Jokers PrincessChapter oneJokers Princess2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Harley looked nervously down at the little white stick in her hand, then at her watch. 30 seconds.
30 seconds standing in between a joyous life of crime with her beloved mistah J or resigning herself to deskwork for nearly a year.
25 seconds. Harley paced in anticipation. She could just be coming down with a bug...
What would he say? Would he be sad? mad? happy? disappointed?
What would he do to her? He never meant to hurt her, but sometimes his anger got the best of him.
Harley stared at the little white stick in her hand. It could change her life forever.
Harley nervously looked down at th stick. On it was a little red plus sign. It was positive, Harleen quinzell was pregnant.
The joker sat scribbling at some blueprints on his desk. He was intensely concentrated. Harley slowly walked into his office, he didn't look up.
"Mistah J?" She squeaked
"I'm busy Harles."
"Harley, I'm buisy."
Himeko and Chikane: Their Story 15Himeko and Chikane: Their Story 153 years ago in Drama More Like This
Himeko and Chikane: Their Story
Chapter 15: Life as Usual
For the next four hours, they were in the room taking the written part of the test. The test was quite a challenge for there were no multiple choice sections, and there were a lot of essay-like questions; except for the math section. Chikane was even stumped in a few areas, but she was able to answer most of them confidently. For Himeko however, it was total hell. She was struggling to even answer some of the fill-in-the-blanks. On some parts, she didn't even bother to write anything.
When the written exam was over, both girls gave a sigh of relief that it was done. They had a one hour lunch break before they started their specialized test. As they were munching on their bento, they finally had a chance to chat.
"That test was tough!" Himeko exclaimed before she took a bite of her edamame.
Chikane nodded and replied, "It wasn't as easy as I thought. The history section gave me some trouble."
"Yeah, that was
:Forbidden- Ch 9::Forbidden- Ch 9:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's going on?" AJ asked, an eyebrow rising in confusion. "Why are we going to Cain's? I thought you and Talen"
"I want to get him back," I interrupted, putting my hands to my temples and rubbing slowly. "I realized how much he meant to me when I left him."
"What were you doing for the past two weeks that kept you from calling or texting me? You could have at least told me you were okay!"
"Nothing," I laughed dryly and stared at my hands. "Literally."
"You don't know how worried I was. I'm serious."
I glanced over at AJ, his blue hair was disheveled and dark bags were under his eyes, making him look older than he really was by a few years. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.
"Why would you worry?"
"Because you're my best friend. I care about you, man."
I turned my head away, my eyes lowering and my cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
"W- Well," I stuttered. "You shouldn't."
"Yes. I definitely should," He laughed a bit, raising a
Himeko and Chikane: Their Story 10 - YorisotteHimeko and Chikane: Their Story 10 - Yorisotte3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Tsuki-Ni Yorisotte (Being close to the moon)
As she sat on the bench, Chikane realized it was only seven in the evening, but the thoughts that were swimming through her mind felt like they had been sailing for days. She wasn't sure what she should be thinking, or feeling for that matter. Unbeknownst to her, Himeko was only a few feet away, having followed her through the night. Similar thoughts were making their way through Himeko's mind as well. The young girl was biting her lower lip in anticipation as she moved closer to Chikane.
The last thing she wanted to do was to say something that'll cause Chikane to distance herself even more, creating an awkwardness that couldn't be avoided. If anything, Himeko wanted them to become closer but because of Chikane's current thoughts, badgering her mind, she felt that was impossible. With her art, it seems Himeko could entertain anyone, shyness aside. But when it came to everything else, especially Chikane, she felt as if her timidity was an in
Scream I had a dream, once. It was about a year ago, on a Tuesday night. I went to be early to be ready for work the next day. Exhausted, I fell instantly into a deep slumber. Soon visions began turning in my head, and they combined to tell a story.Scream1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began as a memory. I was a child, perhaps 10 years old. I lived with my parents in a large, two story home in the suburbs. It was made of stone with wooden boarding on the second story and black shutters. A single tree stood in the front yard which I use to climb onto the patio cover and enter the house through one of the windows. Our neighbourhood was filled with trees, only a few houses broke what seemed to be an immense forest, filled with places for my young eyes to explore. My eyes took advantage of them; they were always controlled by wonder and curiosity, searching for something new.
