Twice as hardShe'd turn to look at him, wondering where the days events went by like little droplets falling from a broken faucet.Twice as hard3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The city had actually simmered down and the crazy talk had sort of slipped under the sheets. Then inmates found warmer spots and hoped that food would eventually be dropped. Somehow the crazy side of town had gotten it's own place and name, still a mystery to her how this had been managed but then again anything is possible with a city filled with so many cruel intentions.
Then again, everything had gone to shit in nano seconds.
She washed the blood from her hands before turning to look at him, bandages around his torso, blood staining the bed and his ragged breathing getting just the tiniest bit fainter. Harley had done all she could for now, sending out the kids to get the first doctor the could find and get him or her down here as quick as possible but for now, she'' drown herself in cheap whiskey and watch over him. It was a combination of things, a shoot out that w
For the Love of JokerFor the Love of Joker3 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,
Kind WordsA HARLEY QUINN/JOKER FANFICTIONKind Words3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on. You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong. I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, dooowwwwnnnn! Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love. We can dance until we die, you and I, will be young forever!"
Joker looked up from a newspaper he had spread over the lap of his dirty purple suit and looked at the closed bathroom door where, behind the rotted wood, Harley was showering and singing an annoying pop song about love at the top of her lungs. "That girl couldn't carry a tune with a bucket," he muttered as he looked back down to the paper. He circled the obituary of a death he had caused, a smile spreading on his dry, scabby lips.
" You brought me to life, now every February, you'll be my valentine valentine! Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets just love. We can dance until we die, you and I will be young fore
Jacob's LadderShe hummed in the passenger seat, and Jonathan knew she sensed the heaviness in the van. Yet he didn't know how to dispel it. What could he do? Open his mouth and let everything just seep out? No, she was smiling, she was happy, and that was all that mattered to him.Jacob's Ladder5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Jonny, is something wrong?"
His eyes glanced over to her. He shook his head even though internally he was nodding, 'Yes, how come you wanted to come back again? You are a glutton for punishment? Can't you see he's just using you?'
"No, I'm fine, Harley. Just watching for the Batman."
Harley sighed, "Jon, when you're upset you really stink at lyin'. I hope ya know that. Something's wrong." His hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Jon, we're friends, you can tell me. Did Jay hurt you? You can tell me, I won't tell on you. Everyone's got to let out a little steam."
"I suppose they do," he said with a mild edge to his voice, tipping Harley off that he didn't want to talk about it any further. "Joker didn't do anything. <b>
An Unlikely Encounter ch.37CHAPTER 37An Unlikely Encounter ch.373 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It took me a couple of seconds for her words to properly sink in. When they finally did, i began blinking owlishly.
"You can't be serious." I deadpanned, a smirk slowly creeping across my face. Roxanne looked as if she was trying not to take offense.
"I'm as serious as a heart attack."
I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Roxanne, the Joker absolutely abhors your very existence on this Earth! How do you expect to sneak him out of the mansion, UNSEEN, without his complete cooperation?" I was aware that this was a very trying situation, but I couldn't help but see the obvious humor in her idea.
Roxanne frowned. "Well, shouldn't the fact that I'm going to be the one taking him out only further encourage him to leave?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but I was interrupted. "AND, what other choice do you have, hmm? This will be the first time Bruce has left his own home in almost SIX days! When else will we receive such an opportunity?"
"We could always wait until Bruce has to leav
An Unlikely Encounter ch. 39CHAPTER 39An Unlikely Encounter ch. 392 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Time seemed to freeze around us.
The Joker's kiss was everything I'd ever imagined, and at the same time, nothing I'd ever felt. It was almost as if he'd sucked the air right out of my lungs with the first graze of his lips, because I felt so lightheaded while he kissed me that I feared for a second I might float right out of the room.
The shock of his actions rendered me completely unresponsive to the kiss at first, however, and the only thing I could do at that moment was to stare with my eyes wide open. The Joker had his eyes closed, but when he didn't feel me respond, he increased the intensity of the kiss by pressing his lips harder on mine, and shoving one hand in my hair to keep me in place.
