To The Sea (1/2)To The Sea
The shoes that Arkham Asylum provided their inmates with were surprisingly good running shoes. The Joker laughed once in gratitude with a panting breath as he glanced down at the pair helping his feet propel themselves along the rocky shore of southern Gotham. The institute's sirens blared behind him, and his loyal girlfriend had to really shout to be heard over the wails of the cops' cars parked behind the chain link fence of the asylum's perimeter. "Where the hell are we going!?!?!"
With a small slip in his step, he laughed over his shoulder at her agile body following his lead. "To the sea!!!" Although his answer confused her, she was satisfied to know that he at least had an idea of a destination. When she broke him out of Arkham fifteen minutes ago, she was ready to pull him back out to the masked car she brought and parked in the parking lot. He turned out to be the one who pulled her, only in the opposite direction. The spotlights from the roof of Arkham we
For the Love of Joker 3For the Love of Joker 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
3. I Wanna Be Free~
~I Wanna Be Free, I Wanna Be Loved
I Wanna Be More Than You're Thinking Of
Everything Seems To Be Estranged When You’re Alone...
One Day I'll Stop Keeping Track
And Give Myself Time To React
-Panic! at the Disco (I Wanna Be Free)
The doe-eyed child stared, slack-jawed, back at me.
I wondered idly what she would look like with white face paint over her porcelain face, a diamond pattern decorating her attire that, naturally, clung to her perfect skin.
I sit back in my chair and tap my toe, feigning impatience.
"I'm a-waiting doll-face." I arch my eyebrow again, letting my eyes turn dark and cold. I was tired of this game already. I only put the effort into warmth because she was pleasing me with her wonderful naivety. But now, I shook my head internally. This may not be worth the effort after all.
"Mister Joker, my name is Doctor H. Quinzel. I am here to help you," she sauntered over to the table and slammed her hands down on the table.
For the Love of Joker 8For the Love of Joker 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I lay in bed, finally back to where it all started.
The phone call that changed my life.
How only five hours could change my life; is a mystery to me.
In hour one; I was encountered by my best friend; stumblingly drunk, and hopelessly in love.
In hour two; I had my first face-to-face encounter with the infamous Batman, and got to ride in his legendary car- if you could even call it a car, I think "super-epic-tank-type-vehicle" is more appropriate of a term than "car".
In hour three; I met my first real crazy person, and also someone that-much to my chagrin- can make me have major emotional pitfalls; and also make me blush like a mad person. The even more insane thing was that- those two scenarios came from the same person
In hour four; I entered my office, much like any other morning, but this time, a gift was awaiting me; but this gift was not one that I liked, nor one that I desired to keep- but a part of me, though small, desperately did wanted to keep it.
For the Love of Joker 6For the Love of Joker 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rooftops. Why is is that I always end up on rooftops?
I was sitting on the glass paneling of the skylight above my apartment, blanket
wrapped forcefully around me, iPod music blaring in my ears.
I didn't want to think, because if I did, I knew it would be some girl-ish
fantasy about me and tall, dark, and brooding.
I felt my stomach pang as the song changed to Elvis' I can't help falling in
love with you.
What was this? The fourth or fifth time that he has had to drag my drunk ass
home? I certainly couldn't be that attractive to him, nobody could be that
attractive to anyone if they were to be seen drunk.
Like a river flow surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant
"Yeah, right." I said aloud. My Bruce and I were not meant to be. I sighed and
took the iPod out of my pocket to switch it to the next song- but turned it off-
I didn't feel like music was working for me anymore.
I stood up, no longer wanting to face my feelings up front. I was
To The Sea (2/2)The ocean was suffocating Harley. It was more unbearable than having a pillow forced over her face, and she knew exactly how that felt. Every attempt to move her limbs and swim sent pain through her panicked muscles. Drowning was a slow death, but she suspected her suffering would be cut short on account of her terrified heart beating faster than it was ever supposed to beat. Her bursting fear alone could kill her.To The Sea (2/2)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The woman screamed in silence when her flowing hair was captured and yanked up. She felt the crisp night air welcoming her face back to the surface as she convulsed a gallon of liquid from her throat. The waverunner was slippery and provided little to grip on as it painfully bumped against her back. With another yank, Joker pulled her on board and jumped his hand's iron grip to her bicep. She reached up and latched onto his shirt to pull herself on the seat, wincing at the stinging in her scalp and the fire in her drenched lungs. He let her go once she was on board, placing
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
Twice as hardShe'd turn to look at him, wondering where the days events went by like little droplets falling from a broken faucet.Twice as hard2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The city had actually simmered down and the crazy talk had sort of slipped under the sheets. Then inmates found warmer spots and hoped that food would eventually be dropped. Somehow the crazy side of town had gotten it's own place and name, still a mystery to her how this had been managed but then again anything is possible with a city filled with so many cruel intentions.
