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Batman: Feelgood Medicine Chapter 1The man ran through the alleyways of Gotham, panting and sweating. His eyes were wild with fear. His clothes were ripped to shreds. He didn't know what went wrong. A few hours ago, he had been fulfilling his dream of being a playboy. Girls encircling his arms and filling his bed, champagne by the bottle, the best tables...now he was back to being an accountant and the Doctor was coming to get payment for the bill.More Like This
"I know I have a few more tablets!" the man swore, scrambling through his pockets for a bottle, a capsule, a baggie of the drug that made his confident, that opened doors for him. He tripped over a garbage can and fell head over he
Batman: Duality of ChoiceArkham Asylum. The voices of the mad and the damned ring through the halls. Aaron Cash, head of Security, walk through the hallwayMore Like This
Cash: Five minutes until lights out!
Joker: Oh come on Cash, Im not done with my solitaire yet!
Cash: You're lucky that you're allowed cards at all, Joker.
Joker: Is someone still a bit butthurt that Harv escaped?
Cash waves a hook at Joker from the other side of the glass
Cash: Shut your mouth.
Joker: No co-operation, no co-operation at all
Then two low thuds are heard, the ground shakes
Cash: What was that?
Joker: Croc farting?
Joker titters
Joker: Now where's the smell, oh there it is
Cash sniffs
Nightwing/Robin: Boys' Day OutSam is sitting in his room, sighing. He pets Barkley while doing his homework.More Like This
Sam: *sigh* Wish Joey didn't have to go to Central City to show their police how the new WayneTech forensic lab equipment.
Barkley: Woof!
Sam: I know, I know Bruce also sent him to work with the Flash again....
Alfred: (off panel) Man has poor eating etiquette
Sam turns to see Alfred
Sam: Oh, hey Alfred. Just doing the homework you gave me.
Alfred: Indeed, you made a calculative error on question three
Sam: Huh? *looks* OH! *corrects it* Is it dinner yet? Or is something going on?
Alfred: Everything is in order, nothing to worry about
Sam: Is that all?
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