At the time there were only two things in the entire world which I considered imp
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
Himeko and Chikane: Their Story 11 - Part 1 of 2Himeko and Chikane: Their Story 11 - Part 1 of 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
This is actually Part 1 of 2 of Chapter 11. The chapter was very long so I decided to break it up into two parts for my beta reader.
Now That We Got Love, What Are We Going To Do With It? Part 1 of 2
Yeah I got this time from an old song by Third World...
Two weeks has passed since that wonderful night for Himeko, as she finally got herself a girlfriend after declaring her love to Chikane. Himeko thought that for once things were finally going up in her life. She has her own place, she got some good friends, she also got a successful business going, and now she got herself a lover. Those things overshadow her homelessness situation.
It was November and the fall weather was apparent in Tokyo, as the grass started to turn brown and the leaves on the trees started to change color. There was no other place in Tokyo to watch the natural beauty of autumn than at the world-renowned Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden. What was once an imperial garden available only to royalty is now a national par
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
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 Thanks4 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
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
Poison Ivy X Tim Drake fanficAN: I wrote this a while ago and if anyone likes it I'll write more. AND YES THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE PAIRINGS. So please no judging my randomness.Poison Ivy X Tim Drake fanfic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Harley! I don't care! I'm doing my OWN thing this time! I won't listen to you this time." Poison Ivy screeched at her friend. Harley Quinn smiled and nodded," Good listen to YOURSELF." Poison Ivy glared at her and said," Well I have to be going " "Okay see you later then." Replied Harley with her high-pitched voice.
Poison Ivy stormed off, back to her greenhouse, recently she had fallen for Robin, the boy wonder. She was far too old for him, but she had a solution to that. She had recently obtained a plant that could turn back her age, (she had stolen it earlier that morning, honestly for attention), well with the help of a few other plants. But, no longer could she stand being so much older then Robin, she knew that being closer to his age would definitely help her chances. (W
Amazing Spiderman 2 ReviewAmazing Spiderman 2 Review11 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
When I did my review of the Amazing Spiderman, I said that I deeply loved the film. As oppose to the Raimiman films, which the kindest thing I could say would be to quote Norman Osborn in this movie, "We can do better. We deserve better." I saw the Amazing Spiderman 2 on opening day, and it surpassed all my expectations. Unfortunately a good chunk of the public disagrees with me. While still being in the minority. The people that hate the movie were enough to give it scores of 55% on RT, and 73% on IMDB. All the while boasting how superior Raimiman 2 was. Even going so far as to say that Raimiman 3 was better. Saying things like, "At least Raimiman 3 had character arcs and a plot, Amazing Spiderman doesn't have that. Amazing Spiderman 2 has no heart (The last sentence said by the bias Raimitard Trillbeereviews)." That is bullshit. Amazing Spiderman 2 does have character arcs and plot, and far better ones than any of the Raimiman movies. Especially Raimiman 2. Raimiman 2 SUCKED! It had
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
Damian's school week Prologue"Damian!" Dick yelled upstairs.Damian's school week Prologue3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Next to him he heard Tim chuckle.
"What?" he asked the teen raising his eyebrows.
Tim shrugged, "Nothing." He answered with an innocent smile on his face.
"You're scaring me, Tim. Why are you laughing?" Dick asked again worriedly.
"I'm just imagining what Damian's reaction is going to be, when you tell him the good news."
Dick shuddered. "That's why I asked you as my backup." Then he turned towards the stair again.
"Damian!" he yelled again.
"What do you want, Grayson?" came the boy's voice from upstairs.
"Can you come down for a moment? I want to talk to you about something."
Tim laughed again, "Good way to start. My dad used to yell that to me when I did something wrong."
It seemed like Damian also thought he was in trouble again, because all the way down to the living room he was muttering.
"Talk." He ordered when he was standing face to face with Dick.
"Well " Dick started, "I've been taking care of you for a while now and I've noticed that you
Count On ItWhy do you hate me?Count On It4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What did I ever to do to you?
