Because He Cares (Intimidate Mode) "Pity there's only one of you."Because He Cares (Intimidate Mode)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jonathan glanced around swiftly as he and the mobsters were surrounded by the unseen Batmen. He ducked as the gunfire started, dodging behind the van he'd driven in with and muttering "That's not him!" to himself in frustration. Really, these people were idiots. The Batman never used guns.
One of the imposters pressed a gun to Jonathan's spine and the burlap man whirled around, shoving his fist into the armored vigilante's face and spraying fear toxin everywhere. The fake Batman shrieked and fell to the ground.
All of a sudden there was the sound of stone crumbling and metal against metal, and Jonathan looked up to see the hulking black muscle car that was the Batmobile astride a pile of rubble, a few of the mobster's million-dollar rides pancaked beneath it.
Arkham Asylum Part 4Lydia tried to move, she felt herself shake and contort within her bindings. She felt light headed, but she supposed that was to be expected from what she went through. A moan escaped her throat despite how hard she fought to keep it in. Her eyes wanted to open, but she couldnt muster the strength required to open them.Arkham Asylum Part 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After a few minutes, she could make out the faint sounds of voices in the distance. She couldnt understand what they were saying, but it was a step in the right direction just to be able to make out that they were voices talking. Lydia shifted around slightly, trying to find her position on the ground, but she wasnt able to move, something was keeping her tied together. She began to move quicker, her movements jerky and unresponsive. Her eyes snapped open.
Instantly, she regretted ever opening them, light flooded into her eyes painfully. Her head pulsated with the pain of an oncoming migraine, she could feel the blood rushing to her head, filling in th
Bats and Black CatsA city like Gotham breeds a unique class of people. Studying and understanding them increases the effectiveness of manipulations of the mind.Bats and Black Cats4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Gothamites are stubborn.
There are only so many responses a population can have to living in such a crime-ridden environment. The weak flee like rats from a sinking ship. The average civilian hunches over to push through the psychological blizzard that is the stress of daily life, growing calluses of the mind that allow him or her to get out of bed every morning. The strong of body or clever of mind rise above the storm to ride its currents to personal satisfaction.
Those who remain are resilient, often prone to exaggerated beliefs of self-worth and an inability to see the errors in their ways of thinking. A perfect example of this mindset is a psychiatrist who goes by the name of Dr. Matthew Valdez, a man who has made a reputation for himself in the study of Gotham's unique phenomenon of costumed law-breakers. He was consulted for the cas
Game TimeCaptain Cold raced through Central City, freezing everyone who got in his way. The Flash could be anywhere he had to go faster. Slipping into an alley, Leonard skidded to a halt as he saw a flicker of red. Not this wayGame Time3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Turning, Cold raced the opposite direction, out into the main street and down the sidewalk. He wiped a hand across his forehead. It was the middle of July and he was beginning to regret having worn his full costume. But there was no time to stop and change now.
If the Flash caught him
Leonard ran hard for a few more minutes, skidding around buildings and trying his best to block his path with shards of ice. Not that that would do much good against a man that could vibrate through solid obstacles
But luck seemed to be on the Captain's side today. He'd been running for a good ten minutes and there was no sign of the Scarlet Speedster.
Maybe he was safe .
"GOTCHA!" a voice shouted gleefully, and Leonard looked up, just in time to see the F
RebirthRebirthRebirth3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Deviant Doctor Still at Large
Burlap-clad criminal Scarecrow, also known as Arkham Asylum psychiatrist Dr. Jonathan Crane, is still roaming the streets after the recent mass-breakout at Arkham. Gotham City Police have been working tirelessly to recover the missing inmates, with the assistance of the masked vigilante known only as Batman. Despite their efforts, Scarecrow has managed to evade capture. Police Commissioner James Gordon declined to comment when asked if there are any leads regarding the former doctor's whereabouts, but our sources tells us that the police are no closer to finding Scarecrow than they were the night he escaped.
