Of Duality and FearCrane was never one to indulge in vices, especially those that affected his brain chemistry—he much preferred to explore the mind than to numb it—but on occasion he would allow Gotham City's former DA to drag him to a hole-in-the-wall bar for a drink. He found the seedy atmosphere distasteful and the clientele vulgar, but more often than not these little ventures resulted in transactions that involved the fattening of his wallet and an expanding list of useful connections. And so he tolerated the smoky stench and spitting profanities—but not for a second longer than necessary.Of Duality and Fear2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He wasn't exactly sure why Two-Face desired his companionship, although he suspected that what little remained of Harvey's humanity became lonely at times. Every one of their meetings entailed a different performance from Dent, from the amount of drinks he'd have to the number of cigars he'd smoke to the hair color of the women that would inevitably adorn each arm. The only constant in Dent's li
ChemistryJonathan Crane clenched his jaw as a thick, serpentine vine slithered across the back of his hand. Its leaves rustled against his skin, leaving behind a scratching sensation that he found both unpleasant and repulsive, and he suppressed a shudder of disgust as he swatted the vine away. It recoiled from him as if it were stung by the action, and Crane could feel Poison Ivy's eyes boring into him from across the laboratory.Chemistry2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Don't you dare hurt my babies, Jonathan," she warned. "I'll only play nice if you do."
"I beg your pardon, Miss Isley," Crane replied through gritted teeth, "but I would hardly consider your vegetation contaminating my work area to be playing nice."
The offending vine encircled itself around Ivy's green wrist, traveling up her arm with fluid grace before settling across her shoulders. Cradling its head in her hand, Crane watched with morbid fascination as Ivy leaned down and planted a gentle, motherly kiss onto the stem; the vine seemed to flouri
I am nothingI am nothing,I am nothing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cold callous heart,
Beating in your camber.
Punishing for your own faults,
The pain left behind from your anger.
The scars left upon the flesh for many to see,
The memories that last for eternity.
As you lay in you abandoned hope,
Disposing of your own so carelessly.
Existence shall be stamped out,
You have won.
A stabbing pain,
A hole in my heart.
My time has come,
I shed my last tear,
Exhale last life breath.
You have had me for the last time,
Falling into my grave of exile.
Jingle Bells Batman SmellsJingle Bells Batman SmellsJingle Bells Batman Smells4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dashing through the streets
In search of rubber-duck
All the stores sold out
And Flash is out of luck
The last one in the world
Gets mangled in a fight
Crashed into tiny pieces
By the Ultra-Humanite.
Jingle bells, Wally fails
Ducky goes bye bye
Big bad monkey kills the Ducky
And makes the orphans cry
Jingle bells, back to jail
No more breaking toys
Guess they'd settle for Nutcracker
Instead of poopy noise.
Christmas with the Kents
In their lovely Smallville farm
Super-mom and dad
Await with open arms
The boy scout's full of cheer
But J'onn's all doom and gloom
They hole him up in Kara's happy
Pukey girly room.
Jingle bells, Jingle bells
What a tragic day
Oh how wonderful is sulking
And scaring cats away (yay)
Jingle bells, Martian wails
Presents wrapped in lead
Next year J'onn would rather run off
And kill himself instead.
Crashing through the walls
In a dodgy alien bar
Hawkgirl's choice of fun
Disturbing and bizarre
Shayera's on the loose
Her eyes are
The Sounds of SilenceThe Sounds of Silence2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I knew you not,
yet my heart shatters for you.
It breaks for the weeping
for the cries of those
who cherished your name.
May Azrael be sent to guide you,
as yours was a soul looked up to...
Just as you now look up to your Maker,
and watch over the ones,
whom are missing from your paradise.
My hearts breaks to the sounds of silence,
that are but the moments
to which we remember you.
I remember your face,
and the smiles it brought
to other faces that knew it.
And it shall continue to do so,
but those smiles shall be accompanied
Though my eyes do not weep for you,
My heart yearns to pick up,
those who have fallen to their knees,
out of pain induced through death.
Whether my words are unheard,
Whether they are ignored
or taken for granted,
this is my prayer to the Heavens
in which you now preside.
My nature cries for such an action
in times of this sort of hardship,
when my eyes cannot!
As my God,
the Father whom you have now met,
has made me as a comforter.
