12: Work- the terrible thrill.12: Work- the terrible thrill.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
V worked almost every night to earn as much money as she could before the start of the school year. But that wasn`t enough anyway. She knew she have to earn more or leave her comfy, big house and move into something smaller and less pretty. Couple months ago working would be something unimaginable, the same as considering joining one of the worst, most scary gangs of Gotham. She knew that was one of her stupidest ideas. Stupider than all her school pranks like adding great amount of chalk to soup at the school canteen or mutating bacteria at school lab to create army of "fancy germs". That`s how she called them. Duh
She stood on her feet pretty quickly after what happened. I`m not sure if any of the people I know would. Death of a member of a family who was with us for our whole life is always a tremendous experience but V handled it very well. She found a job just a week after her dads funeral. She didn`t work in a safe place. Not at all, but it was a well paid job and it allowe
My Little Harlequinn...My Little Harlequinn...My Little Harlequinn...3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Most of you,
My beautiful little Harley.
Many of you,
The lust she brings to you.
Most of you,
How much I have hit her.
What most of you,
Proabably do not know,
Is how I care for her.
Most of you,
Must not know,
Just how I feel for her.
Most of you,
Do not know,
Just how she much she means to me.
For all of you,
Who do not know,
Just what my Harley's worth,
Here's a nice idea of,
Just what I'd do to you,
If you so much as look at her,
When lust is in your eye.
I'd spill your guts and drag your soul,
Down to the pits of hell,
I'll grind your bones, and bake your heart,
All while you're still alive.
Because, you see,
My Harley means,
More than all the world's lives.
And if you try,
To fuck with her,
Here's a little gift from me,
You'll never live,
Beyond that day,
For I will be,
Right there, you see,
With a handshake and a molotov.
My Harley, you see,
Is the only one,
For whom I care at all.
Agent of Chaos: A Joker Story Click. Click. Click. Click.Agent of Chaos: A Joker Story7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The rhythmic pattern of my wedged high heels was the first thing to enter my ears, but it was the last thing on my mind. This job, everyone had warned me not to take it. Warned me not to even consider. And when I told them I had, they said their goodbyes as if they wouldnt see me again. It was just a job. Im a shrink. Thats what I do. I deal with those who are mentally tormented, abused, and even deranged. But thats all they are. Crazies, loons, people whose mind wheels dont click the way they should. But most of them are harmless. So when I got the call from Commissioner Gordon, I figured, hey, whats the worst it could be? But my out of control imagination is starting to run hog wild on me as the filth of Arkham howl at me from behind their reinforced Plexiglas cells.
Joker's Journal 6#36Joker's Journal 62 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I haven’t heard anyone call me by my real name in a long time. The flash of fear and confusion at hearing it yelled out across the entire shelter was quickly replaced by the recognition of her voice, and the comfort that she was the only one left who knew me by that name. I sent Mouse to find and bring back Harley, sending my pocket watch with her as proof of my presence.
Mouse is my mouse. Well, she’s a kid. But she’s my mouse. I found her around here recently after I’d escaped the cops’ surprise ambush. I walked in the shelter, buried under some foul scraps of clothes, and noticed her following me at a distance. Once I’d settled down and obtained a spot in the corner of the top floor, she settled in right beside me without a word.
I tried to scare her off by revealing my unmistakable attire and face paint, but her pants remained dry. She doesn’t know who the hell I am. She’s never seen me before. Has absolutely no clue who I am! The
Christmas gift (Joker x reader)Christmas gift (Joker x reader)1 year ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You tangled your hands in his green hair while he busied himself in his evils plans. You stroke his head he purred under your sweet touch.
“Have you figured out a way to get the bat?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your cheek against his own white one.
“I got an idea we’re going to make a circus.” He laughed maniacally. “And Batsy is going to be our guest.” You laughed at him before pressing a kiss to his neck. You loved when he got excited like this, well you loved him anyway.
“Good luck and try not to get captured again.” You walked forward the door but his gloved hand caught your hand before you got too far.
“Hehehe, don’t leave yet doll. You still have yet to get your Christmas gift.” His smile widened and he wrapped his long arms around your small waist.
“My Christmas gift? I didn’t think I would get one.” You raised a brow but couldn’t hide the amused smile pla
Lilith My QueenLilith My Queen:Lilith My Queen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In darkness she called me
My life she did bind.
Lilith my Queen;
My soul was consigned...
By blood we were sealed
By hatred defined!
We killed in her name
For this angel of mine.
Her wings were the darkest
They bore chains of steel.
Through darkness my wounds
And my scars she did heal.
In nightmares she whispered
They broke me in time.
She tore out my heart
And ripped out my mind.
All through the black winter
This one frosted night
The heavens did weep
For the death of the light...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th March 2012
Joker poem thingYou say BatmanJoker poem thing7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I say Joker
You say peace
I say chaos
You choose fists
I choose knife
You say love
I say hate
You say paper
I say pencil
You say life
I say death
You say I'm crazy
I ask why so serious?