Dr. Crane's fall from grace began when it was discovered that he was leaking a chemical compound into Gotham's water supply. This compound, known as "fear toxin", is reported to cause an overwhelming sensation of terror, in addition to hallucinations. Thousands of Gotham's citizens were subject to the toxin's effects last year
To Wonderland - Ch. 3To WonderlandTo Wonderland - Ch. 33 years ago in Humor More Like This
I do not own any of the characters. They belong to DC Comics and Lewis Carroll. "Alice in Wonderland" belongs to Lewis Carroll. This was written purely for fun.
Chapter Three: Flamingos and Hedgehogs
The blinding whiteness started to ebb away as Jonathan's eyes began to adjust to the scenery change. He blinked several times to clear his vision and he shook Jervis's hand from his wrist. "A little warning would have been nice," he grumbled to the Hatter.
"My apologies, my dearest Scarecrow," Jervis replied cheerfully from somewhere to his right. "It takes a little getting used to."
Jonathan muttered something inaudible under his breath as his vision returned. They were standing at the entrance to a huge garden. Flowers of all shapes and colors dotted the beds, the colors so bright they hurt Jonathan's eyes. Great walls of hedges stood everywher
Arkham Asylum FinaleHe stood there, the gun held in his hand, dangling just under the elbow of the other arm, his arms tucked into each other. Lydia couldnt say exactly how she knew shed find him somewhere around here, but she also couldnt say why she didnt try to avoid him either. Maybe somewhere deep down she wanted to help him, wanted to help him escape himself.Arkham Asylum Finale6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His jaw clenched tighter, the row of pearly white teeth displayed through the tattered remains of his cheek strained under the pressure, moaning low as he moved them over each other slowly. Harvey unfolded his arms as he came out of the shadows, training the gun on her body.
Did you really think wed let you just waltz out of the front door? After all, you have done to us? Used us, tested things on us? When the look of confusion passed over Lydias face, Harvey burst out laughing. What, you didnt know?
Harvey turned around and took out a folder from the shadows. The folder flew thr
But A Dream"Right this way, Miss Pleasance "But A Dream3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alice shivered a little; it was cold in Arkham Asylum. A small part in her mind hoped that Jervis had better heating in his room, or at least some nice blankets to curl up in. And then a bigger part of her hoped half-heartedly that his cell was the coldest in the asylum.
She glanced up at the guard leading her through the stony corridors. The asylum had very interesting architecturehalf of it was the original castle-like structure and half was more modern, with security cameras and electrified floors. It reminded her of a haunted house she had once been to as a child, except with much less cobwebs and mirrors. She took another look at the walls around her and smiled sadly to herself. Arkham was definitely more haunted than anything she had ever been to.
The guard stopped at the beginning of the cell block, and Alice almost ran right into him. She was so petite that she barely came to his chest. She stumbled a little and
The Finale's Prologue Ch 6The Finale's PrologueThe Finale's Prologue Ch 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I do not own Batman, Alfred Pennyworth, Jervis Tetch (aka the Mad Hatter), or any other named character here. They belong to DC Comics. Quotes and poems are from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. This was written purely for fun.
As soon as the call had been disconnected, Batman heaved a weary sigh. His exhausted eyes remained fixed on the road before him as he navigated the Batmobile back toward Wayne Manor. As if his brief interaction with the Scarecrow hadn't left him tired, the call he had just had with Police Commissioner Jim Gordon left him drained. Gordon agreed to check out the hospitals for a lead on the man Crane had gassed, although he was a little more than reluctant. He made sure to tell the vigilante he didn't like being kept out of the loop on such a big case, but Batman had tried to reassure him that he would i
Therapy, Chapter IAs the guard leads my next patient into my office I prepare myself for the inevitable mental battle. He takes his seat without being asked to, eyes casually roaming the room, refusing to look at me. "How are you today, Professor Crane?"Therapy, Chapter I4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"How would you be, forced to live out your days in this miserable excuse for a hospital? You make a mockery of me by insisting I stay here."
"I believe you deserve to be offered an opportunity for rehabilitation."
"Really? Have you invented a cure for a shitty childhood? An inoculation against bullies? Have you rounded up all the fools of the world and done away with them in the gas chambers? I have done more to improve society than you have with your ideals about 'rehabilitation.'"