Then again, everything had gone to shit in nano seconds.
She washed the blood from her hands before turning to look at him, bandages around his torso, blood staining the bed and his ragged breathing getting just the tiniest bit fainter. Harley had done all she could for now, sending out the kids to get the first doctor the could find and get him or her down here as quick as possible but for now, she'' drown herself in cheap whiskey and watch over him. It was a combination of things, a shoot out that w
For the Love of JokerFor the Love of Joker2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A/N- The 400(ish) words long piece of literature in between these symbols: -*- is written in third person, omniscient, while the rest of the story is written in first person that bounces around between the main cast. This is here just to make sure you don’t get confused!
A pair of green eyes scanned the pictures in a therapist directory, flipping through page after page, staring at picture after picture- waiting to detect the perfect subject.
When suddenly the man stopped, and stabbed his finger in the middle of a page towards the end of the book.
“I want her!” He commanded at the other man in the room.
“I'm sorry, but she only handles patient paperwork and those sorts of things. She doesn't deal with high-class criminals, like yourself.” The opposite man quipped in a monotonic, English, accent.
“I don't care. I won't talk to anyone but her.”
“Why her?” The English man scratched at his chin.
“Don't psycho-analyze me,
Wally and Artemis: In Love and Other Things 3The sun shone bright through the white curtains and washed over the three figures in the to small bed. The smallest figure was of a girl about four the one to her right was a man with fire red hair and bright emrald eyes currantly losed in a deep sleep. The figure to her left was a woman with blonde hair and stern blue eyes, which are slowly opening to the light shining in.Wally and Artemis: In Love and Other Things 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes fully and gazed deelpy at the girl and smiled lightly. Today she and Wally were going to show Lian what it's like having fun.
She reached over the small girl and lightly shook the red-head. He turned, still half asleep, and fell right off the bed with a 'thump' and a groan.
Artemis held back her laugh and woke the little girl.
"Mmhhm?" Lian goaned as her brown eyes opened slowly.
"Morning." Artemis said softly.
"Morning." Lian said back with the ame amount of quiet."Were's your boyfriend?"
Artemis laughed a little. "Still on the floor I think." SHe said and Lian gave her a confused look, but look
Wally and Artemis: AfterIn one quick movement Wally leaned forward and kissed her on the nose. Artemis's eyes narrowed as she glared at him, slightly surprised behind her mask of anger.Wally and Artemis: After3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You're lucky green is my favorite color," she said, her anger softening into annoyance as she looked into his deep green eyes, "Cause otherwise you'd be in a lot of pain right now."
He grinned at her with his usual childlike smile. Then an ominous shadow seemed to stir behind his eyes.
" I'm just glad you're okay " he muttered, his expression becoming serious as he looked up at her through his eyelashes. Artemis's pre-made retort caught in her throat as she absorbed the look on his face. The way his gaze seemed to be looking into her, instead of past her, was so out of character for Wally that it took her a few moments to pull her thoughts back together.
"It was just a simulation Wally, it wasn't real. I was never in any danger "
Minus the comma she added in her head. He continued to stare at her with th
Tears and Teddy BearsHbaT 2Tears and Teddy Bears2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wally waited for Artemis to wake up. The doctors even set up a bed for him beside her. But whatever anyone did he wouldn't take his eyes off her until she woke up. He couldn't if he wanted to. All he saw were the machines hooked up to her and the bloody bandage around her midsection.
The worst part was, he blamed himself. He thought he should've seen Sportsmaster about to strike and at least take the spear for her. Hell, as soon as he saw her hanging upside down he should've jumped into action. Not even caring if Aqualad gave an order to help. He just should've been there to help.
