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"Cake…"
"TeA…"
"…Cake…"
"tEa."
"…cake…"
"TeA…"
"…Cake…"
"tEa."
"Cake!"
"TeA…!"
"RIDDLE ME THIS, CAN YOU BOTH SHUT UP?! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!!!"
"TeA…"
"…Cake…"
"tEa."
"…cake…"
"TeA…"
"…Cake…"
"tEa."
"Cake!"
"TeA…!"
"RIDDLE ME THIS, CAN YOU BOTH SHUT UP?! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!!!"
Literature
Flipping Out
Harvey Dent/ Two-Face growled viciously to himself, clenching and unclenching his fists.
He wanted to destroy something. Or did he?
He couldn't decide because, last night, the inevitable had happened. Dr. Stephen had take found his coin and decided it was against his therapy.
Even Big Bad Harv hadn't been a match for seven guards.
Now, he was sitting, gritting his teeth, unsure if he should stay still or attack someone in rage, when a soft voice at his elbow broke his already frayed concentration.
"Um…Harv?"
Harvey whirled on the person, both eyes blazing. Who dared to-
A smaller, red-haired man with bright green eyes and a spatte
Literature
Retributions
Aaron Cash did not consider himself to be an overly complicated person.
He was a guard at Arkham Asylum, working to subdue and rehabilitate the infamous rogues gallery of Gotham City.
Although, sometimes he wondered why he bothered.
Take, for instance, that wonderful day when Killer Croc had decided to bite his right arm off, just below the elbow.
It had taken weeks of intensive physical, as well as mental, therapy to get him back to his usual self, and even then he'd needed to learn to write with his left hand and use the hook the doctor had given him for his right. Not to mention that when he finally became convinced that he needed to g
Literature
Curiouser and Curiouser
It was a typical night. This was where street flooded into street into concrete and destruction until everything was just a labyrinthine agglomeration of black, brown, and crimson. The products of the successful met the misery of the masses, until it formed a city that limped along, hardly functioning and yet, ultimately and undeniably there. This was Gotham City.
Jonathan Crane stepped from the doorway of Arkham Asylum. He paused and placed his dark briefcase on the landing before pulling his wool overcoat tighter around him. He picked up his briefcase and gripped it tightly as he strode down the sidewalk, a minuscule figure in the shadows,
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Poor Eddie is in the cell between Jon's and Jervis'......poor Eddie
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The only way Jonathan Crane would get in such a childish argument with Jervis Tech is if he's high.