I must fight to suppress a sigh of annoyance, which would only encourage him. Does he truly believe what he says, or is it simply an excuse for his antisocial behavior? Perhaps this session will be the one which will offer me an answer. "Society will always have its bullies,
Therapy Chapter IIIOn my way out the door my eyes fall on the framed picture on the mantelpiece, bringing me to a stop. Julie smiles beside me, face frozen in gentle laughter. I realize that it happened exactly one year ago, on this day.Therapy Chapter III4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The gold ring feels heavy. I cannot leave it alone, cannot rip my mind away from contemplating every nick and rough spot as I twist it over and over again on my finger. I push my sleeve back to snap the rubber band against my skin, but surely this would be a futile struggle against the distraction hovering over my mind. I pull the ring off and set it down in front of the photograph. Tomorrow I can wear it again.
After seeing a few patients I take a break to clean my office. The cleaning crew Arkham employs is a joke. Half the times they neglect to empty the wastebasket, and you can forget more complicated tasks like dusting. As I begin attacking the film settled on the top of my bookcase I hear several pairs of feet running down the hallway. Intrigued, I poke my head thr
Therapy Chapter IVIt is never completely quiet in Arkham Asylum. Between the noises made by the patients and the ancient plumbing, even the latest night is supplied with an eerie soundtrack that haunts your every step. There are still some members of staff to be seen- a bored looking guard or tired nurse, but they pay me no attention. I am simply a doctor going beyond the call of duty to pull an all-nighter. If anything, they will see me and hold me in higher esteem than before.Therapy Chapter IV4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The room holding the special "supplies" is unguarded. No one will notice if I decide to access it tonight. I must, after all, reunite Mr. Crane's hat with the rest of his costume.
Whoever organized the items apprehended from the patients did a disgraceful job of it. Mr. Tetch's peculiar little cards are easy enough to locate, but you cannot use them alone, can you? There is some kind of... headband... thing. Ah! There it is. Put the card in my pocket and the costume in my briefcase, and we mustn't attract attention with the head
Arkham Asylum Part 2Grace couldnt understand why he was still with her, he had no connection to her, he seemed to know the grounds well enough to escape, but instead of showing her the way out, he merely directed her at random times. She couldnt fathom what was keeping him with her, but was glad for the company regardless. If she were alone in this place, shed go insane.Arkham Asylum Part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harvey stopped suddenly, listening to the air around them. He had heard something she hadnt. Try as she might, Grace couldnt hear anything. Harvey cast a furtive glance back down the way they had come from. What was left of his face was etched with a mixture of pure hatred and comfort. Without pausing, he grabbed Graces arm painfully just above the elbow and led her down a darkened corridor to the right.
Confusion overtook Graces mind, she wanted to ask any number of the questions flowing into her consciousness, but she couldnt find her voice. Whatever had Harvey so worked up was scaring her
"Trust me""After what you've hidden from us, we can't trust you. You know that." Wally's voice was shaky, and he clenched his fists, knowing that he might lose control at any moment. He didn't know how to deal with this. He wanted to run away. He needed to."Trust me"3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I know you can't, but I. . ." Artemis held onto him tightly, refusing to let go. His presence was the only thing that kept her sane, if that was even the right way to describe it. If he left, her world would crumble beneath her. She couldn't bear the idea that she would never see him again, or, if she did, they would be enemies.
"So then what's the problem?" His voice was harsh; Wally was simply trying to drive her away now. He had his loyalties to think of. If he sympathized with her, if he did what his heart commanded him to do, then he would be in the same position as her, abandoned by everyone he knew. Every second tore him apart, and she was to blame. She was the one tearing his heart in two. And, although it was painful, he had to get
Therapy, Chapter II"Hi, Dr. Durante. How is the professor doing?"Therapy, Chapter II4 years ago in Drama More Like This
She hands me the coffee pot and begins scooping spoonfuls of sugar into her own cup.
"Not well, I'm afraid. I will be trying something new this afternoon, but if it doesn't work I suppose it will be back to the drawing board."
"Good luck. He can be a decent guy, if you give him a chance."