Hours must have passed before anything remotely interesting happened. Occasionally Rob would bring him food and chat with him for a while. Then he would leave again and show up again later. What really peaked his interest was when Zatanna walked in. Wally thought she was off in her room or doing something with the rest of the Team. In all truth she's been staying in the hallway the entire time, Robin a
Kind WordsA HARLEY QUINN/JOKER FANFICTIONKind Words2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on. You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong. I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, dooowwwwnnnn! Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love. We can dance until we die, you and I, will be young forever!"
Joker looked up from a newspaper he had spread over the lap of his dirty purple suit and looked at the closed bathroom door where, behind the rotted wood, Harley was showering and singing an annoying pop song about love at the top of her lungs. "That girl couldn't carry a tune with a bucket," he muttered as he looked back down to the paper. He circled the obituary of a death he had caused, a smile spreading on his dry, scabby lips.
" You brought me to life, now every February, you'll be my valentine valentine! Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets just love. We can dance until we die, you and I will be young fore
[Kaldur/Roy] Overflow"Did you ever think of writing a diary?"[Kaldur/Roy] Overflow2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
M'gann was floating just above her bed with a slight glimmer in her eyes, the one that somehow always appeared whenever it was her turn to reveal any of the knowledge she had learnt about the many Earth customs, and one that reminded Kaldur of whenever she successfully prepared a meal without burning any of its courses.
The Atlantean raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "A diary?" he asked uncertainly. He had heard of the term before, yet he was quite perplexed about its true purpose and furthermore, its possible role of aid in this particular case.
The reason Kaldur sought help with the one person he thought had the most experience with the way minds work, was the fact that it had been nearly two weeks since he first found Roy's apartment abandoned in rush; without a trace or any attempts of communication up until now, leaving his mind to wander around aimlessly for explanation. Too aimlessly for a team leader.
The archer's sudden disappearances si
Love Me Please chapter 2PainLove Me Please chapter 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice
A/N: hello all! I'm here for another chapter which I'm eager. This dark stuff just flows for me.
Chapter two: In Arms and Pleading Looks
Dick's eyes opened slowly and the scent of Roy's cologne. Dick is thankful that Bruce has finally given him some leniency for spending nights away from the manor. He is slightly more comfortable that it was another hero, though he was always surprised it was never kid flash.
Dick doesn't want to move from his place in the archer's arms which are laced all the way around him, holding him close to Roy's chest. It occurs to Dick he'll have to leave for the mountain soon, but he doesn't want too. Mount Justice use to be one of the highlights of his life. But now Wally ignores and M'gann and Conner are always together.
The boy buries himself in Roy's chest and grips at his wife beater. Roy stirs and looks down at the little mop of black hair.
"You up little bird," Roy asks kissing the top of Dick's head.
What you need to know about young justiceSo, many people have asked me for an explanation about what's going on, so here is the ultimate catch up for the new episode starting.What you need to know about young justice2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Season 2: Invasion is set 5 Years after the first season.
Dick Grayson is now Nightwing and the leader of the team, which is now independent of the Justice league and runs their own missions. We know he dated Zatana and broke up with her in the last 5 years.
Aqualad, the old team leader, now works with his father, Black Manta, under the pretense of hating Aquaman for not telling him about his parentage and Tula joining the team and then dying at some point. However he's a double agent that only Nightwing, Artemis, and Wally know about.
Artemis and Wally have left the team and are trying out civilian life. Even though they both miss it and dawn the costumes when needed, they really do want to leave that life. They share an apartment together.
Miss Martian and Superboy are the only original members, besides Nightwing, who are still on the team. However th
Ring-PopArtemis trudged into the apartment she shared with Wally. It’s been months since she’s seen it, but as the saying goes, there’s no place like home. With the Invasion over she was finally able to return to the apartment. But unfortunately the one reason she went straight there, wasn’t there. Wally was still in his last class of the day for another forty-five minutes.Ring-Pop2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Deciding to make the most of the time, Artemis started cleaning up a bit. The pizza boxes hidden under the couch with assorted other food packaging didn’t come as much of a surprise. Considering Wally’s cleaning skills and how much he eats, it makes perfect sense.
Once the cleaning was done there was still another twenty minutes left until the ginger arrived home.
With that in mind she went off to the bathroom to take a shower. There were still a number of unidentified bits of sea-junk on the Tigress uniform she hadn’t bothered to take off before rushing over to the apartment. Hones