You demand I stop this
I say you should smile more
You are the good guy
I am the villain
You are the Batman
I am the Joker
You're as good as dead
I'm the one that will be left standing at the very end.
Chris Nolan on Heath Ledger - Charisma as Natural as Gravity - By Christopher Nolan -Chris Nolan on Heath Ledger2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One night, as I’m standing on LaSalle Street in Chicago, trying to line up a shot for “The Dark Knight,” a production assistant skateboards into my line of sight. Silently, I curse the moment that Heath first skated onto our set in full character makeup. I’d fretted about the reaction of Batman fans to a skateboarding Joker, but the actual result was a proliferation of skateboards among the younger crew members. If you’d asked those kids why they had chosen to bring their boards to work, they would have answered honestly that they didn’t know. That’s real charisma—as invisible and natural as gravity. That’s what Heath had.
Heath was bursting with creativity. It was in his every gesture. He once told me that he liked to wait between jobs until he was creatively hungry. Until he needed it again. He brought that attitude to our set every day. The
I Am FlawedFrom body to soul and in between,I Am Flawed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They blotch the parchment that is me;
I know of worse flaws I have seen,
I am flawed.
I sometimes lose my temper,
Use my mouth before my mind;
I ponder things I could do better,
And regret them for a time.
I can be harsh, I can be blunt,
I tend to hide my thoughts;
But this is far from what I want:
To be in someone's heart.
Comparisons are hard to make
Since we are all unique.
But half the time my words are fake;
The real me is a freak.
These flaws define me, describe me—
They make me what I am.
In that light, I'm proud to say that
Injustice: Gods Among Us ReviewInjustice: Gods Among Us Review2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Ever since I got into DC Comics as much as I am now, I've been thinking to myself: Man... what if they made a fighting game with nothing but established DC Comics characters in it fighting each other, and if the game worked and was fantastic? What if the levels where interactive and made you feel like you took a part in events right out from the comics in a cinematic way? What if all the characters where free to work the way they are supposed to, without any limits or worry about balancing it out and just make sure it still does work and somehow is balanced? I know it will never happen, but... I can dream. I mean, man... what if the game even had Doomsday and Deathstroke in it?
Kept on and on and on thinking about this to myself. Because that's what I do - I envision perfect things to arrive and exist. People tell me those thing will never happen, but it actually is one of the few things I always keep myself optimistic about. And unlike most people, I do not take it fo
Heroes: Ray of HopeHeroes: Ray of Hope3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The war had ended in the night as quickly as it had begun. The city raged below, the people pulling together in their time of crisis, working to put back their broken city. Their homes. Their lives.
Two watchful figures stood on an overlooking hillside outside the city, their eyes shining in the glow of the fires below. A man and a boy. Silent. Their long capes swayed with the wind, though they were unmoved.
"It's strange to see them working together like that. Usually they're clawing each others throats," the boy said, breaking the lull.
He saw the man move, but only slightly. The darkness gave their emotions cover. "There will come a day when the world no longer needs heroes like you and me. Humanity will find that it's able to stand on its own, without out help," the man said to the younger as they watched over the work they had set in motion continuing in the city below.
"Maybe," the boy said quietly. He wanted to believe his mentor, but he had seen too much evil to thin
Jokers PoemBats rip at my soul,Jokers Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind loses control,
Smiles fill my mind,
Scars make me confined.
My painted face masks my pain,
My greenish hair hides all my shame.
For now my life is full of death,
I long to hear each and every last breath.
I wait for the Batman to appear,
And make me smile from ear to ear,
And as my scars form a Chelsea grin,
He makes me feel like the greatest sin.
The dark knight is my only goal,
Because he knows the rip in my soul,
He always makes me lose control,
‘Cuz our love will never get old.
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
For the Love of Joker 9For the Love of Joker 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When I reached Selina's apartment with my things, I parked my car in the alleyway; knowing full well that it was illegal, but not caring one bit.
I climbed up the stairwell to the top floor and dropped my suitcase in front of the last door on the right side of the hallway, and rapped three times on the door. Despite the early hour I heard the familiar squeak of the floorboards as Selina came to inspect the peephole. I heard a small intake of breath and a the click of the door unlocking.
When the door swung open I saw Selina... with a drastic haircut.
Disregarding the sudden lack of hair atop Selina's head, I rushed myself into her arms and began to cry... not trying so desperately to hold it all together, as I had earlier.
Whilst in her arms I kicked off my heels into her apartment, quickly resolving to change into my pair of white Chuck Taylor's as soon as possible.
We were still standing in her doorway, and I was still sobbing into her shoulder. At this time I couldn't
One Little Flower - Prt 1"What's the harm in one little flower?"One Little Flower - Prt 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The charming voice still rang in her head. How could she have been so blind? Completely unaware of the hidden lust laced in between each word he said. Looking back it had been so obvious. Yet he had lulled her into a false sense of security so fast, she barely had time to comprehend anything. What's the harm in one little flower? She was facing it right now.
