Sionis's GirlSionis's Girl by Tarnisis
It was getting late as Kristina Moran- right hand woman of the Mob Boss Black Mask- embraced the chilly winter night. The woman shivered slightly as she pulled her silk wrap more securely around her bare shoulders, and let her light blue eyes take in the world that moved unbridled around her.
Though it was quite cold outside and the sun had already set on Gotham, the streets were alive with countless faces and stories. It was an unofficial fact that Gotham City never slept, but if one were in need of proof it would have been found here. Each alleyway and gutter, each car and fire hydrant, all the many faces of the passing masses: they all told the Metropolis’s story. True, this tale was more often than not unpleasant or unsavory; but it didn’t make it any less real or alive. And to Kristina (or Nightmare) this was more beautiful than any fairytale; especially when she had almost lost it.
Blood and DollsPrompt 17 : BloodBlood and Dolls by EveApplefield
Those were always the best nights. Those where she would dance like a tramp, drink too much vodka and puke her insides, wear skyscraper heels and dance until she could feel her feet anymore. The next day she'd wake up with a splitting headache, bloody toes, her body tired, her ears slightly deaf and the acid taste of puke in her mouth. But she'd be happy.
" Ash ?"
Karla's whisper interrupted her thoughts. With a weary sigh she stopped dreaming and started moping anew, the wet rhythmic sound against the tiles replacing the illusory music.
Her red haired partner-in-suffering looked above her shoulder, perfectly manicured hands clenching her sponge and spilling some water on the operating table.
" Do you..." she looked toward the door again and lowered her voice "Do you think he'll ever..."
They both stayed silent, trying not to face each other. The pink haired mook looked at all the blood that covered almost every inch of the lab. The p
Georgia on my mind - Chapter 1Georgia on my mind - Chapter 1 by EveApplefield
Chapter 1 - A day in the life
On her eleventh year, Esther Rosemary Keeny walked home almost everyday.
For an hour she always followed the same path, from her school toward the North, bought some things on the way if someone asked her to, walked around the lake, ignoring the dogs barking at her, and after another half a hour walking through the fields of Lotham, Georgia, she was finally home. Normally she shouldn't have done that. Instead she was supposed to go where her mother worked, but the problem was that the pizzeria closed at midnight, so she had to stay alone in the basement for hours to wait for Karen to finish. Rosemary hated that place. At first her mother had protested and yelled after her, talking about kidnappings, pedophiles... She gave up after three weeks, because her daughter wasn't planning on breaking herself of that habit and Karen wasn't planning on doing anything apart from screaming. When she came back home in wintertime the sun was already down and in summertim
Riddlefam drabble: BoycrushRiddlefam drabble: Boycrush by Yoruhoshi
There were few people more frustrating in Gotham City than Robin.
Of course, that fact varied in the telling based upon who you asked the question, and how the question applied to them in particular. After all, different people found different individuals more annoying than the Boy Wonder, and he provided different frustrations across the board.
For Aaron Kachadorian, the self-styled 'Kwiz Kid', Robin provided him with more than one kind of frustration endlessly.
The young rogue-in-training was cooped up in his mentor's hideout again, in the less-than-entertaining company of Riddler's sorta-girlfriend-thing. Riddler and his other protégé—Mystery, the protégé, the gifted one, Miss Handpicked-To-Follow-In-Riddler's-Footsteps herself—had left only a little bit ago, to go pick something up. Aaron had heard mention of something that vaguely sounded like "Chinese night" before they vanished? Either way, he was stuck here
Contest!EDIT: I'm impatient so the deadline's being brought a month forward. Last minute entries need to be here before the MIDNIGHT EST on September 19th.Contest! by KestrelPhantomWitch
This contest is for the character designers out there. Basically, you need to take my OC, Scarlet Blade, and Klarion the Witch Boy and design their daughter. You can do whatever you like with the character as long as it makes sense. Below I'll give you possible hair and eye colours from Scarlet and Klarion. You can design her looks, give her a name and whatever else you like.
1st place: 5 drawings of the winner's choice, 40pts
2nd place: 3 drawings of the winner's choice, 30 pts
3rd place: 1 drawing of the winner's choice, 10 pts
All entries will be redrawn as a collaborative picture OR single pictures.
You may enter two entries maximum.
You may use a base or draw your own. (Reminder: you MUST follow the rules of any bases you use and please credit them.)
Any medium is al
Oneshot: Scarecrow Vs. ZsaszArkham Asylum. The name alone struck fear in even the most stalwart of men. Nevermind the fact it was home to some of the most dangerous criminally insane masterminds in the world. No, the fact that the majority of those inmates were experts at escaping the asylum's confines whenever they so pleased was what made Arkham so terrifying.Oneshot: Scarecrow Vs. Zsasz by Yoruhoshi
Of course, the added support of fear gas helped to put things a little over the edge as well.
The orderlies and the doctors present had given in to mad panic, and even the other inmates—at least, those who remained in their cells—cried out in terror, cowering to try to find safety from their worst nightmares. Jonathan Crane stalked the halls, immune to his own toxin via his mask's filter, savoring the discordant, hellish sounds of his test subjects. The screams were music to his ears, a wonderful symphony of unbridled human horror. But he couldn't stop to relish the sound for long; the Batman would doubtless
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