Do Not Joke with the JokerAs the morning light slipped through Harley Quinn's curtains and onto her sleeping form, she began to shift under her thick blankets. Were this any other day, she would have muttered to her puddin' to shut out the sun but this wasn't just any other day...Do Not Joke with the Joker7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was April Fool's Day.
And if Harley Quinn wasn't up and ready for April Fool's Day, then she might as well pack up her bags and kiss Puddin' good-bye, because Harley Quinn was nobody if she wasn't the biggest prankster in town...after Mista J of course.
So as soon as she blinked open her blue eyes, she grinned a sly grin and hopped out of bed. She had prepared a to-do list for today, since last October, every man, woman, or kid who ticked her off, today was her chance for revenge and it started with the one and only, Clown Prince of Crime. He kicked her to the curb so many times but this time she'd scare him so good he'd never raise a hand, foot, club, hammer, gun, bat, knife, mallet, branch, toaster, 2-by-4, trash can, frying pan,
The Angel of DarknessThe Angel of Darkness1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Angel of Darkness
Location: Gotham city, 12:25 am .
I find myself sitting next to a statue of an angel ... I see the city from a building ... I only see horror .... anarchy ... fear ... nothing like what my family do.... some of them died trying to help ... green arrow it was one of them ... oliver was strong until the end ... but superman changed all ... i see the city again and I see a gang beating someone up... i jump out of the building to direct them fall at a high speed and use my cape as a glider and fall softly in the dark and use my detective vision to see what happens ...
thug : (takes a bat) .... you should be more grateful to us .... not is that so boys?
man: please I did nothing ... let me go ...
thug : (ready to hit the man but a smoke bomb explodes clouding his view) WHAT THE FU....
i get out of the darkness and hit the men until they are knocked out and see the latest and the fog dissapears...
thug : can not be ... you were ... I saw you ...
The girl named Suicide.The girl named Suicide.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat on the couch in the dark, waiting for my Dad to come home. He hadn't come home yet and I was starting to freak. I knew he was falling into a deep state of depression. After Mom left him he became a broken man. The only reason I chose to stay with him instead my Mom was because I knew he would try something he would regret. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 2:30. The front door opened.
"Dad!" I got up without hesitation to his side. I could practically taste the booze he reeked of. " God, how much did you have to drink?" I asked while catching him from falling.
"Not that much..Billy was paying so I got no clue!" He chuckled. I sighed. That didn't even make sense. I ushered him into his room, wanting to get the drunkard's smell away from me. "Why do you think she left?" He mumbled trying to lay back in his bed, making a failure attempt and knocked his head on the headboard. I sighed. Not this again.
"Well to be honest, I think you should ha
Creepypasta (?): Breakfast at the Pasta HouseCreepypasta (?): Breakfast at the Pasta HouseCreepypasta (?): Breakfast at the Pasta House9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A wicked gleam made Jeff’s eyes appear virtually incandescent with rage as he clutched the knife in his white-knuckled grip. The flickering lightbulb above his head illuminated his matty black hair in a fashion resembling a blasphemous halo. He held up his victim’s limp body in a taunting grasp, biting his own lip in such quivering anticipation that he drew a speck of blood, lewdly slurping his tongue over the fresh wound.
“I’m going to enjoy peeling off your flesh into millimetre-thin strips!” he giggled.
“You’re the only guy I know who talks to his bacon, Jeff. And since it’s been pre-sliced I’d say the butcher beat you to it” Toby pointed out.
It was true, Jeff was indeed talking to a pork product during his first meal of the day. It was far from the least normal thing that Jeff the Killer did on a regular basis, but it was still a little odd.
