Having grown tired at his constant failed attempts at destroying planet Earth, Marvin decided to resign from the military and pursue his childhood dream of being a model for Zalvin Pine, a popular brand of armour favoured by the noblest houses of Mars.
Unfortunately, Marvin had as much success in his new career as he enjoyed in his last one and after months of constant rejections from various modelling agencies; growing more bitter as each day went by, he found himself turning to drink for solace.
Years of tension finally melted away as their lips met in a hungry embrace. Bitter exchanges of hurt and angry blows that bruised were instantly forgotten as two souls merged into one, for one delicious moment.
Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately for some, neither Batman nor Catwoman were aware of the hidden camera that recorded their very private and special moment, or the fact that it transmitted the images directly to an electronic billboard in the middle of Gotham Square. Not until the next morning at an rate.
If she even heard her come in, then Barbara gave no indication. Not that was unusual by any means. When Barbara was busy with something, be it hacking into a high security system or playing one of those stupid online games, the whole world could go to hell in a basket and she wouldn’t even know it – not unless there was a pop-up warning before hand, of course.
It wasn’t quite the welcome home Dinah had hoped for.
Slowly, and careful not to make a sound, Dinah crossed the room, coming to a stop mere centimetres from Barbara’s back.
The busy keyboard stilled, and time grinded to a halt….
Her heart in her throat, Dinah leaned forward, her breath warm on Barbara’s neck:
His visit to London had been perplexing to say the least. Upon introducing himself to others, smirks and mild guffaws were offered instead of warm smiles and handshakes; criminals, upon seeing him, laughed.
He didn’t understand it.
Until someone politely pointed out to him that in Britain, Impulse was a well-known deodorant for women.
“…And I got dibs on that painting, Eddie. So don’t go getting no funny ideas.”
The Riddler tried to nod, but it was rather difficult considering Harley currently had a fistful of his collar in her hands. “Fine. That’s fine.” He lied. “You take The Crying Clown by Darius and I take Sunset’s Song. It’s not a problem.”
Harley smiled. It wasn’t one of her nicer ones. “Sure,” she drawled. “Just like the last time, huh? And the time before that? I ain’t stupid, ya know.”
“Of course not,” Eddie replied smoothly. “What happened at Gotham Towers was a simple misunderstanding. I thought that you wanted me to have the contents of that safe; I thought you said you were going to hit another apartment. I’m sorry, I simply misheard you, my dear.”
Harley’s smile grew wider. More Joker than Harley Quinn, and for the first time since he’d known her, the Prince of Puzzlers started to become ever so slightly nervous about being in her presence. Perhaps he’d been pushing his luck too far. Still, it wasn’t his fault that Harley kept choosing the same targets as him. As coincidences went, it’d stopped being even remotely humorous a long time ago.
Harley pulled him closer, their bodies touching; the light in her eyes not quite her own. Eddie was suddenly very aware of the fact he given his henchman the evening off…and that Harley hadn’t. He found himself almost wishing that Batman would show up.
“Ya see, Riddler,” Harley began before snapping her mouth shut, her eyes widening in shock; the decidedly homicidal glint in her eyes vanishing as if it had never existed. Eddie remembered how to breathe.
Seconds ticked by.
“Um. Eddie?”
“Yes, Harley?” He squeaked.
“Do ya mind getting little Mr Happy under control? I’m tryin’ to scare you here.”
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Unfortunately, Marvin had as much success in his new career as he enjoyed in his last one and after months of constant rejections from various modelling agencies; growing more bitter as each day went by, he found himself turning to drink for solace.
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CRACK!!!!
Thank you!
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Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately for some, neither Batman nor Catwoman were aware of the hidden camera that recorded their very private and special moment, or the fact that it transmitted the images directly to an electronic billboard in the middle of Gotham Square. Not until the next morning at an rate.
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Second half? Holy s#$%!!!! That's was awesome!!
Thank you so much!! =D
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It wasn’t quite the welcome home Dinah had hoped for.
Slowly, and careful not to make a sound, Dinah crossed the room, coming to a stop mere centimetres from Barbara’s back.
The busy keyboard stilled, and time grinded to a halt….
Her heart in her throat, Dinah leaned forward, her breath warm on Barbara’s neck:
“I want to come back…if you’ll have me.”
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*cough*
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His visit to London had been perplexing to say the least. Upon introducing himself to others, smirks and mild guffaws were offered instead of warm smiles and handshakes; criminals, upon seeing him, laughed.
He didn’t understand it.
Until someone politely pointed out to him that in Britain, Impulse was a well-known deodorant for women.
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Sorry, I don't know the character that well.
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The Riddler tried to nod, but it was rather difficult considering Harley currently had a fistful of his collar in her hands. “Fine. That’s fine.” He lied. “You take The Crying Clown by Darius and I take Sunset’s Song. It’s not a problem.”
Harley smiled. It wasn’t one of her nicer ones. “Sure,” she drawled. “Just like the last time, huh? And the time before that? I ain’t stupid, ya know.”
“Of course not,” Eddie replied smoothly. “What happened at Gotham Towers was a simple misunderstanding. I thought that you wanted me to have the contents of that safe; I thought you said you were going to hit another apartment. I’m sorry, I simply misheard you, my dear.”
Harley’s smile grew wider. More Joker than Harley Quinn, and for the first time since he’d known her, the Prince of Puzzlers started to become ever so slightly nervous about being in her presence. Perhaps he’d been pushing his luck too far. Still, it wasn’t his fault that Harley kept choosing the same targets as him. As coincidences went, it’d stopped being even remotely humorous a long time ago.
Harley pulled him closer, their bodies touching; the light in her eyes not quite her own. Eddie was suddenly very aware of the fact he given his henchman the evening off…and that Harley hadn’t. He found himself almost wishing that Batman would show up.
“Ya see, Riddler,” Harley began before snapping her mouth shut, her eyes widening in shock; the decidedly homicidal glint in her eyes vanishing as if it had never existed. Eddie remembered how to breathe.
Seconds ticked by.
“Um. Eddie?”
“Yes, Harley?” He squeaked.
“Do ya mind getting little Mr Happy under control? I’m tryin’ to scare you here.”
“Sure, Harley. No Problem.”
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And I'm going to post this meme asap at my Journal as well, so you can ask me something in return *_*
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Mr. Happy made my day XD
Why don't you x-post it at
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