THAT got a reaction out of me. I couldn't fight the low mewl that escaped my lips, and the noise allowed his tongue to slip between my lips and explore my mouth. To my surprise, he tasted somewhat sweet as his tongue swept around inside. Finally, my eyes fluttered shut from the se
Joker's Journal - 1She's nuts. I hate her.Joker's Journal - 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes.Never mind. Always. I was stupid to let a psychologist attach onto me. As if I didn't get enough pointless therapy in Arkham! I had to bring a doctor outside as my own personal advisor. Idiotic.
What is this? Its a journal. Me scribbling my "thoughts" on a paper. She's making me do it. She's watching me right now. I ask her what the hell to write, and she suggests writing my current actions. That's what I'm doing.
Now I'm out of things to write. But you know what's funny? I can't write that I'm staring at a blank piece of paper, because that would be lying. I can however, write "Fifteen minutes ago I was staring at a blank piece of paper."
I know how to annoy her.
I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am wr
She says that doesn't count. Now I have to sit here for another hour. Nothing is stopping me from leaving. Her glares don't intimidate me.
Hell with this.
She made me write that
For the Love of Joker 17%Harley Quinn%For the Love of Joker 172 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I don't know how to drive stick." I say flatly, eyeing inside the car warily.
Joker rolled his eyes at me, leaning on the open door, "'Course ya do."
"I really don't-" I laugh shakily at myself "- I didn't even have a driver's license until four years ago... that was one helluva process.."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I didn't have a proper birth certificate when I went to the DMV. Got burned in some sort of dormitory fire- at least that's what Jack told me." Joker gave me a puzzled look.
"Shouldn't you be able to decide that for yourself? I mean- shouldn't you be able to remember a fire that caused so much trouble for you?"
"That's the problem, isn't it? I should- " I slide into the driver's seat and slam the door "- but I can't." I said more to myself more than anyone else.
Joker swung open the door on the side opposite and slid in while chuckling under his breath. "You know what I love?"
"What?" I say wrapping my hands over the steering wheel, clutching it so hard th
For the Love of Joker 3For the Love of Joker 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
3. I Wanna Be Free~
~I Wanna Be Free, I Wanna Be Loved
I Wanna Be More Than You're Thinking Of
Everything Seems To Be Estranged When You’re Alone...
One Day I'll Stop Keeping Track
And Give Myself Time To React
-Panic! at the Disco (I Wanna Be Free)
The doe-eyed child stared, slack-jawed, back at me.
I wondered idly what she would look like with white face paint over her porcelain face, a diamond pattern decorating her attire that, naturally, clung to her perfect skin.
I sit back in my chair and tap my toe, feigning impatience.
"I'm a-waiting doll-face." I arch my eyebrow again, letting my eyes turn dark and cold. I was tired of this game already. I only put the effort into warmth because she was pleasing me with her wonderful naivety. But now, I shook my head internally. This may not be worth the effort after all.
"Mister Joker, my name is Doctor H. Quinzel. I am here to help you," she sauntered over to the table and slammed her hands down on the table.
One night in Mount Justice.Mount Justice was empty, no one was there. The Fridge was full, a stack of movies lay untouched on the coffee table. The training room was empty, no sounds were heard. Anywhere. Perfection thought Artemis, as she grabbed her large green hoodie, a mug of coffee and her favourite book.One night in Mount Justice.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sat reading for approximetly 7 and half minutes before...
*Reconized Kidflash B03*
No! Artemis Panicked! Hide, then he'll see no ones here and leave. Yes! Hide!
Artemis grabbed her book and ran to the side of the sofa, slide her self under.
Everthing was going to plan but...no the coffee cup!
Wally walked in, he thought her heard somthing, but it was proablly his imagination, his brain was probally playing tricks from lack of food. I mean he had't ate in like half an hour...but what was that? A mug. He picked up the coffee cup,still warm.