I will pray for yo
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
A Robins Christmas Carol"Come on, Damian, it will be fun!" said Sam Kane. He was dressed in Victorian costume as a boy of the lower middle class, his blond hair covered with a cap, a mock crutch twirling in his hand (a trick he learned from Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing), and his blue eyes sparkled with Christmas spirit. He and Damian were looking out the window of Wayne Manor's living room at the snow. The room, and the entire mansion, had been decked out for Christmas.A Robins Christmas Carol2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Damian Wayne's blue eyes were as cold as ice. "So? I'm not going to help the poor! It's their fault they are poor!"
"No it's not! You refuse to look at the...."
"Sam, stop trying to quote your brother. And take that costume off! Who are you supposed to be, Tiny Tim?"
"Actually yes; it's my role for the Wayne Foundation Charity Christmas Faire! And I earned it the hard way; auditioning for your dad and Lucius Fox."
Arkham visit 2 free stepsArkham visit 2 free steps3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Joker- dangerous criminal free again!
City of panic! Joker escaped from Arkham!
First bank robbed! Two guards killed! Who is going to die next?
- Dad, have you seen this? In all of the newspapers they are writing about some Joker. Do you know who he is?
- No idea, no.
- He escaped from Arkham. I were there about a month ago. I thought, there is no way to escape from there. He must be a genius.
- A madman, honey.
- S-H-I-T-T-I-N-G daddy, shit-ting.
- Hey, watch your mouth, princess.
And they started laughing and tickling each other.
Every morning was very pleasant at V`s house. No stress, no rush. Also car travel and lessons were very calm and cheerful. She played poker with boys or chatted about future with girls and teachers. All marks were good. Some of them were super hyper good but even if her life was so easy she missed her Arkham visit. That place had got a charm which her life hasn`t got. She wanted to spend there some more time. Or maybe just have a short but me
See me here standing all aloneSee me here standing all alone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
See me here standing all alone
I'm torn and broken right to my bone
My branches are withered and leaves have left home
But my mind reaches high and my seeds are sown.
I live in this darkness and share what I have
It's not allot but something I gave
to you my dear viewer that sees me all torn
Just wait 24 hours and see what is born
Simple a tree can brake you apart
but reading this piece can make you love art.
The real world................ The real world................The real world................1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The real world don't care if your broke
The real world don't care if you choke
The real world will leave you to die
The real world will not tell you why
The real world is only a game
The real world wants to hurt and to maim
The real world will keep you in denial
The real world will lie with a smile
The real world has nobody's back
The real world is not real thats a fact.
Fear of OneselfFear of Oneself3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
Fear of Oneself
The door slowly opened as a familiar female figure stood at the entrance, her emerald green eyes locking onto the sleeping form of the Hulk, who continued to rest peacefully in his massive bed. Silently as possible, Shego closed the door to Hulk's room shut as she entered, resuming to walk over to Hulk's bedside as she looked down upon the sleeping form of the Green Goliath. She couldn't help but smile in amusement, for it was rare to see Hulk in such a peaceful state, and despite herself, she thought that he looked cute.
For the strangest reason, Shego couldn't sleep in her own room, because she she felt as if it were uncomfortable to her now. It was for that reason that she kept sneaking into Hulk's room every night, finding herself comforted by his presence, which never ceased to confuse her already conflicted mind and emotions regarding the Gamma Goliath. What was it about him that made her feel this wa
The Joker's PsycheThe Joker's Psyche6 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
I am the Same.I am human.I am the Same.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like you,
I breathe, I bleed,
I wish, I dream.
I have desires,
I have fears.
I wish to try,
to fix my seams.
Nothing is different,
Nothing has changed.
I'm just like you,
I can feel pain.
There are tasks,
that I wish to complete.
There are items,
that I wish to gain.
I have a heartbeat,
I have bloodflow and
I need to breathe.
Isn't that enough?
Can I get,
Someone to hold,
and someone to love?
Shades of Green: The Galactus Imperative- TeaserShades of Green: The Galactus Imperative- Teaser2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green
The Galactus Imperative
Odin leads Thor to one of his secret chambers, one that even Thor had never knew existed within the walls of Asgard. It was ancient, built during a time long before Thor or even Odin had been born. Built countless millennia ago by the mighty architect and first King of Asgard himself: Bor Burison.
Thor enters the chamber, noticing the glowing oval shaped artifact that was contained within a barrier that only Odin himself could gain access to whenever he desired. His blue eyes focused on the glowing object, watching as Odin slowly approached, grasping it with his hands before lifting it from its resting place atop the stand within the unbreachable barrier.