"I have yet to see that for myself, but I thank you for your vote of confidence, Harleen."
I take my cup and return to my office to let it cool while I review my notes. The knock on the door startles me, and I am surprised to realize how much time I have spent studying them. The guard lingers at the door as the patient takes his seat, but I dismiss him with a nod and a calm smile.
He slouches forward in his chair, arms crossed on his knees. His eyes drift lazily to the floor. Even after allowing him to cool down for a week, resentment still taints his features.
"I hope I find you well today, Professor Crane."
"If you are willing to cooperate,
The Evolution of Fear: Chapter TwoChapter Two: AffectionThe Evolution of Fear: Chapter Two2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Jonathan Crane carefully studied his reflection in the small, cracked compact mirror cradled in his hand. Granny Keeny considered vanity to be a sin in addition to a waste of time—"a vain man is a foolish man"—and forbade mirrors in their home; as a result, Crane had to resort to using the broken compact (found on the floor of a classroom one afternoon) when dressing every morning. As he ran thin fingers across his face, he contemplated his features; although he had caught some of his female classmates staring at him on occasion (quickly averting their eyes the second he looked in their direction) he had assumed that their gawking was merely a form of rudeness and thought nothing more of it. He had never considered that attraction was the reason for their glances—after all, he'd never been told that he was good-looking, and he had never been the recipient—nor the bearer—of any sort of romantic inclinations.
Escape - Riddler- contest entry.Edward peered his head round the door of the rec-room.Escape - Riddler- contest entry.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The guard had just made his round, 3rd of the hour, last of the hour, the next was 20 minutes away.
The cctv had three second gaps between photo’s.
He could get out so easily.
Simply dart under that camera there, while the one opposite was off.
Repeat that with the next two sets of cameras, then pop into the janitors closet, wait there for exactly 15 seconds, then hop out the door as it automatically opened for the guard as he passed.
He would be able to crouch in the hedge while the guard walked passed, the man none the wiser to Edward’s presence.
He then would have around 19 minutes before another guard crossed his path.
Edward was small…ish, he could easily hide behind the mid-height bushes that sporadically lined the roads to the front entrance of Arkham.
He’d scratch a ‘?’ onto the sign by the road, the one that said ‘Hitch-hikers may be escaping prisoners’… That would ma
Playing Voldemort FicTitle: Playing VoldemortPlaying Voldemort Fic3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Ralph Fiennes and Daniel Radcliffe mess about in the dressing room Rating:
Warnings: Minor Slash, malexmale kissing
Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter, nor am I Ralph Fiennes or Daniel Radcliffe or the picture linked above, this is simply an idea that wouldn't leave me alone
Author's Notes: This is based on a picture I found on deviantart by *Flayu link for the pic is http: // browse. deviantart. com/?q =daniel% 20radcliffe& order=9& offset=24# /d45myic - just remove the spaces, the picture is so cute
Ralph relaxed back in his dressing room chair with a sigh, finally he could relax, he'd spent all day stuck in his costume for his portrayal of Voldemort on the set as they filmed some of the last scenes for the second addition to the last film of the series, he'd just left the make-up tent after being de-voldemorted as he liked to call
Arkham Asylum Part 5Slowly at first, then rapidly, her bindings snapped off, alleviating the pressure on those areas. He was using some sort of oddly shaped knife to rip through the ropes that kept her bound. His face was shrouded in darkness, only allowing her to see a part of his face. The part she could see was set into a deep scowl, his lips turned upside down in frustration at the myriad of loops made by the rope, crossing over each other to make it harder to cut. He managed to keep his composure however, and cut through the majority of the ropes before the inmates became aware of his presence.Arkham Asylum Part 56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A loud uproar caused him to look up from his task; he watched the area with eyes that could see what everyone else's couldn't. Leaving the weird knife where it was, he stood up partially, keeping his knee planted on the floor. The Joker was rousing his henchmen to gather together, trying to keep them under his control through the fear the sudden change in lighting caused.
