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When the night is long and her bed is bare, she will often search for the past.
She keeps the totems hidden in the closet, concealed by a sheath of drawers and shielded with lock and key. There is no particular reason for her to veil them, as they are merely memories. But it is a ritual of sorts for her, and it helps her keep them close. It helps her remember.
Turning the small copper key as her wrist twists, the drawer pops open, revealing flashes of color and old, nearly forgotten images.
She picks up one such artifact, turning it over in her hands, and holds it in front of her, studying it with the eye of a detective. Here we have a young boy, certainly no more than 9 years old. His thick, black hair is tousled upon his head, and his eyes gleam a bright turquoise blue of youth and enthusiasm. She smiles. This is how she will always remember him, when they first locked eyes. All optimism and childlike wonder at the world. Even after all that had happened to him.
Just a feverAt first it was small and quiet. No one noticed it. Then as the night progressed that's when it got louder and worse.Just a fever4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tonight was supposed to be covert mission overseeing information smuggling by an unknown terrorist group. They were sitting and waiting for the assailant to arrive to the government building they were hiding in. And as always nothing goes covert for the Young Justice team.
Robin wouldn't stop coughing, no matter how hard the young boy tried to hide or stifle it. Kid Flash looked over to find Robin's face in his hand, coughing almost violently.
"Are you okay?" Kid Flash asked, quietly. He moved over to Robin's location and knelt beside him.
"I-*cough*-I'm fine" Robin replied, taking a cough lozenge from one of his many pockets on his utility belt. Kid watched Robin slipped it into his mouth with a quick flick of his tongue.
"Er, you sure? You've been coughing all night" Kid Flash said, turning his eyes away from Robin's face with a blush. "Not to ruin your mood, but it k
The Aftermaths Part 1The Aftermaths Part 1The Aftermaths Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(A follow on from dressed to undress)
I was frozen to the spot, to frightened to move. I was speechless and even if I had anything to say I would be too petrified to even dare say it. Bitterness and disapproval was etched upon his face. He jolted his head towards Wally and gave him a cold glare.
"Get out" he said in a deep husky voice
"Um erh I'mm" Wally spurted out timidly.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, NOW!" He bellowed his voice ricocheting of my bedroom walls. There was a quick squeal and Wally in a flash had vanished along with his pile of clothes. He jerked his head to look at me. I felt like I had just been shot.
"Richard get dressed, I'll see you downstairs for dinner in 5 minutes."
He slammed the door shut. I breathed out heavily. I grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of jeans from my chest of draws and got changed slowly.
I made my way unhurriedly down stairs trying to take as long as possible trying to dodge the unavoidable dreading what lied ahead. Bit by bit I was g
Young Justice - Part 6: BatgirlFor a moment, there was absolute quiet. I don't think anybody really knew what to say as Nightwing hastily returned the small shard of kryptonite to a pouch on his belt. He knelt by Conner's side and felt for his pulse with surprisingly gentle fingers. Without a word, he draped Conner's arm over his shoulder and helped him to his feet.Young Justice - Part 6: Batgirl3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Conner was already coming around, shaking his head as if to clear it. He was still weak from that brief exposure to the kryptonite, so his legs shook and he would have fallen again if Nightwing hadn't been there to hold him up.
"She'll come around again soon," Nightwing spoke then, breaking the silence. It was hard not to jump at the sudden noise. Everybody had gone so still. "Get her back to sick bay, and use restraints this time. Soft cuffs, two milligrams Ativan, five of Haldol,"
For half a heartbeat, nobody moved. Then a small chunk of concrete clattered to the floor, and our temporary paralysis was broken. I moved first, grabbing a spare blanket fro
GrapesGrapesGrapes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun, the waves, and the relaxation of the beach envelope me in a world of bliss. I lay quietly on my red beach towel, bobbing my head to the tunes from my headphones. I watch as M’gann, Conner, Kaldur, and Artemis play chicken. It’s kind of impossible to tell who will win. Conner and M’gann are looking pretty stable, and Kaldur and Artemis aren’t falling either. I laugh as Artemis and M’gann squeal, and Conner and Kaldur struggle to stand up. But something is missing…
Wally… I look around, my view tinted black from my glasses, and I can’t find him… He was JUST here. Suddenly I feel a whoosh of wind rush by me and the sun is blocked out. I look up and smile as I see Wally’s red hair, emerald eyes, and freckled face looking down at me. In his hand he holds a bowl of purple grapes, and as he sits down he asks,
PerfectDick's POVPerfect4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Aaaaah...Baths are the best.
