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AA: Bloody Madness Chapter one"So what are we doing again?"AA: Bloody Madness Chapter one by ~mysterylance99
The Joker sighed, rubbing a gloved hand against his forehead at the stupid comment, made by Cherry Bomb. How many times had he explained what they were doing? How many times had he explained the vital importance of what they were doing?
Honestly, some people well, it was to be expected, wasn't it?
"As I have said countless times, Ms.Bonham, We are going to go down to the basement to meet an old inmate of the Asylum "
"Yeah, but the only inmate down there is Croc, and why the hell would we need him?"
An inmate rudely interrupted him.
The Joker stopped in his tracks, and paused in thought. If

A.A: Bloody madness: prolouge" The calculated losses of the last escape are still unknown, do you really think it is wise to move them again, when I can clearly point out..."A.A: Bloody madness: prolouge by ~mysterylance99
The Joker sat and listened to these inane staff members rambling about nothing. Nothing and the chaos he caused in the last escape of Arkham Asylum. Oh, that was fun. The delicious chaos he got from it was just too exquisite. The Joker scratched at the orange jumpsuit he had been made to wear. He despised it. He hated every moment of wearing it. But not long not long now until he could have his own clothing back.
He looked around the hall, at the few inmates who were sitting there star

Oneshot: Sons Of War The rain always fell heavy in Gotham City, but on this day, it fell heavier and harder than it had in years. It hammered and drummed on the surface of so many black umbrellas, gathered in a cluster around the mohagony casket in solemn mourning.Oneshot: Sons Of War by *Yoruhoshi
The coffin was small, too small for an adult, and this added to the deep sense of loss that lodged itself within the hearts of those present. Almost everyone had stepped forward already to pay their respects, then resumed position, heads bowed and hands folded. A few faces were cast down, rivers of tears running silent down their cheeks, while others were raised, dry but cold, pain shining brightl
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