Batman fic: HomophobiaHomophobiaBatman fic: Homophobia4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ridder x Scarecrow Slash
I own no one, if I did the DC Universe would be a hell of a lot gayer. So its probably for the best.
The alarms began at exactly 2:13 am, a sound so common it was no more distracting then that of a distant police siren. Not a single inmate gave the blinking lights in the dark more then a glance or a fleeting thought of who had caused it.
Who it was fleeing from Arkham Asylum tonight?
The plan took almost a week to put together, casual seeming chatter over a chessboard. The guards had not picked up on the double meanings whispered under breath, and now they paid for it.
They screamed, at the top of their lungs, clutching and scratching at their clothes. They were being attacked, set aflame, crawled over, or at least that's what they thought. In truth they were only wriggling on the floor, fighting off their imaginary enemies.
"How long are you going to stare at them?" A mans voice broke through
Batfic: Riddle me this ProfessorBatfic: Riddle me this Professor4 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,
The RiddlerThe green suitThe Riddler7 years ago in Other More Like This
The question cane
The Riddler asks
Riddles in vain
He was never noticed
But he could solve puzzles
So somebody would
But the world was obvlivious
Ignorant and Blind
So he made a brilliant Riddle
To test the worlds mind
Riddle after Riddle
To toy with your thoughts
He can answer them all
While you're always wrong
But don't be ashamed
He's The Riddler, after all
He can solve any Riddle
Yes he can solve them all.
Broken Changes (Riddler and Scarecrow)Broken Changes (Riddler and Scarecrow)3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Edward Nigma used to be one of the Rogues who loved to boast about how they were superior to Batman despite nursing several wounds. He was usually the loudest, lecturing anyone within earshot how his intellect was above that of Batman’s, and that he was the one won despite ‘temporary setbacks.’ That, however, had been before the whole Arkham Asylum breakout, followed swiftly by the founding of Arkham City, a place even most thought was too hellish for anyone let alone criminals. When they managed to retrieve him and shove him back in the newly refurbished Blackgate, something had changed. He was silent and sullen unless muttering to himself, his eyes gaining a spark only seen in people like Lynns or Joker. It began with little things, no longer obsessively washing his hands every hour on the hour like he had for so many years. Then his wardrobe downgraded from tailored suits to what seemed to be the most obnoxious green Hawaiian shirt naturally covered in question mar
B. Want p.2Want part 2B. Want p.24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scarecrow x Riddler Slash
All characters belong to DC comics.
It was a word he was more then familiar with. Want of attention, knowledge, acclamation, it drove his every choice and action, he was well aware of the fact. He didn't consider it a weakness, far from it. It was encouragement and excuse to play out his skills. Whether with word or invention, by achievement, or cheating, it didn't matter.
Edward Nygma got what he wanted.
The world was full of challenges to him and he was determined to take the prize one way or another. Still there was one trophy that alluded him, so far at least. Every time the Bat threw him into the hell hole where lesser idiots came to die he would be reminded. Across the mess hall or in the yards he would watch his target, one of the few bright spots of interest in the darkness. He had not failed to take his claim, no, opportunity had yet
Welcome to Arkham (Riddler)Hearing the tell-tale screech of the Batmobile, the inmates of Arkham Asylum that were still awake grumbled or began calling out to see who was being dragged back this time. The first thing they heard was someone grumbling and threatening the Dark Knight, nothing really new as the same threats had been muttered time and time again. Though the person who was muttering them was an unfamiliar face, prompting the attention of the inmates as the news spread like wild-fire, many pressing out to see who was so deserving of Batman personally escorting them to their new cell. A male that was a foot or so shorter than Batman was being pushed forward, cracked glasses with purple lenses barley hanging onto his face, his bright green eyes almost acidic as he glared at Batman after almost falling onto his face after a forceful shove. His red hair was sticking up in several directions due to sweat and some drying blood, making it look almost comical if it weren’t for the situation he was in. HiWelcome to Arkham (Riddler)7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
LonelyThere's this meaningless, nothingness in my chest...Lonely7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A back hole of dark despair.
Something that nothing can fill
No matter how hard I try.
What ever the addiction I play
The nothingness just spreads.
Up, up around to my heart and stomach
Love - Null. Appetite - Gone.
Devouring anything inside it's path.
What does it want?