As I lower myself into the hot, bubbly water of the bathrub my muscles start to relax immediately, the wamrth a very welcome comfort. I do wince when it comes into contatc with my lastest gift from the Joker, though; a new cut on my left arm from his crazy knife. But it'll heal soon and the pain's not that bad so I deal with it. I sit there for a while, playing with the pink (yes,pink), foamy bubbles and let the warm water do its job. After a while I decide I should actually wash. When I do, I notice all of the tiny peach scars dotting my palte skin through the soap and my heart falls. They're a constant remind of the real danger I face very night, of the life I've chosen to live, and the mistakes I've made along the way.
Great, isn't it?
I take the soapy washcloth and try to reach behind me to get at my back. I can't. My latest scar still pulses with pain every time I reach too high.
Just then the door cracks open and I think it
Like This is the Last TimeExhausted.Like This is the Last Time4 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's what I am, sprawled on my back on the soft couch in my living room, unable to sleep in my own bed. I don't usually have nightmares. And I definitely don't cry. I'm the big ball of warm sunshine on the team and if I stop smiling, they'll know shit is up. I haven't had a nightmare in years but I just did tonight and it's the worst I've ever had.
To keep it simple, Dick died.
The mere sight of his small body, limp and lifeless on the ground before me, killed me inside. I wouldn't be able to hold or touch or kiss or hear him ever again. It hurt so much that not only did I cry in the dream, but in reality as well. I woke up to a cool, wet feeling on my cheek and when I looked, my pillow was soaked through completely. That's scary. In more ways than one. Every time I close my eyes I see it, clear and fresh and torturing.
I hear something creak open, quiet footsteps, and in the next few seconds Dick appears from around the corner dressed in his large T-shi
In MemoryThe Flash stood in the fake greenery of the Watchtower. Three holographic statues surrounded him. Three dead heroes. There was one pillar at his feet, yet to be activated. It was for the first Kid Flash, and the only Wally West he ever wanted to know. The speedster pulled down his cowl, he couldn’t turn on the platform as a hero, he had to do it as a loving family member.In Memory2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Batman ghosted into the room, effectively scaring the bejezus out of Barry. The big bat put a hand on his colleague’s shoulder. “Turn it on, Barry.”
The blonde shook his head, “I can’t. It just doesn’t feel right.”
“How so?” Batman pondered.
“We’ve had death scares before. Artemis was just undercover. I was just stuck in the Speed Force. Clark was just in another dimension. How do we know he isn’t dead?” Barry was about ready to pull his hair out.
“Barry, we saw him disappear before our eyes. He’s gone,” Batman tried
On Objectification: A Poem Against FeminismNote: This poem may seem harsh, but since feminists are allowed to shame men for enjoying harmless entertainment that makes them happy, I don’t see why I should mince words.On Objectification: A Poem Against Feminism1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If a man complained,
Of romance novel heroes,
He’d be ignored and disdained,
For reading women’s prose.
So if feminists make a scene,
If they yell and fume,
About a comic heroine,
Or her sexy costume,
Or demand they make her fatter,
Who cares what they presume?
Why should it even matter?
But here’s the real paradox:
The weakest female leads,
The feminist never mocks,
For they’re in the books SHE reads.
Does Bella Swan,
To corporate power rise,
Or fight crime with brawn?
Or is she wooed by guys,
Merely acted upon?
Every romance novel cover,
A woman semi nude,
In the arms of her lover,
Submissive to a dude.
I’m not calling her a liar,
But when her own self-insert,
Gets all the male desire,
It doesn’t seem to hurt.
