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Ehe, yeah..So this is my first attempt at writing a
fan fiction based on The Batman. I know its a little,
well..Weird, but I do happen to like the playful banter between
Catwoman and Ragdoll. Hey, out of his costume, Peter Merkel isnt a
half-bad looking guy. P
So yes, I wasnt quite sure how to begin this
little story, so I started from an odd spot. It might not flow very
well, but as I said, this is my first attempt with a fan fiction of
this genre. So, I hope you enjoy it. It might be a CatwomanxRagdoll
thing, just cause Im weird that way and I like the whole
rivalry and hate/hate becoming some demented form of infatuation..
I dont own the characters, obviously. And,
shockingly, this is the only story Ive ever done where I do not
drag in a character I created myself.
So yeah, without further ado, let the crappy story
begin! XD
Arkham Institution. No
asylum anymore. The sign blares brown and dull, emanating the cool
light of professional apathy, no dramatics. The place seemed
determined to combat its gothic-horror exterior and colorful
inhabitants by being as boring as possible inside. 11:00 in the
morning. Not the most interesting time to enter any sort of
confinement, walking in quietly in the middle of the morning. Better
to be dragged through darkness, eerily glowing lamps casting green
light on the sharp angles of your face, grimacing or grinning,
doesnt matter which, as long as the eyes are right – pupils
darting like a caught insect, listening to your own sounds and
basking in the barely masked fright-mist in the voices of the guards.
That was how it should
be. That was how the Joker always came inno, he wasnt the one.
The Joker entered proudly, madly, shoulders square even in his
straitjacket, lending the piece of rough cloth the vibrant feel of
his own outlandish attire. Wing-green hair plastered in a single
shaft, mouth stretched in the permanent upside-down triangle.
Interesting how the Jokers main instrument of terror was not his
hands, not even his eyes or voice but his smile.
So this is my first story…I wrote it like a bajillion years ago…so I dunno…reveiw if you want..flames no flames whatever just want some feedback!
Summary:
When Diana faints due to an illness she got after a mission, will Martin finally act mature and help figure out whats going on with his sister?
A young girl about 16 years of age, with long flowing brown hair absently walked down the hallways. Diana Lombard slowly, but surely, trudged her feet back to her dorm in Torrington Academy. Lately, she’s been feeling, a little out of it. Some dizzy spells, nausea, fever, etc. But today it seems to have gotten worse. She can barely walk! So she continued praying her feet would keep moving.
“Maybe, I should just lie down. Yeah that will work.” Diana always wanted to think this would work but she was lying. She already tried that. For the past 2 weeks. She would wake up and rush to the bathroom to throw up. She hated it! Afterwards, shed lay her head on the cold tile floor for the rest of the morning then eventually get up for her classes.
he Bat Signal lit the sky over Gotham City. On a hill just outside the city limits, Batman said, “Quickly, Boytoy Wonder. To the Batmobile. We have to get to police headquarters.”
Dildo the Boytoy Wonder wiped his mouth and stood. “What’s going on?”
Batman sighed. Why hadn’t the sidekick temp agency sent him someone with brains to fill in while Robin was on his Hedo vacation? “The Bat Signal is lit,” he explained, hoping he sounded more patient than he felt. “Commissioner Gordon needs us.”
“Oh. Who’s Commissioner Gordon again?”
Batman squelched the urge to throttle the Boytoy Wonder. “Just get in the car.”
As the Batmobile raced through the streets of Gotham, Dildo’s hand crept over the center console to Batman’s thigh. Batman knocked it away. “Not now. We have a crime to solve.”