Quickly the devil bent back to his tas
Laughing All the WayLaughing All the Way5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Christmas Carols: Joker's Edition
Ah Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year. Everyone loves the yuletide cheer, but I bet you never guessed that villains love Christmas too. Well, they do. From Magneto to Venom, they all like to experience the Holiday Season as much as anyone else. Of course the Joker is no exception. And today we have a very special treat for you. Yep that's right! We have here with us today the Laughing All the Way CD. It has all the classic tunes we know and love but with a Joker spin to 'em.
We have the ever classic I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus:
I saw Bruce Wayne kissing Rachel Dawes
Behind Harvey's back again last night
Though I didn't hear her peep
As my detonator went 'Beep'
And she was blown up and now Harvey weeps
And also God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Tonight's entertainment is here
I'll make your lives a living hell
As I watch your faces of fear
See Ya, LuceHey Luce! How's it been? I know it's been ages since any of us have visited but you know how we are when work comes - us being busy saving the world and all. Speaking of which, just to fill you in cuz you've been out of the loop for so long, the war's actually ended. It's finally ended. And we did it! We finally figured out how to activate the temples and stop the solar flare. And what? The Templars? Yeah, I know. It sounds too good to be true but after seeing the potential disaster with the solar flare and all, both sides kinda decided to put aside our differences and to work together on figuring how to use the Pieces of Eden to better the world instead. I've gotta admit we're still suspicious and wary of each other after all these years though.See Ya, Luce2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Anyways~ I really came here to share some exciting news! I'm pregnant! The baby's about seven mont- ...what? Bitch please. You thought it was just the payback from all the doughnuts and coffee I consumed while we were working back at base? Puh
AtrophyHe has long since forgotten what he used to look like.Atrophy2 years ago in Horror More Like This
He remembers that he was handsome, or at the very least he had been told that he was; in truth, he had not contemplated his appearance often, save for on occasions where it had been brought to his attention—when he would catch a glimpse of a woman staring at him before quickly averting her eyes, embarrassed at being caught, or when a much bolder girl had approached him, a flirtatious smile playing across her lips. He had not been a particularly vain person, and physical beauty was not as important to him as it was to other men. If he was guilty of anything, it was a lack of pride; he was almost ashamed of his looks. To him, they were a hindrance; he had wanted to be taken seriously, and men seldom respect a pretty man.
He doesn't have that problem any longer.
He remembers the sensation of a hand gently stroking his cheek, of soft lips pressed against his own. He remembers hands in his hair and the scent of delic
[SIMILAR] part 17I was not dead.[SIMILAR] part 172 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I thought I was for a bit though. All I could process in my mind was floating in a sea of empty darkness, a landscape that had to count as my purgatory. Can’t say I was expecting a long hallway with a light at the end, or to emerge into an abyss of flames curling into the faces of all whom I’ve consumed. No, to me, empty nothingness seemed to serve as a testament to what I had to expect in the afterlife. I had walked the parallel between right and wrong, and this was my Limbo, for which I would spend whatever time forever felt like. A bit of peace was something I was looking forward to. However, the quiet was interrupted by an unknown voice of hellfire.
“I don’t know why she didn’t kill you.... weak.” The voice was quick, cold, and barely above a whisper, but it was enough to get my attention. Startled though I was, I focused on this hoarse and bone-chilling voice and what it had stated. I was still alive? If I could bel
[SIMILAR] part 14Sometime long ago, before all this Virus crap had started and changed everything, I had . Alex Mercer had a girlfriend named Karen Parker. They had been romantically involved with each other a while, I'm not sure how long exactly, but one day, don't know why, but they broke up. However, even after they went their separate ways, they had maintained some feelings for one another. But that history did not stop Karen from betraying me, the carbon copy of Mercer. The feeling of betrayal was immense when she sold me out to Blackwatch, to Cross. Apart from my finding out the truth, I had searched for her. Eventually, I had managed to track her down to a building in East Harlem, and getting a disguise, tricked her to her doom, the defining moment being the elevator, the look on her face was that of defeat when I had revealed myself. I will never forget what came after.[SIMILAR] part 142 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And now once again, here I was at the elevator of crossed fates. Only this time, the person I saw inside it took me a bit