Hmm...he thought, noticing that the mug beared artemis' arrow logo on he went to investigate. And they're sticking out from the sofa was a single lock of
Look what the cat dragged in - Chapter 1I didn't expect him to black out on me this rudely. "I thought we were in the middle of a conversation here, Twiggers." I turned my amused smirk upside-down and touched his face with my gloved hand, pulling open his closed eyelid with my thumb. His brown eyes didn't react. He didn't blink or wince or execute any reflex he was supposed to when something came close to his eyeball. He was out. Cold as a glacier. I rested my hand on the side of his neck as I pondered what to do with him next.Look what the cat dragged in - Chapter 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was in bad shape. Signs of starvation were obvious as I looked closer at him. He had shadows under his eyes and his cheekbones weren't covered by as much flesh as they should be, not to mention the protruding bony elbows poking out of his malnutritioned arms. His skin was sickly pale when it was supposed to be a soft milk-chocolate shade. The poor thing was dying, if not already dead. But I could feel a faint pulse under my hand as his heart strived to pump blood up to his dehydrated brain. I frown
To The Sea (1/2)To The SeaTo The Sea (1/2)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The shoes that Arkham Asylum provided their inmates with were surprisingly good running shoes. The Joker laughed once in gratitude with a panting breath as he glanced down at the pair helping his feet propel themselves along the rocky shore of southern Gotham. The institute's sirens blared behind him, and his loyal girlfriend had to really shout to be heard over the wails of the cops' cars parked behind the chain link fence of the asylum's perimeter. "Where the hell are we going!?!?!"
With a small slip in his step, he laughed over his shoulder at her agile body following his lead. "To the sea!!!" Although his answer confused her, she was satisfied to know that he at least had an idea of a destination. When she broke him out of Arkham fifteen minutes ago, she was ready to pull him back out to the masked car she brought and parked in the parking lot. He turned out to be the one who pulled her, only in the opposite direction. The spotlights from the roof of Arkham we
Look what the cat dragged in - PrologueUnbelievably, I had survived almost four days without food. Despite the pride of a man fervently pulsing within my chest, I only had one source of food out here on these streets. My only option for surviving was to scavenge through the scattered garbage bins of the slums. I had to suck it up, and just do it. I had to find a meal in much the same way a stray cat had to. But repulsively, the garbage dumpsters provided little to eat, and no matter how much willpower I put into forcing myself to eat the shit inside there, I vomited most of the scum before it was halfway down my throat. I kept telling myself with stubborn growls, "If you don't eat this, you will die! Now eat!!!" but I could not convince the opposing reflexes of my body to do as I said.Look what the cat dragged in - Prologue3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I realize now that the opposing force which I came to loathe was telling me something in defiance. It was saying, "Real food will come soon. Wait, be patient, save your energy." I was too deaf with hunger to hear it's calming words. Inside, I
She learned to Rise...A hardened man, a sickened beast,She learned to Rise...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His anger and rage threatened to never cease.
In the prison of Hell, looking up at the sky,
His only soft feelings of hope began to die.
His soul rotted for years.
The inhumanity dried up any remaining tears.
A baby's cries erupted one night.
The sound was foreign and inspiring, as was the sight.
The broken man, his heart so charred,
Watched the baby grow up, his expression hard.
Hatred manifested for the mother, who brought the girl into this hell.
Didn't she know how many prisoners had tried to escape and fell?
How cruel was that mother, to bring that girl straight into death.
She'd never feel warmth and happiness on her breath.
Especially not after her mother was taken and killed.
In the commotion of the screaming struggle, the broken man's arms were filled.
He held the girl close and dashed away,
"I will protect you." She heard him say.
The guards weren't concerned with the abandoned five year old.
They had done what they'd been told.
Harley Quinn Arkham Asylum Pt1She stared down at the empty coffee mug with the words #1 Sweetheart printed on the side, drumming her fingers nervously on the reception desk of Arkham's intensive treatment facility.Harley Quinn Arkham Asylum Pt13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Commissioner Gordon, whom had just arrived a few minutes previously after dealing with the press, looked over the blonde haired doctor wearing an extremely altered version of a nurse's outfit she designed herself, holding her heart shaped necklace tightly in her hand; wondering how Ivy, her girlfriend, whom was also reformed, would feel if he would've killed her.
"Look Harley," he began, putting his coffee down, "I know you're scared but you've seen all the improvements Warden Sharp has made to Arkham. I'm sure everything will be fine.