I give you everything I have, everything I am. I let you do whatever you want to me; I never complain. I keep my mouth shut like a good girl until you're finished. And then I snuggle up next to you, and you're at peace for the night. Each time I fall asleep, I pray that when I wake it'll be the morning you decide to give it all up. And love me the way I love you. I pray so hard to any god that will listen. None of them ever do. I guess you're right then, that I don't matter. I don't even matter enough to get my prayers answered.
But, shit, I've wanted this more than anything I've ever wanted anything.
I don't care what they say. I don't care how many times my friends tell me it won't work. It will, I know it will. We're meant for each other, puddin. Star-crossed lovers. I don't know how I know it, I just do. No matter how many times you slap me, bruise me, bite me, stab me, hurt me, I still feel like I'm in the right place. When yo
A Candle's LightA Candle's Light2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I lie alone and cold at night,
The burning candle's dimming light
A gentle sight here in the dark,
I wait for yet another spark.
A light as bright as my love for you,
A light so gentle, pure, and true.
A light that might guide you here to me.
I wait alone and hope you'll see.
But you're far, far and gone.
Still I wait for your return.
I need you here close by my side.
I need somewhere to run and hide.
The world is against me and I am alone.
Without you here I have no home.
Please see this light and hear my plea.
Oh please, my love, come back to me.
Come back and hold me in your arms.
Keep me safe from every harm.
And when the darkness has all passed,
You will stay here, home at last.
The candle's light is nearly gone,
And I fear my life is almost done.
But you'll return before the end,
My long true love, my lasting friend.
Like pinned butterfliesUnderneath the screams lie echoes of a destructive yet beautiful dismemberment.Like pinned butterflies4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The clown prince can almost literally feel the ripping of Harley's metaphorical wings as he scratches down her back.
Little bits of good forever stuck under his nails.
Blue adoring eyes stare up at the one monster that destroyed her life yet breathed a whole new one into her lips like a gun to a suicide victim. Harley can taste blood on her lips but then again it can be war paint.
Her heart beats like gun shouts and Joker slides another bullet into her mouth with his tongue. Something about mad love that no one knows.
Nobody can cure a maniac
Especially a murderous like love.
Harley is still young to this new form of viewing the world. Like a lost puppy fending for food and getting her bearings. He speaks in such a way that the old her sometimes screams back at her, she begs for this clown princess to remember who she is and that she still has hope but the clown princess paints her lips midnight and hushes
Fear and Madness - Epilogue 'You can do this,' he kept telling himself. 'You can do this 'Fear and Madness - Epilogue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lord, how his nerves were shot. Jonathan Crane stood on the doorstep of Jervis Tetch's current house, as he had been for the past ten minutes, simply staring at the threshold with discouraged eyes, wringing his hands together nervously.
He heaved a tired sigh as he turned to leave again. He hadn't taken more than three steps before he came to a stop, frustrated and embarrassed by his own cowardice. 'It's just Jervis, for Christ's sake!' he scolded himself internally. He turned back around, giving the threshold an offended and angry look. He marched to the doorstep with new purpose, but with each step forward, his confidence dissolved. He found himself staring at the door again.
With a disgruntled growl, he ran a hand through his auburn hair. He rubbed the back of his stiff neck with a thin hand. He hadn't slept a wink the night before. Instead, he
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
Bat Rogues React to TwilightScarecrow: Actually, the fact that teenage girls swarm to these books is not surprising. There's a distressing prevalence in society of the misconception that a romantic partner's jealousy and desire for control is directly proportional to the intensity of the jealous partner's affections. I think Harley could tell us otherwiseBat Rogues React to Twilight5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harley Quinn: (sighs) Believe it or not, having a relationship that intense is not as glamorous as it sounds.
Poison Ivy: THEY KILLED TREES TO PRINT THIS SEXIST GARBAGE!?!?
Scarecrow (again): And the fact that older women sometimes enjoy them is also not surprising, considering the so-called plot seems to revolve around Meyer finding as many excuses as possible to get her attractive male love interests to the protagonist shirtless (or more) in harmless, non-sexual contexts that allow middle-aged mothers to drool without worrying about the chastity of their own teenaged daughters
Mad Hatter: Jacob imprints on a baby? I find that simply appalling.