But when she’s outcompeted for attention,
Wally and Artemis :: The First TimeThe door creaked open and with another giant sob and the sound of a long breath being exhaled, she made her way through her apartment with slow, shaky steps. Almost as soon as her bed was in sight, the blonde woman launched herself at it and collapsed on top of it, her shoulders shuddering as she gripped the velvety soft, violet blanket that she was sprawled out upon. Even its warm caress wasn't enough to ease her pain. Heck, nothing would be. More tears streamed down her face, running over the same place they had been going over for the last hour. A small whine escaped from her parted lips, the sound smooth and uninterrupted until she ran out of breath. A sharp intake and she was at it again, sobbing once more. She gathered the blanket beneath her in a small bundle where her head was and readjusted her position so that her face was now hidden in the depths of the lovely fabric.Wally and Artemis :: The First Time3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her drenched, gorgeously golden hair began to leave its ties as she tugged at the band she had used to keep
BJ - Indirect KissR.J. sat there on his bed, reading his Batman comic that he had just bought. He was enjoying the peace and quiet as he read, but it was interrupted by someone shouting.BJ - Indirect Kiss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"R.J.! Where are you?!" and that someone was Wesley.
"I'm in my room!" he shouted toward his slightly opened bedroom door, and quickly put his comic away before the usual happened. '3....2...1...' and right on time a blur jumped on top of him.
Wesley's bright red hair was blown back, his pale green eyes showed nothing but excitement and his lips form a big smile, both boy's noses were inches away from each other's. And R.J. was glad that his boyfriend wasn't heavy, or his stomach might've been squished by the tackle.
"Hi! Eat this!" Wesley held out an apple up to R.J.'s lips.
"Just take a bite!"
"Fine." R.J. slowly took a bite of the fruit, and noticed that Wesley's smile grew even wider 'I didn't even knew that that was possible.'
"So?" Wesley's smile grew a bit more -if possible-
Brothers Ch 1Brothers Ch 1Brothers Ch 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Bruce I can't believe you are making me do this." I complain.
I stand with my back against the wall of Bruce's study. My blue eyes glare at my mentor as he's packing up a suitcase.
"It's only for a few days Dick." He tells me as he places his Batman suit in a secret compartment of his case. "And besides, I can't risk you coming along in your current health."
I wince as my hand subconsciously touches my chest. I'm still recovering from that burn I got a while back on a mission, Long story short, had to run inside a burning building, piece of burning wood fell on my chest, and I couldn't get it off right away. Thank god Bruce was able to find me before too long. I had fainted from the pain, but Bruce was able to get me out of there quick. And I swear I can head back into action, But Bruce is hesitant. He doesn't want me getting hurt worse than before.
"But do I seriously have to?" I whine yet again. "Anything but this."
Joker's Journal - 2Attempt 4Joker's Journal - 23 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Today I'm too busy to write.
Same as yesterday. I'm too busy to write.
Ya see, Harley's trying to get me in the habit of writing everyday.
I'm humoring her. For now. A sentence a day isn't so bad. Whoops, this one's four sentences.
AHAHAHA I SEE WHAT SHE'S DOING! Little snitch! Look at that! Every entry is a tiny bit longer than the last!!! Look at it! How'd she make me do that!?
I know how. She possessed me.
She's possessing me again:
Oh hi, I'm Harley, I love The Joker, I love love love love love love him! It's all I ever talk about! How much I love love love love him! I never think about anything else, I'm a hoar, I love him so damn much and I especially love making him write in these GODDAMN JOURNALS!!!
She's not giving up. No matter what I do. I tried to destroy the notebook. I tried to hide all the writing utensils in the building. I tried to cheat out of writing in any way that I could. It's not work
FirstAdorable.First4 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's the only way I can describe my boyfriend Dick Grayson as he sits beside me on the couch in Wayne Manor telling me about his latest trip out of town. Wait, country. He'd been gone for the past week (unbearable) for this fundraiser in some country in Africa. I swear this is one of the funniest things I've ever seen. He's telling me about the happy children, the elephants and tigers and a bunch of other animals with names I don't remember, and the dude that slipped into a pile of you-know-what. But ya know what?
I'm barely even listening.
