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Harley quinn X Joker with Crucified Fear
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Crucified Fear
Not quite human
It sounds metal as fuck. \m/(>.<)\m/
everfree
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Oh wow it really does now that you say it! xD
Crucified Fear
Not quite human
So. How should it start?
everfree
New Member
I dont know I am sorry!
Crucified Fear
Not quite human
I can start then I guess. Hope you don't mind if I wing it.
Crucified Fear
Not quite human
Then...
The death of Batman took the world by storm. Flags flew at half mast and memorials went up from coast to coast. Almost as shocking as the Dark Knights death was the revelation that billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne was the man behind the mask for all these years. Damian Wayne has since taken up the mantle for Wayne Enterprises, but served as little more than a glorified spokesman for the Board of Directors.
Nightwing, Robin and Oracle have been no where in sight. Only Jason Todd has been on the streets to exact his own brutal version of Justice as the Red Hood.
Dark days have fallen on Gotham City.
With the bat out of the picture, and Arkham Asylum as isolated as it was, it didn't take long for the prisoners to overwhelm the guards. The uprising was orchestrated by none other than Gothams Clown Prince of Crime, using Harley Quinn's encyclopedic knowledge of the Asylum. Joker murdered and maimed anyone with a badge or who posed a threat to his leadership.
Authorities and the rogue gallery alike soon fell in line to the mad man's whim. Arkham became a fortress of horrors, uniformed corpses strung up at the entrance, gaping slashes ripping up from the corners of their lips, forming sick parodies of smiles on their paling faces.
Now...[in one of Arkhams courtyards]
The rain and thunder poured down in deluge.
"Let her go you FREAK!" roared Harvey Dent. The only response to such a demand was a shrill shriek of laughter. Joker wrapped an arm around Ivy's bare stomach pressing himself to her.
"Oh, I don't know Harvey. I kind of like her," his tongue lolled out of his mouth, the tip running along Ivys jawline, leaving her to do nothing but recoil in disgust, "besides you have bigger problems showing your faces here without what I asked for." Joker grinned placing the oversized barrel of his revolver against Ivy's head.
"Now what would little Rory Dent do knowing his daddy got his mommy turned into compost?" Joker shrieked again with laughter. He could see the anger boil in Harvey's face at the mention of Ivy and his toddler son.
"Please," Dent pleaded, "I can't do what you ask. I'm not a D.A. anymore. I don't have access to those files! The bats dead, isn't that what matters?!"
Joker sneered, thumbing back the hammer with a familiar click-clack.
"Only I was allowed to kill Batman, Harvey ol' boy..Someone grossly overstepped their boundaries and will Have to be taught a lesson. Now you find a way to bring me the police reports, or I'll make sure your little flower here is used as fertilizer. I want everything."
The death of Batman took the world by storm. Flags flew at half mast and memorials went up from coast to coast. Almost as shocking as the Dark Knights death was the revelation that billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne was the man behind the mask for all these years. Damian Wayne has since taken up the mantle for Wayne Enterprises, but served as little more than a glorified spokesman for the Board of Directors.
Nightwing, Robin and Oracle have been no where in sight. Only Jason Todd has been on the streets to exact his own brutal version of Justice as the Red Hood.
Dark days have fallen on Gotham City.
With the bat out of the picture, and Arkham Asylum as isolated as it was, it didn't take long for the prisoners to overwhelm the guards. The uprising was orchestrated by none other than Gothams Clown Prince of Crime, using Harley Quinn's encyclopedic knowledge of the Asylum. Joker murdered and maimed anyone with a badge or who posed a threat to his leadership.
Authorities and the rogue gallery alike soon fell in line to the mad man's whim. Arkham became a fortress of horrors, uniformed corpses strung up at the entrance, gaping slashes ripping up from the corners of their lips, forming sick parodies of smiles on their paling faces.
Now...[in one of Arkhams courtyards]
The rain and thunder poured down in deluge.
"Let her go you FREAK!" roared Harvey Dent. The only response to such a demand was a shrill shriek of laughter. Joker wrapped an arm around Ivy's bare stomach pressing himself to her.
"Oh, I don't know Harvey. I kind of like her," his tongue lolled out of his mouth, the tip running along Ivys jawline, leaving her to do nothing but recoil in disgust, "besides you have bigger problems showing your faces here without what I asked for." Joker grinned placing the oversized barrel of his revolver against Ivy's head.
"Now what would little Rory Dent do knowing his daddy got his mommy turned into compost?" Joker shrieked again with laughter. He could see the anger boil in Harvey's face at the mention of Ivy and his toddler son.
"Please," Dent pleaded, "I can't do what you ask. I'm not a D.A. anymore. I don't have access to those files! The bats dead, isn't that what matters?!"
Joker sneered, thumbing back the hammer with a familiar click-clack.
"Only I was allowed to kill Batman, Harvey ol' boy..Someone grossly overstepped their boundaries and will Have to be taught a lesson. Now you find a way to bring me the police reports, or I'll make sure your little flower here is used as fertilizer. I want everything."
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