"Long before I was born, my father Bor found this artifact. It is older than everything. And more powerful than anythi
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.
Injustice: Gods Among Us ReviewInjustice: Gods Among Us Review1 year 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
Talking to YourselfWind drove snow over the trees with such force they seemed to step into the distance. The whiteness in the air covered everything until it was as faded as an old scent trail after a rainstorm. The snow was already deep enough to suck in a man's leg past the knee if he wasn't wearing snowshoes, but the figure trudging through it was no longer a man.Talking to Yourself2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wendigo had given up on snowshoes long ago in favor of simpler footwear. The straps challenged the clumsy fingers of his stolen human body, and he could never figure out how to move in them without tripping. He lurched onward with the tenacity of a wolverine gnawing through an inch of deer skull to get the gooey treat in the center. The pain in his stomach howled to his feet. He gave little thought to their control. His mind was focused on making the most of sensory information diminished by the storm. Sounds and smells were difficult to pinpoint. He almost felt as if the wind were a rival, come to mask the trails of prey to keep for itself.
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,
TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 3TT: ASBEA- Existence Pt 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
Starfire unfolded the blue blanket and spread it underneath a healthy tree. Its branches were filled up with so many foliage, that it was able to create the perfect shade from the sun's harsh rays. The sun wasn't hot, but it was bright and warmthe perfect weather.
She placed the basket on the right corner, near her head, and lied on the blanket. Her two arms laid folded over the other, behind her head. The alien princess closed her eyes as she enjoyed the day. Without intentions, she had drifted into a nap.
It was hot. The weather had suddenly transformed into a suffocating, humid atmosphere. There were cries and shouts all mangled together, creating unintelligible, slurred words.
Starfire squinted, but no matter how much she tried, she was always greeted by a hazy mirage of purples, reds, and oranges.
The screams continued as well as the overwhelming heat.
Soon the slurred cries became understandable to her ears. They were mixtures of both m
Pots and Kettles (Four)FOUR:Pots and Kettles (Four)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Riddle me this--"
Eddie huffed, glaring at Crane's back across the tiny room. He had to get this one out of his head. It was a good one. Luckily, he'd learned which buttons to push.
"Pleeeease?" He whined, drawing out the word. Crane sighed, not even bothering to roll over and face him.
"I've been with you your whole life. I've done nothing to you but you still hate me sometimes. Rage at me and I'll just rage back. I'll mock you, taunt you, but I always follow your lead and I'll never leave you. What am I?"
Silence from the other bunk. Eddie grinned wider. He opened his mouth but Crane cut him off.
After a moment, Crane answered. Eddie frowned.
"I worked hard on that one," he pouted.
Top 50 Batman Quotes50.I believe in Jim Gordon. I believe in Harvey Dent. I believe in Gotham City.Top 50 Batman Quotes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
49.I made a promise on the grave of my parents that I would rid this city of the evil that took their lives. By day, I am Bruce Wayne, billionaire philanthropist. At night, criminals, a cowardly and superstitious lot, call me... Batman.
48.You and I... with what we do... what's at stake... we can't fail. Others don't understand, but even if it's... impossible, we still have to succeed.
47.Your life could end here, now, and nobody would ever know. Would anyone even miss you? Tell me, what's your life worth, punk... ?
46.I've known Commissioner Jim Gordon for more years than I'd care to admit. During that time a friendship has grown that I thought was as solid as a rock. I would have trusted my life to the man.
45.You can never escape me. Bullets don't harm me. Nothing harms me. But I know pain. I know pain. Sometimes I share it. With someone like you
44.My life has been a crusade to save this city. But as Ba
Walk with me.Who wants to walk with me down this long road?Walk with me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who wants to make this journey that's so very cold?
Where hearts are dark with no room for love
Blackened their soul, twisted the raven to look like a dove.
Inner demons flooding my dreams
making the most normal thing not as it seems
Wildly dark demons penetrating my mind
searching for secrets, never for me to find.
The deepest trust given to ones I care for
turn to deceit and lies, friends no more.
The cruelest ways and words left me in sorrow
ripped out my heart like there's no tomorrow.
Feeling foolish and feeling so hurt...
as my heart no more important than a piece of dirt,
As I said, "Who wants this walk down this road with me?
Feel this pain, despair and my sorrow see?"