“Whatever. Besides, bacon can
Arkham City: Only You He couldn't believe it. He could not believe it. Right before his eyes, he saw his archrival die. His lifeless body limp on the cold, hard, concrete. A mocking smile displayed on his lifeless face. He could not believe it. He stood there, motionless, until he regained emotional composure. He carried the body of his rival, the Joker, in his hands and exited the warehouse. Outside waiting for him, were a few henchmen and the Joker's girlfriend, Harley Quinn, ready to take on the Bat. But all of that changed as the group saw the figure being held in the Dark Knight's mighty arms. The group was awestruck and made way for the Caped Crusader, Harley fell to the ground on her knees and started to bawl. As the Dark Knight made his way to the city's exit, he looked down upon the fallen clown, and remembered all their past encounters. They all ended here. The gates opened and the first thing Batman saw was the flash of police sirens and the feel of the winterArkham City: Only You3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hearts Alice looked up from her typewriter when she heard Dr. Cates's angry voice sound from behind the closed door. Her eyes fell to the piece of wood that led to the laboratory of Jervis Tetch. The redhead supervisor had stormed into the lab and slammed the door shut a little over fifteen minutes ago, and she had yet to hear Jervis's voice.Hearts6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When the angry shouts of Dr. Cates had lowered again, the secretary continued her work, her fingers moving nimbly across the keys as she typed up his notes. She could just imagine the conversation the two were having, Dr. Cates talking in that low, hostile voice that seemed to grate on anyone's nerves after an amount of time had passed. The redhead had a way of ticking people off
The young blonde's eyes rose to the door again when yelling could be heard again. She fiddled nervously with her hands, her blue eyes never leaving the threshold. Why did she always have to yell at Jervis the way she di
Arkham City Interviews - Julie Arkham City Interviews - JulieArkham City Interviews - Julie3 years ago in Drama More Like This
[Start of Tape]
Julie: (Angrily) WHAT AM I DOING HERE, STRANGE!!?
i'm not like the "crazies" that you keep in here!!"
Hugo Strange: I'll be the judge of THAT, Miss Juilie.
All you need to do is answer some questions for me.
so i get better know the imfamous "Third Puffy"
and, to figure out WHY your here in Arkham."
Julie: I'm "here" because of that Stupid, Freakin BATMAN!!!
(Strange chuckled softly)
Hugo Strange: YES, i would Love to discuss t
Two of a Kind (BEN X Jeff) Ch. 20"I should have known this would happen." Swain sighed, as he was being led down a hallway by two, demonic-looking guards. 'How did I not see it?" He chuckled.Two of a Kind (BEN X Jeff) Ch. 202 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Silence, Swain." One of the guards stopped him as another opened a cell.
"You have made a huge mistake. Not only have you infuriated Master Slenderman, you have infuriated Lord Zalgo as well." The second guard scowled as Swain was shoved into the cell. As they walked away, Swain chuckled.
"Oh my. I've made quite an accomplishment."
"Swain?" The sudden voice startled the masked Collective member. Swain turned his head and narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"Observer?" Swain chuckled as he spotted his leader, locked up in the cell next to him.
"So, you actually got caught."
"Of course I did. I'm surprised that you got caught. What happened?"
"Well..." Observer sat back and sighed "It happened like this... You see, I was following Jane down the hall, and...."
"Now, come quietly. Or else I'll-"
"You'll what?" The s
Daddy's Little DollDaddy's Little Doll2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Happy Birthday, kiddo!" Daniel Wares, a successful businessman, was celebrating his daughter's seventh birthday. He handed a large box over to his daughter, Emily. The little girl looked up at him with curiosity and he gave her a warming smile. She ripped off the wrapping paper and it revealed to be a doll which was a bit taller than her. The doll had blonde bangs which swept across her face. She had a purple and black dress with a matching headband. On the box, it said "Limited Edition: Elise Doll. Now life size!". Emily smiled and opened the box instantly. "This was the last one I found in the store." Daniel said proudly. "I hoped that she could be your new friend." The girl just nodded and ran to her room, carrying the doll.
Daniel opened the door quietly to check on his daughter. Emily was found sound asleep. Her new friend was sitting on the floor near her bed. As he turned to close the door, he heard a whisper.
"Daddy?" Daniel stopped. "Are you there?" He tu
BD: Arts and CraftsBatman DrabblesBD: Arts and Crafts5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A collection of stories that were too short to call one-shots.
I do not own any of the characters. They belong to DC Comics. This was written purely for fun.
Arts and Crafts
"Alright, everyone, it's time for arts and crafts."
One of the Arkham workers walked around the small group of inmates present for the session. A small paper plate was placed on a stool between pairs of inmates, along with two paint brushes. The psychologist holding the session sat in the center of the circle of canvases, holding a clipboard against her bosom. She readjusted the glasses on her nose and rose to her feet.
"I'd like you to paint what you have on your mind," she explained gently, her eyes falling over each of the inmates for a moment. "How are you feeling today? Just paint whatever you are feeling right now."