"I know, She sighed deeply, "Commish, I'm not sure I can take your word for it. What if he escapes? I'm the first one on his killing list!" She calmed herself down before continuing, "I'm sorry, it's just that he's so unpredictable. He'll probably manage to get out an
Who needs Mothers' Day when you have Wally? "You leaving, Wally?" Robin asks as Wally runs past him towards the zeta tubes.Who needs Mothers' Day when you have Wally?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Yea," Wally replies, stopping to look over his shoulder at him, "Gotta be home for Mothers Day. And I need to pick up some flowers for Mom and help Dad with dinner. I think my grandparents are coming, too."
Robin nods at him, a faint smile on his face, "Tell her I said Happy Mothers Day."
"Will do!" He calls, and he's gone.
"What's Mothers Day?" Superboy asks as he walks into the room, eyes directed at Robin. "A day for Mothers?"
Robin smiles at him, walking around the couch to him, "Pretty much, Supes," he tells him, patting his shoulder as he passes, "It's a day where you appreciate your mother and all she's done for you. If a woman doesn't have kids, her husband still usually does something for her," he thinks for a bit, "Basically just a big way
Pocky LovePocky LovePocky Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairing: KFxRobin from Young Justice
Rated: G? maybe PG.
WARNING: BOYS KISSING
Wally West, also know as Kidflash, was sitting on the couch at Mount Justice eating snacks that he had found in the kitchen. He didn't really care for what he grabbed. If it looked edible, he'd eat it. He was sitting on the couch still wearing his Kidflash outfit since the team had been sent on an emergency recon mission. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, the guy they were going to watch managed to get apprehended before anything could happen. So the team got back to the mountain and left to do their own things.
As Wally was decimating the small pile of junk food next to him, Robin walked in the living room and plopped down next to the red head. Wally glanced over at the other boy and noticed he was still in his Robin attire. Well it had only been about five minutes since they got back to the mountain.
Under the ChambersFanfiction: Robin/Kidflash (Young Justice)Under the Chambers4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The room: It was dark. It was cold. It was frightening and it took everything Robin had learned to keep him from quivering in fear. He couldn't show fear, not now, he had to believe that Batman was with him to keep him from being scared, he knows how bad he would get scolded for being scared. But he was only 14 right? His birthday was only a few days ago and now he wont even be able to enjoy the other birthdays that were yet to come.
Shut up Robin
He thought to himself
Don't you dare think like that
He attempted to clear his mind and think of the best way to get out of this mess, but the cold damp area made it hard to breath and overall made it hard to concentrate.
One thing led to the next and he then felt a sharp pain in his arm. "Aggh," he groaned and held it. He could feel the large slash, warm blood trickling from the opening. "Not to deep," he sighed in relief.
He could then all of a sudden feel all the wounds that h
BadboysDick-Badboys3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The alarm clock went off on the other side of his room. Groaning, he rolled off the bed and made his way to the clock, slapping it off and falling back onto his bed just as his phone started blaring "Moves Like Jagger." Fully awake, he picked it up, turned that one off, and made his way over to his shower. Once in, a third went off, and he punched the little button and hopped in the shower. Leaning against the tile he washed his hair with his coconut shampoo and lilac conditioner. Coconut because Wally liked coconut and lilac because Roy liked lilac. He stepped out of the shower and brushed his teeth, finishing just as Bruce called up to tell him he was late, as always. He hurried up and got dressed in his usual attire: black skinny jeans -the same pair as yesterday, but shh- and a white muscle t-shirt, topped off with a black leather jacket.
He slid down the banister, ignoring Alfred scolding -"Master Dick!"- and grabbed an apple and kissed Bruces cheek b
Joker's Journal 6#36Joker's Journal 62 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I haven’t heard anyone call me by my real name in a long time. The flash of fear and confusion at hearing it yelled out across the entire shelter was quickly replaced by the recognition of her voice, and the comfort that she was the only one left who knew me by that name. I sent Mouse to find and bring back Harley, sending my pocket watch with her as proof of my presence.
Mouse is my mouse. Well, she’s a kid. But she’s my mouse. I found her around here recently after I’d escaped the cops’ surprise ambush. I walked in the shelter, buried under some foul scraps of clothes, and noticed her following me at a distance. Once I’d settled down and obtained a spot in the corner of the top floor, she settled in right beside me without a word.
I tried to scare her off by revealing my unmistakable attire and face paint, but her pants remained dry. She doesn’t know who the hell I am. She’s never seen me before. Has absolutely no clue who I am! The