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[ 9 out of 12 ] You all need Jesus

✾ and the X one

Why I chose my character.

So sometime in late 2013 twistedmidnightdreams started rewatching The Batman and made an RP blog for the Riddler and I got curious and ended up watching the series proper.

I was a bit surprised to find how... cute, and appealing I found the Batman himself. I sort of had the expectation that I'd find Bruce reasonably likeable but not as fascinating as his antagonists, yet I found myself thinking about him. A lot. Just analyzing his actions and feelings in my head. I ended up really loving his character, and I felt like I... understood him. A bit.

...This also combined with the fact that I'd been observing unriddling and co. for a while and thought "Man, they could use a good Batman." And I'd seen a few Batmans around, but they seemed a bit rare.

So I wanted to write about Batman. And there was a niche. So late one night when I was feeling impulsive, if a bit jittery about it, I made this blog.

A ship I can’t stand !!

Already answered this, but I'll also add in that the fact that Batman is a popular franchise and the internet being what it is, the fact there's probably Bruce/Alfred fic out there deeply saddens me.

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#14/10.

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Little drabbly thingy I wrote for the Jokers origin without actually giving him a backstory

Rain. That's what he felt. Wet cold pellets wetting his face and soaking his cloths. Cheeks. They throbbed...why were they throbbing? Without opening his eyes his hand traveled up to feel the knotted flesh. Ground. It was hard beneath his body. Why was he on the ground? Honestly he couldn't say. At one point or another he probably had a reason. Did it really matter? No he decided, no it really didn't matter. Despite the rain he could smell the city. It smelt musty and old. It was worn down and broken. Dull, lifeless, inanimate. It was like an old coloured movie. Slowly he rose from the filthy ground. He was wearing a brown overcoat and a worn pair of blue jeans...funny because he didn't remember putting those cloths on then again he didn't remember why he decided to lay down on the filthy ground either. There was really not point in sitting of course there was really no point in standing but the ground was quite uncomfortable. Without a sound the young man sat up. The sky above him rumbled and for the first time he noticed that he was both soaked and cold. Slowly he dragged his feet down the narrow alley. He felt like a zombie...maybe he was. That might explain why everything seemed so dull. Then again he wasn't craving brains. Well that thought threw the zombie theory out the window. As he turned a random corner the rain began to lighten up; in the distance light splashing could be heard. As it came closer he turned his head only to have a gun shoved in his face, as if it was supposed to be threatening. The majority of his head was covered but judging from the steadiness of his hand he'd done this before. In all honesty he didn't know what to make of this man. . "Empty you're pockets."Was he really so stupid as to try and rob someone who clearly didn't have a penny to his name . "Do it now!" apparently so. Anyone else might have been scared but you can't be scared to death when you're already dead. In fact he found himself taking a step forward. "Do it, come on. Don't make a threat if you aren't gonna carry it out." The blandness in his voice surprised even him. The other mans eyes flickered slightly- maybe it was the scars or maybe he realized that there was something seriously wrong with the man in front of him- then they hardened once more. . "Don't fuck with me! Empty 'em now!." Another step accompanied by the deep hope that the guys would have the balls to pull the trigger. For a second the wannabe robbers eyes wavered then a beakan of light flew from the sky. The man didn't even have time to cock his gun before he went down. The loud crunch of bone could be heard as his saviors fist connected with the assailants jaw. Why had this man saved him...and why the fuck was he dressed as a bat. This man, no not a man. It was clear by the determination in his movements that he was fighting for something beyond man. No, this symbol. Didn't he understand how pathetic the fight was? Didn't he realize that this dull dead city was beyond saving? Couldn't he see that saving one lone man was completely pointless in a population of seven billion. Apparently not because he didn't stop until the man was tied up securely and hung up on a pole as if that would serve as a warning. For a second the bat turned to him and there eyes met. Untold depth lay within. He knew, you could tell my the hardness in the pupils. And then he blinked and He was gone. It was crazy. Where had he come from? Who was he? And why had he left without saying goodbye or leaving his number. That was an awful way to end a first date. It was pathetic really. Whatever He was fighting for. It was a lost cause. Yet he beat on the wannabe assailant if he was really making a difference. He really thought that there was meaning in his actions. It was pathetically hilarious, a big joke. And for the first time he felt something bubble up, a wonderful euphoria. He looked up at the moon lit sky. A crack of thunder, a bolt of lightening. Some people say there's a man on the moon, all he saw was a bat. There's a bat on the moon. A giggle bubbled up, there was a bunny on the fucking moon. He laughed out loud. His scarred cheeks spread to their absolute limit. A bat. Laughter passed his lips, what a joke, a bunny. And like that he was whooping and howling until tears came to his eyes, because there was a god damn bat carved into the moon. His stomach cramped with pain but he continued to laugh, unable to stop. The screams of laughter and pain ricocheting off the walls. He felt something slip away, like a wisp of air, never saying goodbye. Gone...gone...gone...the bat hid behind a cloud... The Bat was the Joke and he was the Joker.

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