Her eyes met with the very irritated eyes of one Jonathan Cr
A KettenstoryA Kettenstory5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I think you do that on purpose.." Rex sighed, flicking nut shell off his shoulder pad.
Cody guffawed, " Naw, I think your just in the way.." he spat another eaten shell at Rex.
Rex dodged it and snatched Cody's helmet from the stump they were using as a table.
"Hey!" Cody grunted, reaching for it.
Rex shook his head," Not till you give me the kama back.."
Cody laughed and gestures to Rex's kama hanging from his own belt," But it's so fashionable! I want to keep it!"
"I mean look at me!" Cody said, spinning around, kama flowing.
"Well, If you ask me.." Indigo interrupted,
"You look extremely homosexual" Gear finished.
Cody glared at them both,quickly changing his mood, and they seemed to shrink back in their armour.
"Sorry sir. We didn't mean to upset you." The two said at once.
"Calm down, Cody." Leigh said, seeming to appear out of nowhere, walking as if she were gliding, and her feet, er, paws cause her to move with such grace.
"Yes ma'm..." Cody said kindly, looking at her, smiling
Nightmare An ache in his shoulders...a throbbing pain in his head...a pressure against the right side of his body...darkness. Blue eyes slowly began to flutter open as Jervis Tetch started to come to, emerging from an unexpected loss of consciousness. He drew a breath and held it for a moment as his eyes closed again. He released the breath when he tried to bring his arms forward, only to find his wrists were tied together behind his back. His fingers went over what was binding his wrists, expecting to feel metal.Nightmare5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His eyes sluggishly opened again when he felt a twisted rope tied around his wrists. His vision was still far too blurred to make any sense of the blobs of grey that he saw, but that didn't stop his eyes from wandering. He tried to focus his aching and disoriented head to no avail. He felt something pressing against his forehead, the same thing pressing against the right side of his body. He realized he was lying on his side.
Giving ThanksGiving ThanksGiving Thanks3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I do not own any of the characters present. They belong to DC Comics. The quotes (in italics) are from Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking Glass. This was written purely for fun.
It was bizarre for the streets of Gotham City not to be completely packed with bumper to bumper traffic, even more so in the business district and especially at this time on a Wednesday. These streets were always bursting with morning traffic. To be sure, the roads leading to the highways were probably congested, the highways themselves more than likely fairing worse. Still, it was eerily quiet in the city today. Businesses had closed early or hadn't even opened, giving their employees the rest of the week off to spend time with family off in different parts of the country to enjoy the holiday.
Thankfully the bus service was still running.
Despite this happening
Baby-sitting ch7Roy looked down at the two boys by his side, each one holding one of his hands and staring back up at him with smiles on their warm faces. He sighed,of course being unable to resist their cuteness, and agreed to take them to the park for a few hours. Surprising, the wealthy neighbourhood that Dick lived in had a pretty small play ground: swings, two sets of monkey bars, and the regular play-gym. "Okay, guys, stay close," Roy instructed once they reached it, letting go of each of their hands and letting them go run around.Baby-sitting ch74 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Roy?" One of the boys voices didnt leave his side, and he was slowly reaching for his hand again. "Can you push me in the swings?" Dick was staring up at him with big eyes.
"Sure," Roy replied, bending down to lift the small boy into his arms, carring him over to the swings. "How high?" He asked once Dick was seated in one.
A shrug was the only reply that Dick gave. Roy lightly pushed on the boys back each time he swayed closer to
BD: HurtBatman DrabblesBD: Hurt5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A collection of stories that were too short to call one-shots.
I do not own any of the characters. They belong to DC Comics. This was written purely for fun.
The cool breeze that hit his face brought back some semblance of lucidity. With a terrible amount of effort, Jonathan Crane opened his eyes. He was met with the sight of dingy brick. Oh...yeah. He was still in that alley. How long had he been here, leaned against the wall and trying to collect enough energy to keep moving?
He fought to keep his eyes open. He set his jaw and struggled to bring his right arm up. He placed his hand upon the brick, cold and rough against his palm. It took nearly all of his will power to fight the desire to just stay against the wall, but he knew that he had to keep moving. He pushed himself away from the wall and stumbled backward. When he caught his footing, he looked blearily at the wall, at the
Firing SquadFiring Squad4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Watch it!" Crane snapped, trying to not let his fear creep into his voice as he was led to his cell. Behind him, Jervis walked besides his guards, limping on the leg that had been injured in their capture. Other than his broken sobs, Jervis was quiet as the grave.
