Batfic: Riddle me this ProfessorBatfic: Riddle me this Professor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Riddle me this Professor.
Riddler x Scarecrow
Jonathan Crane hadn't cared for much over his lifetime but he had always loved the subject of psychology. He adored everything about it, dissecting a man's mind without so much as a scalpel, poring over the volumes of bizarre behavior of hundreds upon hundreds of case studies, observing every little social choice and interaction as a road map to past horrors and future doubts. To think his career was dedicated to the most magnificent innovation in human history. He was paid to analyze it, expand its applications and teach others with the results. Oh he enjoyed the teaching, never had there been a time he was not only allowed but encourage to talk about his favorite subject in as much detail as he could manage.
It was the students he hated.
By god, he hated them. He hated the the ones who coasted by in the back rows, barely doing enough work to keep their athletic scholarships. He hated the ones up front who pandered to him,
Notches: TheatricsNotchesNotches: Theatrics4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Recognized. Kid Flash..."
Artemis tuned out the rest of that annoying prompt's greeting. She groaned at the fact that, from all the people to join her today, it had to be the most annoying kid on the planet, who just so happened to hate her with a passion. She at least hoped that they'd be able to avoid each other this time.
Artemis chuckled mirthlessly. Fat chance of that, she had to pick the kitchen to spread her math homework out, and study there. Like the sun rising, it was common knowledge that Wally always veered off to the kitchen the minute he entered the cave, and she was sure today was no exception.
The archer smirked as, sure enough, there was the unmistakable sound of someone approaching at a fast pace.
"You ever hear of a library?" Wally scoffed as he braked to a stop in front of the fridge, and noticed who was currently invading the kitchen space with papers.
Without looking up from her work, Artemis bit back, "You ever heard of minding yo
BoundBound4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the vile taste of rancid leftovers that finally chased the last vestiges of unconsciousness from him mind. Thirteen year old Robin forced his eyes open and regretted it instantly when the all-too-familiar, pulsating pounding threatened to split his skull. 'Damn it, why am I the one who always ends up getting chloroformed," he complained internally, attempting to massage the headache that was centralized behind his temples. Except his hands wouldn't move; that was when he realized how he was laying.
On his side, with his hands unable to be moved from behind him.
It was always disconcerting, being kidnapped when he was Dick Grayson. If he had been Robin he could have fought back, but as the adopted son of billionaire Bruce Wayne he knows only the rudimentary basics of self defense; easily overpowered by someone determined enough. Especially if his abductor was armed with chloroform soaked rags and rendered him unconscious. Which left him helpless to whatever means of containment w
Everything I Needed To KnowEverything I Needed To KnowEverything I Needed To Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said nothing, which says everything.
Peeta x ReaderPeeta Mellark moved through the streets of District 13. Few people were outside; the temperature was below freezing and snowflakes drifted lazily, threatening a blizzard within the next few hours.Peeta x Reader4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He reached the door of a small house on the edge of the district and the snow began to fall heavily. Peeta hoped he would make it back home before the blizzard kicked in. He knocked on the door, shifting the package he was carrying to his other hand.
You answer the door and look out at a boy wrapped in a thick scarf, a lopsided knit hat pushed down over his ears. His coat, threadbare and nearly see-through in places, didn't seem to be protecting him much from the cold.
"My father sent me to deliver your bread," Peeta said in a soft voice, looking up at you. His nose was red from the cold and his lips were beginning to turn blue.
"Well you shouldn't keep standing outside in this miserable weather," you said, offering him a smile. You feel bad that he has come all of this way just to bring you
Harley Quinn's DemiseSo this is what it's come to: darkness, isolation, light.Harley Quinn's Demise4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Darkness isolation, light. I could've had it all.
I DID have it all. Call me crazy? I'll SHOW you crazy, I'll SHOW you! Hahaha!
Now, every time I laugh, HIS is the one that echoes in my ears. It's HIS!
The one I love, I LOVE him. He made me this way, he made me...
He's coming back for me, he'll be back, I know it! The one I risked everything for.
My job, my heart, my life, but most of all, my SANITY!
Hahaha, sanity, what IS sanity anyway? Are any of us really sane at all anymore?
Are we REALLY? Do only some of us lose our minds? Fall off the deep end, lose our heads, quit playing with a full deck, WHATEVER! Hahaha...deck...cards...him, WHERE?
Where is the man that took all of what I am and CHANGED it?
Half monster, half of what I used to be, something completely different all together...what AM I? Ah! Who am I kidding anyway? They've probably got HIM too.
Locked away in this cheap, white washed hotel they call Arkham.
Eh, kind o
ReflectionsReflections3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I look in the mirror reflection,
I hope my true self avoids detection.
I am not who they believe,
I find freedom when they leave.
I see myself with this refinement,
It's all traditional confinement.
Who is she?
That beauty staring at me.
Not who I was meant to be.
This personality and this face,
My family's disgrace.
Honor and poise,
Someone save me from this choice.
I hide behind this façade,
It's a delicate charade.
I see myself as a warrior,
Everyone around sees me as inferior.
Why can't I let my true self shine?
Why must I let this cage confine?
Behind this face I fade.
Who is that girl I see,
Staring straight back at me?
Turned to obscurity.
This sad shallow reflection.
Missing You America X reader (Part 1)Missing You America X reader (Part 1)4 months ago in Romance More Like This
“Hahaha! Suck it! I win again!” Your best friend Alfred laughs at you as he moves his game piece along the board.
You smile and roll the dice onto the board “No no no not quite yet!” you look at your dice with a proud smile on your face. Six plus six you rolled a 12. Winning the game “Oh my friend I think it’s you who needs to suck it! Cuz I won this time loser!!!”
America looks up at you with disbelief “no way!” He complains pointing at the dice “that’s the third time in a row!! You rigged the dice!!!” America looks up at you crawling over to your side of the board.
You let out a giggle and looked at your best friend and longtime crush “Alfred we’re using the same dice!”
“So! You’re cheating I know it!!” He gets even closer.
“Alfred I did'n-”
The American is now looming over you "Cheaters get punished!!!" he pounced tackling you onto the soft carpet. Alfred st