When will it stop?
Growing UpForget the teddy bears,Growing Up10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget the night-light.
No more stories,
No more kisses good night.
No more fairy tales,
No more stories that
Have happy endings,
No more hero's that,
Save the planet.
This isn't a fantasy,
You really are getting older,
Imagination completely gone.
It's time to grow up,
Time to be brave,
Time to say goodbye,
To those innocent ways.
It's time to develop,
Time to evolve,
Time to grow up,
Time to become an adult,
And go my own way.
It's time to say goodbye,
To those younger days,
I went from ponytails, baby dolls,
Bicycles and training wheels,
To a license, prom, dates,
And high heels.
Growing up will change me so,
My childhood I must now let go.
Growing up is strange to do,
But it is something I have to
Look forward to.
Life Without YouWashing machine rages,Life Without You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spinning out of control,
Just like my life,
When you left long ago.
Dog still sleeps
At the foot of the bed,
And your pillow still lies
Untouched by your head.
Alarm clock rings
Once for you, once for me,
And I still look for you,
In all of my dreams.
I couldn't bear to touch
Your clothes on the floor,
So still they lie there,
with your smell no more.
Your toothbrush still sits
On the bathroom sink,
I can't seem to throw away
So much of your things.
Your absence is scary,
I still want you back.
But heaven now has you,
And my life seems so black.
Batman Fanfic: WantWantBatman Fanfic: Want4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scarecrow x Riddler Slash
All characters belong to DC comics.
It was an odd word to him. It didn't fall well from his tongue and was uncomfortable passing through his thoughts.
He knew what it meant of course. Want, to desire, to crave, to wish for. His vocabulary was far from limited, wants were simply not something he experienced often. Needs were important, he was required to sleep, it was necessary to eat, and he had to continue his research at all costs. Those were all simply the compulsions of living life.
Wants were frivolous and foolish.
The opposite of fear, and fear was all the Scarecrow cared about.
So Jonathan Crane did not bother himself with such things. Perhaps that was why someone so consumed with want caught his eye.
"For want of a nail, a shoe was lost."
The Nursery rhyme, barely whispered, echoed off the concrete walls like the words of ghosts . The yellow
bdsmi want your nails digging into my thighsbdsm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
painting murals with my blood
and i want your teeth at my jugular
biting into my rapid pulse
and i want your ropes binding my wrists
bruising the undamaged skin
and i want your blindfold obscuring my sight
denying me the privilege of you
and i want your gag suffocating me
stifling anything i want to say
and i want your sadistic love
knowing it's all i deserve
Fire in my VeinsI can feel the fire burning in my veins,Fire in my Veins3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For some reason I can't seem to move past this pain,
Just a simple glimpse of your face makes my heart jump,
The mere thought of you makes my blood pump,
At times I wish that we could go back,
Hit reverse and rewind the track,
But that's something that we can't do,
Because this has changed me and you,
There's too many things that I just don't know,
And we might not have that far to go,
Just like you said, I guess time will tell,
And until then I'll be living in this hell.
Post Breakup Depression -Vore-Today was just terrible, day six after the break up. I looked around my apartment. Nothing special, nothing fun, nothing cool.Post Breakup Depression -Vore-7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I went into my kitchen and got a bag of chips, sat on my one lonely couch, and started eating them. I turned on my radio and tried to relax.
My phone rang, I looked at it; Ashley.
"Hello?" I said tiredly
"Hey Ho! Whats up?" She yelled
"What do ya want?" I asked, trying to get this over with
"Party tonight! Come on, whole bunch of cute guys! its what you need!"
"My place! Now!"
She hung up.
I sat with my Chips, you know, a party's just what I need. A couple of cute guys, some friends, some beer, just what I need. I convinced myself I would go.
I got in my car and left.
I pulled up and it was in full swing, 9 cars there already, sure to be more soon, i walked inside and immediately felt self conscience. I walked around awkwardly and found Ashley, I started to turn around, but she spotted me.
"Kayla! Come here doll!" she yelled
"Oh hey! haha"
CageI walk with my head down.Cage4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Eyes looking at the ground.
They laugh and my heart bleeds.
No one hears my silent screams.
Let me go!
This pain and decay play soft and slow.
And I feel the shackles tighten.
The darkness never lightens.
This cage has no bars, is not made of steel.
