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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
CortanaJohn moved over to the holotank and hit the controls. "Cortana." His voice was thick with agitation. He stood and waited for the AI to reply.Cortana3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The holotank came to life and the familiar purple avatar appeared. "What can I do for you, Chief? You seem like someone put a badger in your pants."
"This is not happening, Cortana. Reschedule the testing that I'm supposed to do next week." John crossed his arms and waited for the AI to reply.
"I can't reschedule it. The testing is happening that day. I don't see what could be so important that you couldn't move it to another day so you can complete your duty." Cortana's avatar frowned at him.
"Then I will not be there for the testing. I will be entering into matrimony with the woman I love." John was finding it harder and harder not to think that Kelly was right. "You have to stop doing this, Cortana."
"I'm not doing anything. I don't schedule the testing or your meetings." Cortana's avatar crossed its arms. "I don't see what the big deal is."
Making UpMaking Up4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
John rolled over, and his hand traveled over the empty half of the bed. The Master Chief sat up, looking over where Kelly should have been lying. He frowned, surprised not find her in her normal space. He got out of bed and quickly got dressed, heading for the recreational room. He didn't find Kelly, but he found Fred sitting on a couch, reading over the daily news. "Have you seen Kelly?"
Fred didn't look up from what he was reading. "She went into town. She'll be back after lunch. Why do you care?" Fred's tone was harsh, as though John had wronged him in some way.
John was genuinely surprised by the other man's attitude. "Because I need her out of the base, and I need your help with setting something up."
"Why should I help you? You do realize what yesterday was? Kelly wasn't too happy, and I don't like when you make her unhappy." Fred finally looked back at the other Spartan.
"I know what yesterday was, and I didn't miss it on purpose. Cortana scheduled me for testing some equipment
DW: Survivors Part 2DW: Survivors Part 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The lights on the displays of the life support screens flickered and Rory realised that the coma patients hearts were in distress erratically beating in fast panic even if they were completely still. He walked warily closer to them.
"Doctor. You found me. Clever boy."
The unified voices were detached yet somehow seemed to find a way to sound like they sneered. Amy shivered, her lips twitching as if something was pulling her to speak too. Something inside her.
"And with fresh new pets too. I cannot see them but oh I can feel her. And the other is not human." The voices said.
Rory frowned, prickling at being dubbed inhuman, but he had more important matters on his mind. As he became gingerly close to the life support machines, he seemed hesitant to touch them, but read their readings. The organs were reading as under stress, breathing forced and unnatural, heartbeat wild. After a pause he forced himself to risk touching the wrist of a little girl to measure her pulse an
Random love prt 2025. StarveRandom love prt 23 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Fred sat by the fire, looking down into the fire as he thought. "Wow, someone's really deep in thought." Fred looked up as Kelly moved to sit down beside him. "What's got your head working?"
Fred shifted a bit so that he was more comfortable. "We can't stay in here forever. We've managed to find some vegetation, but we can't survive on scraps forever. We need to get out of here before we all starve." Fred leaned a bit toward Kelly. "I'm taking suggestions if you have them."
Kelly thought about it for a moment and finally shrugged. "Sorry, I don't have anything. I'm good back up in combat and keeping you steady, not at finding food."
Fred's hand moved over to rest on Kelly's knee. "You really have been good backup. The perfect person to have my back. I'm glad that I have you, and I don't know what I'd do without you."
Kelly rolled her eyes. "You know you can stop saying that. You've already got me." Kelly smiled a bit. "Now, back to the task at hand. How are we go
I'll Give You ChocolateI'll Give You Chocolate3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Cause when you lie like the devil himself...No Angel's gonna hear your cry for help." - "Cry For Help" Shinedown.
I'll Give You Chocolate
"Lookit you Sammy," Lucifer smiled as Sam Winchester panted in an attempt to collect himself. "Working a case while locked up in a loony bin," Sam bit his lip and his gaze remained on the door where the girl had left from minutes before. "Impressive."
Sam nodded once, unsure of how to respond to the Devil. The scar trick Dean had showed him was completely useless now and all the hunter wanted was Lucifer to shut the hell up, no pun intended.
"Come on Sammyboy. Cheer up." Lucifer smirked and flashed his split tongue for a split second. "That was quick thinking."
Sam gulped and looked to the Devil's left hand; he held a rather large chocolate bar. Sam chuckled at the throw back to Marin's constant smuggled candy bars. Lucifer waved the bar in front of his face. Back and forth until Sam snatched it out of his grasp.
TruthTruth3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
These human ships are uncomfortable. The seats in this craft, which they call a pelican, are ill suited for my kind. I stand rather than bother trying to fit into a seat without banging my knees. The ship shifts under us and the landscape changes as it speeds past them. I stare down as rocks and trees pass by under us.
At one point in my life I would have been in awe of the majesty, believing this place a gift from the gods. Now things are different. Now I know this is a place of devils, a place of death. Looking back I feel so foolish for having swallowed the lies. The prophets had no ability to understand the will of the gods. They twisted and distorted the truth to keep power, to keep us in their service. As I think of it I feel sick. The prophets had shamed my race, led us down a dishonorable path. My hand clenches as the familiar blood lust rises in me. The prophet of Truth will pay for his lies.
The other passenger shifts and I look to him. Can he feel my anger in the air? Does h
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
Unexpected New DestinyThe Cirque was always on the move. One day we could be in a barn and in the next we could be in one of the seasonal campgrounds. This time we were staying in an old theatre in a small town. My name is Larten Crepsley and I am a vampire. I have lived for well over 200 years and not once have I felt lonely, but tonight I was. Even with my girlfriend (Madame Truska) at my side, I still felt an empty void in my heart. Truska seemed to notice and told me to go for a walk but then her face went blank as it did when she envisioned something.Unexpected New Destiny4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Murlough, deaths of two parents, a baby orphaned, Darren" Truska came back to the present "What did I say?" she asked as I walked out the door.
"Oh, just something about clear skies and a bright shining sun tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll be back before dawn" I said, contemplating her vision all the while I did so. What did Murlough have to do with that vision? Whatever it was, one thing was for sure; he would be the one causing the deaths of the two parents