The night air was considerably colder than it had been that morning or that whole day really. A young woman, perhaps the oldest of twenty, clutched the light black coat to her body. It was a futile attempt to keep herself warm. Needless to say, it didn't help much. She took long strides, wandering down the unusually empty main streets. She had considered taking the back streets, it would save her time. The less she was in this cold air, the better.
As she glanced down an upcoming alley way, she bit her lip. This young female had always been rather paranoid. People had poked fun of her, sayi
You're mine now part 12You’re mine nowYou're mine now part 122 years ago in Horror More Like This
“ouch, fuck” you curse to yourself as you try to clean your new wounds, you started to hear the voice again “god, you’re an idiot I swear if I-” the voice trailed off as you stared at the small heart carved into your chest.You smiled “Killing someone so submissive like you would be a waste, I think it would be more fun if i let you live” his voice echoed in your head.You look back down at your wounds “worth it” you mumble to yourself before wrapping some bandages around them.You walked out of the bathroom and sat next to Jeff on the couch.He pulled you by your waist closer to him his fingernails tracing and digging into your sensitive flesh.You sat there in silence, you figured it would be best to only speak when spoken to.It wasnt long till you heard somthing coming from outside, leaves crunching and what sounded like people talking.Jeff walked over to the window and looked outside “
smexy vs reader part 5smexy vs reader part 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'NONONONO WAKE UP. DONT LET HIM WIN!' You scolded yourself for letting that happen. Your eyes shot open and you could feel the pain rushing to your side. You put your hand on it and look at your hand. It was red. You were bleeding. You start to panic. Looking around you saw a cloth and picked it up. You pull your shirt up to 5th from last rib and slowly wrap the cloth around you." Trying to seduct me. Well its working. Just pull your shirt up more." He said lenning on the door frame. " Go way. Im trying to fix my wound, fag." You said tieing the cloth. He takes a step towards you. You are suddenly face to face well no face with him." Put me down!" You yelled with a growl. He kissed you and put you on the bed. You felt the heat flooding to your face. "Killer" he yelled as he pinned you down to the bed. Not amused you snap at him. When the door opens he turns to Emit. You took this opitunity to chop on him. CHOP! You bit down on his hand and he let you go. You ran to Emit." What are doin
For the Love of Joker 3For the Love of Joker 33 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.
Blue Rose (LokixOC)Blue Rose (LokixOC)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Alright class, the project is due next time I see you." With that, Suzanne's Pacific Theater history class was dismissed. She grumbled a bit as she collected her books. She sighed not wanting her friend to see her like this, so she put on a brave face so that she could see him. Gabriel was the only person to make her day worthwhile. She still had no clue that he was really Loki using an alias. She slung her shoulder bag onto her right shoulder and headed out the classroom, thankful that that was the last class of the day.
As she continued to cross campus she saw her classmate from her Mythology class. "Suzanne! I have a question for you about Hercules." The woman that called out to her jogged over to her away from the person she was speaking to. Suzanne didn't recognize him and figured that was the guy she was always going on about.
"Hey Natasha, what is it?" She asked really trying to keep her mood in check. The red headed assassin looked at her a bit perplexed. She could tell someth
Riddler “I’d like to see Jervis Tetch.”Riddler1 year ago in Humor More Like This
“Really? That one’s been very popular lately. He’s in cell block 2, cell #112644.” The secretary answered filing her long pink nails.
Edward nodded his thanks and pushed onward. He reached the cell she had told him, to find it empty.
“Cell number 112644.” Edward sighed. “That senseless woman told me the wrong number.”
It’s common knowledge that most, given the circumstances, seem to be very close to the thing they try to remember. People with poor memory or, in her case, poor brain capacity, may actually miss only one little thing. In this case a number.
Given that cell block two only goes from 112000 to 113000. I can deduct those numbers pretty easily. Sure, I can walk up and down the block but that could take a while.
Down the Rabbit's Hole pt2'Will you, Won't you... Will you, Won't you.. Won't you join the dance?'Down the Rabbit's Hole pt23 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Jervis sat in Group Therapy, Daydreaming again. Nothing new, Nothing Old.
'You Couldn't, Wouldn't... Couldn't, Wouldn't... Wouldn't join the dance.'
Harley Sat next to Her Joker, Holding his arms Contently. She was Also Beside Jervis. Jervis Was next to Crane, On the other side of Crane was Ivy, Beside Ivy was Edward Nygma, Or the Riddler, He preferred either or, and beside him was Two Face, Then there was Their Therapist.
Dr. Young, Who helped Connect the Circle.
Jervis let his mind wonder in circles, He Remembered fond memory's and thought of his Wonderland, He remembered how His Old Therapist try to corrupt his World, Giving him horrible envisions of his beautiful Alice, Her Lovely Blonde Hair was covered in Blood, Her Skin was Pale and her eyes were wide in horror. Told him to get out of his fantasy. Then He thought of Jonathan. And Let his Mind warp into another epidemic of thoughts, Listing to his voice, his