It would be the grave come dawn tomorrow, Jonathan told himself, his face growing grim. That job wasn't worth it, and now it would cost him and Jervis dearly. Instead of being back in Gotham where they belonged, they were going to rot in a Central American prison for a night before being placed against a wall and shot like an ailing dog.
Sighing, Jonathan walked over and turned on the sink, intent on cleaning himself up after the fight. Out of the faucet came a filthy, mud brown liquid that he supposed passed for water. He frowned distastefully at it but pushed through. It was better than nothing and it wasn't as though he'd live long enough for it to get him sick. Cupping his hands under the miniature cascade, he let
Riddle Me This What the Devil had happened...? One moment, he is stepping out of his car and approaching the front door of his expensive home; the next, he's lying on his back with an aching head. Stranger things have happened, but he tried not to think about them.Riddle Me This5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
These thoughts were the first to pass through Daniel Mockridge's mind when he finally came to. A faint groan escaped from him as he squeezed his eyes tight. His head continued to pound and throb, making him groan again.
He started to push himself up into a sitting position, but came to a quick halt when his head smacked against something. Mockridge let out a curse as he collapsed to his back. He brought a hand up to his forehead, his fingertips brushing against his black hairline. He continued to mutter profanities under his breath as he opened his eyes to glare at whatever had hit him.
Mockridge found himself staring at nothing. The first thought to come to mind was t
Blackhole of Beverly CrusherI INTROBlackhole of Beverly Crusher4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Lieutenant Peter Michaels was the head of security during the night shifts when Commander Worf was not active. It was the quietest and most lenient time aboard the Enterprise and most of the time he spent in the Holo deck with a private program he had that no one on board really knew about except for probably Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi who was part Batazoid and had empathic abilities, but never said anything, implied any kind of knowledge, nor even any hints when they saw each other about it.
Even in the 24th century the fetish for women being giantesses existed and Michaels was one of them; He had a program consisting of many different situations being tiny to a woman whether she was grown to giantess size or he shrunk to size, women from real life or fantasies. These different programs were created to do one specific thing to him, and that was sit on his head slowly ad make him smell the odor from the seat of their pants, all pan
Bunnie and Antoine's Feet and Tickle FunIt was Day 3 of Bunnie and Antoine's honeymoon on Cocoa Island, and a whole day since their unsuspecting conflict with the Battle Bird Armada. The day for them had been very enjoyable, and they had forgotten all about their recent battle. When they weren't having fun in the sea, they had fun exploring the island. They even asked Tails to join them for the day. After all, they wouldn't be where they were now in terms of both getting to the island and making it through their battle, it weren't for him. To Bunnie and Antoine, hanging out with Tails was like hanging out with a son of their own.Bunnie and Antoine's Feet and Tickle Fun3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soon nightfall drew near. Bunnie and Antoine headed back to their campsite by the beach after having dinner with Tails at his workshop. They got the campfire going, and then sat down side-by-side to watch the sun setting on the horizon.
Antoine placed a hand on top of Bunnie's.
"Zis has been some honeymoon," he told her.
Gentle TerrorJervis Tetch was not feeling well today. He walked down the hall to Arkham Asylum's rec-room, trying to ignore the guard, who was shoving him rather roughly. I'm not myself, you see floated through the Hatter's mind as he was thrown through the doorway. Stumbling, Jervis tripped and fell right into a solid chunk of flesh. The chunk turned around, and the Hatter's eyes widened. He'd slammed right into Brock Bailey. Brock was a thug that had had a very good lawyer. He'd pleaded insanity and won. The man was huge, easily towering over Tetch and he loved to pick on the Hatter. Grinning nastily, Brock growled, "Hey, guys. Look who's here. The Wonder-Freak." Jervis tried to back away slowly but found his legs weren't in any condition to move. "Please Mr. Bailey I I didn't mean to bump into you I just ."Gentle Terror4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You jus' what, freak man? Fell over? Missed Wonderland, dincha?" Bailey's goons all laughed uproariously at their leader's joke. Perhaps wanting to build