Has no key, but it is real.
It's the prison around my mind.
Where the images of my torment are replayed in this hell that's mine.
Suicide whispers in my ears.
Begging me to make this disappear.
Trapped in this dark cage which I cannot escape.
Will an answer ever take shape?
No, you are not flawed or unattractive.
Are you going to let them tell you how to live?
Just because they turn away,
Does not mean you shouldn't stay.
Shallow, hollow, that's all they are.
Hiding the disease of imperfection, painting over all the things that mar.
Do not let them bring you down.
Lift your head now.
Arms folded across my chest.
They mock and I close my eyes, longing for death.
IceWouldn't it be niceIce8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If my heart was made of ice
And I was empty shell,
No memories nor secrets to tell?
Wouldn't it be safer for me
If blank my eyes could be
And my soul a stone wall
Behind it, hiding all.
Wouldn't it be convenient to you
If I pretended I never knew
And my hand was cold to touch,
Then yours wouldn't sting so much.
And then I'd fade until I disappear
Act as if I'd never been here,
And you had never loved me,
If made of ice my heart could be
The Bipolar poemI was so excited when you calledThe Bipolar poem7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I could barly talk.
Although I don't sound excited, I really am.
Bursting on the inside with happyness and glee.
I make awkward silence becuase i don't know what to say.
Theres a million and one things to say.
I can't even begin to tell you how much i missed you.
Words don't cut it.
But when you hang up the phone.
I wonder if your calling her..
Is she better than me?
More exciting and fun?
Of course she is..
You said you loved her..
Never to me though.
Why am I never good enough?
Becuase I'm boring
Becuase I'm not exciting
Becuase I'm quite
And a thousand more flaws.
I hurt inside knowing your talking to her.
Forgetting about me.
You say you never want to make me sad.
But I'm sad now, and you'll never know,
How much you mean to me
But you threw it away..
DarknessDarkness...Darkness11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's in every heart.
It keeps love and death apart.
The light pushes hard
and so does the dark.
When they push to hard your heart will burst.
So be sure to belive the light first.
Run from it.
Hide from it.
Whatever you do don't ever go all the way through.
Crash And BurnI wonder if other people see how I feel.Crash And Burn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With every glare to meet my eyes,
its another preying glare to slap my face
and another glare that heats my cheeks with nervous fire
I wonder if, day after day,
if people see my fear, if they see how I shake.
When they walk by, I stumble away
because I know they don't want me near them.
I wonder if they pity me
If they see the lonely child inside my glass skin.
Sometimes they give me gentle eyes
because they feel sorry for how lonley I really am inside.
I wonder if they know I don't fit in,
if they try to welcome me but I'm too naive to see.
But everytime I just walk away because-
because everytime I try is another crash and burn.
Gasp (Scarecrow/Riddler) Edward flinched when Crane suddenly lunged for him, but gasped as…As the thin, cruel mouth connected with his. He just stood, stunned, for a moment, before closing his eyes. Crane’s mouth opened just slightly, Edward following suit merely out of curiosity--and then moaned quietly as an adventurous tongue probed gently into his mouth, as though requesting permission. He moaned again, louder, with an answering groan from Crane, as they began to move together, exploring, tasting, wanting.Gasp (Scarecrow/Riddler)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
They flew apart suddenly, gasping for air, foreheads resting against one another.
Crane’s blue eyes were wide beneath his shaggy mop of dark hair, his panting mouth open. He looked shocked by his own actions.
There was a moment of gasping, wet silence and shared breath; Eddie brought a shaky hand up to the freckled face, the flushed skin.
With a feral growl, Crane captured his mouth again,
Who she isShe's so tiredWho she is4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of being upset
Of hating herself
When was the last time she looked in a mirror
And thought the girl staring back
That she was worth anything
Anything at all
The last time she felt truly loved
That she was needed
So lost now
In her worlds of fantasy
Where she is who she always wanted to be
She forgets who she really is
Always looking back
On what went wrong
What she lost
So many lies she has told herself
That not even she knows what is real
Gave up what she believed in
Because every night when she prays not to wake up
She would open her eyes to a new day
Looking in the mirror a monster stares back
One with tears running down its face
Wishing it was brave enough
To be itself and love who that is
Or at least have the courage to end it
To lay down
And give in to endless darkness