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...2 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.
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
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
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'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
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.
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
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
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
Joker's Journal 4#26Joker's Journal 42 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bruce's bodyguards really beat her up. The bruises appeared today. Looks like something I did. It pisses me off.
She's still ashamed of failing or whatever. No matter how many times I tell her it was no big deal, she still cries. It annoys the hell out of me.
So now I'm in a bad mood. My girl is sore and practically crippled, I have to hear her blubbering apologies every minute, and these damned geckos won't stop dropping feces in my sock drawer. They must be executed immediately. Every single one of the bastards.
I cleared out the bedroom on my own, eventually tying Harley to the bed after getting irritated at her many feeble attempts to help. I ordered her to rest and then I worked on the rest of the joint, asking the henchmen helpers not to blow too many holes in the wall. Most of the holes ended up being blown by me.
No more geckos. Peace at last.
Harley's had her one day of rest. She didn't take full advantage of it, but thats her own fault. Now she's back to h
For the Love of Joker 9For the Love of Joker 92 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
The Joker's PsycheThe Joker's Psyche7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Wikipedia: The psychopath is defined by a continual seeking of psychological gratification in criminal, sexual, or aggressive impulses and the inability to learn from past mistakes. Many psychologists believe that psychopathy falls on a spectrum of pathological narcissism, ranging from narcissistic personality disorder on the low end, malignant narcissism in the middle, and psychopathy on the high end. An almost all-pervasive misconception is that psychopaths are doomed to a life of violence and crime. It is possible for psychopaths to become successful in many lines of work. Psychopathy is frequently mistaken with other similar personality disorders, such as dissocial personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, and schizoid personality disorder (as well as others).
Insanity is no longer considered a medical diagnosis but is a legal term in the United States, stemming from its original use in common law. The disorders formerly encompassed by the term cover
Shot - Part 4Bruce Wayne burst into the Batcave. Alfred turned around from the computer. "You're incredibly late, sir."Shot - Part 44 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I know, Alfred! I couldn't get away from the crowd up there until now!" Bruce grabbed his Batman suit and changed into it behind a wall. He was in the middle of a party upstairs in his newly built mansion for Lucius Fox's birthday party.
Alfred pressed a few buttons on the massive computer and Batman's motorcycle rose up from a compartment in the ground. "The police lost track of Joker an hour ago sir. I really don't think he left a trail for you this time."
Bruce tugged down his mask and slid his finger up into it to press a button that secured it to his neck piece. "I'll find him, whether he wants me to or not."
The hospital was bustling with nurses and patients, even though it was a calm and peaceful night. George sat patiently in the waiting room chair, waiting for the nurse to come back with news on Miss Quinn. They had wheeled her away thirty minutes ago, and time was ticki
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
LoveLove is a cold caress in the night,Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where the sorrow sleep close to me
Love is an embrace full of lies,
with his arms full of pain.
Love is the gallows of my life
and my scream is a whisper in the dark.
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
Remembrances from the darkA flight of ravens obscures the sky,Remembrances from the dark4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a kiss in a grave from the past,
madness creeps into the night
and the passion freezes the bones.
Remembrances from the dark,
here nobody can understand,
here the future was the night
and the past was just so child.
Helpless heart in the hands,
a black rose for the fate,
when the solitude walks through the night
and the sky hides the stars.
What Have I Done? p2The rest was just a blur; Wade hardly remembered what had happened after that mess. All he could register at the moment was slow motion. His life literally felt like it was in slow motion. Maybe it was. But he could see in front of him rushing paramedics and nurses and Steve and Tony Stark leaning over the stretcher that held their dying son and Black Widow and Hawkeye and Black Panther and Thor all trailing after them, looking panicked and just everything. Wade merely followed, still in his Deadpool costume except with his cowl down. Everything was going wrong. Things weren't supposed to end like this. Everything was fine and perfect before all of this had happenedWhat Have I Done? p23 years ago in Romance More Like This
x x x
"I'll see you later, Wade!" Peter had called to him hours earlier.
"Where are you going?" Wade had complained, not wanting his dear boyfriend to leave his sight as he leaned back on the couch, watching the teenager grab his cell phone from the coffee table and head for the door.
OLD 101 Ways to Annoy ArmandOLD 101 Ways to Annoy Armand3 years ago in Humor More Like This
101 Ways to annoy Armand
by dreamsareforever and friends
1. Say that Alex called, he says he was the original angst teen. (Clockwork Orange)
2. Say that Marius hates him.
3. When he tries to make fun of you say, " Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me!" ( Watch out if he goes out to do just that.)
4. Take away both versions of Blade Runner from him and replace it with Twilight.
5. Try to act as though you're the boss of him.
6. Act as though he's only 3 and not 500 and something.
7. Make him watch Barney.
8. Make him watch anything on "Sprout, Disney Playhouse and Nick Jr."
9. Say that Lestat is the best thing in the world.
10. Capture Louis, ( and keep untill he'll do some hulla dancing.)
11. Act as though Armand is a cute little puppy dog that WON'T bite.
12. Give his room a makeover. ( Girlstyle)
13. Give HIM a makeover.
14. Lock him up in a room with Pee Wee Herman.
15. Lock him up in a room with Richard Simmons or Rosie O'Donnell.
16. Go on a vacation w
Coffins and stethoscopes pt.1Sherlock curled up on the sofa, his stomach ached from hunger. His body screamed to him that he needed to feed, yet he denied himself the satisfaction. Sherlock didn't think himself a monster nor did he hate himself like so many of his kind did, but rather he knew what his only food choice was. He gulped as he pictured John's perfectly tan neck; John's heart would race as Sherlock delicately leaned closer. John would give in as Sherlock's teeth would sink into his skin, the aphrodisiac in his saliva would guarantee that He shuddered as he silently scolded himself. John was his friendCoffins and stethoscopes pt.13 years ago in Romance More Like This
John whistled as he walked down the sidewalk. He had never felt so energized before and instead of taking a cab he decided to walk home from work. He smiled as he thought of kissing Sherlock. Just to surprise him he told himself. He was feeling kind of outgoing and he didn't care what Sherlock would do or what he would say later on, though he figured he would regret it later.
Sherlock sighed de