I'm paying more attention to him instead of what he's actually saying. Sounds horrible and incredibly thoughtless, right? But he's speaking and moving with such enthusiasm that I can't take my eyes off him for even a moment. His electric blue eyes are bright with laughter, tiny lips stretched into a brilliant smile, and arms flying through the air with such animation and vigor that it makes me smile back at him before my br
Rogue 22 Be Mine...Logan steeled himself to do as he needed to help Rogue gain control again. "Well I'm not a nice man Rogue." His inner animal instincts had already had his eyes as black as night for quite sometime. Now his inner animal wanted nothing more than to claim Rogue as his but it also felt she was dangerous.Rogue 22 Be Mine...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rogues eyes changed from fire red to hungry black as her lips spread into a smile. That hungry smile. "Oh Logan...Ah'm still cold...will you warm me up?" her voice was teasing smoke in the air around him. "Will you hold me?" she stepped forward and saw him tense up more. "You won't hurt me will you, Sugah?" Rogue looked up at him then cocked her head looking all coy and challenging at the same time.
Logan felt a great pain at her words. "No Darlin. I would never hurt you..." his deep growling voice was ragged and husky now as he stepped forward. "Rogue you gotta get a hold o yer self. look at what you almost did to Pyro." Logan was gonna try and talk her down.
Rogue gave him another sultry
Can't Help Myself"S'not fair."Can't Help Myself4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I turn around and to look at my boyfriend Wally who's sitting on the edge of my bed looking like a sad puppy who just lost his favorite bone. I sigh heavily as I finish tying my navy blue tie. I hate seeing him like this, especially when it's all my fault he's feeling that way.
"I'm sorry, Wally. I'm really, really sorry," I say for the 10th time tonight. "But Bruce didn't invite you and he won't change his mind no matter what I say."
"Stingy old man."
"Hey, man." I walk over to him and poke him hard in the forehead. "Don't talk about him like that."
"Hmph. He pouts, half in joke, before taking both of my tiny hands in his large ones and pulling me closer to wrap his arms around my slim waist. "Well if I can't go, why can't you stay?"
When he talks to me in that soft, gentle tone, it makes me want to do anything and everything he asks of me, if if I really shouldn't.
"Because you know what Bruce'll do if I stay behind, especially if he finds out it was because of you."
Siblings"Artie! Artie!"Siblings3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The blond girl sighed from her place on the couch while cleaning off her bow. Her jean jacket riding up when she stretched her arms showing the stomach that her cammie didn't cover. "Shouldn't you be annoying someone else?"
The speedster shook his head as he plopped onto the couch with an arm over Artemis's shoulder. "Miss M threw me out of the kitchen. Said she was making me a surprise with Conner." Artemis shook her head at his cluelessness while choosing a rather sharp arrow form the quiver next to her. "I hope its brownies. With chocolate chips. A lot of chocolate chips. A really big tub of chocolate chips." He paused as if in a trance, but was out of it pretty fast. "So I have nothing to do, and now you got me all to your- OW! What the heck?"
The ginger quickly retracted his hand and held the bleeding wound to his chest as he stood. "First, don't touch me, Baywatch, and second are you really that stupid?"
The idiot in question didn't seem to be listening, however.
Neighbor Yoga TG PossessionNeighbor Yoga TG Possession10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Becoming the Crush
As Justin came home, he immediately grabbed some binoculars and headed upstairs. It was 4:00, so it was time to watch his neighbor, Brenda, do her daily yoga. It amazed Justin how Brenda could strike all of those poses so easily. It amazed him even more that he never got caught stating. As he was looking out of the window, though, Justin couldn't help but to sigh. As much as he idolizes Brenda, he can never come near her, even less touch her. He just wanted her so badly...
When Brenda finished her routine, Justin grudgingly went downstairs to put away his binoculars; however, on the first step he tripped, causing him to tumble down the stairway, until he hit his head on the bottom. When Justin finally came to, he realized that he was standing over his body. "Oh my, did I...die?" he moaned. Even though he was very distraught at being dead, Justin realized that, seeing as how he was a ghost, he must