Here it is, the intro of my character!! Arkham Asylum, Gotham City, June 17, 2011 The large stone wall ruptured under the force of the explosion and the surrounding area was covered in smoke. A man, slim and tall walked through the smoke, he wore a purple pinstripe suit and underneath it, a yellow shirt with green polka dots, around his neck was a green bowtie and a sickening grin spread across his face. His face wasn’t normal, it was completely white, and this man’s hair, it was green. One would compare his looks to a clown. He casually walked through the debris that the explosion caused and started laughing sadistically. “I’m back!” He said with a wicked tone. But then, just as he had finished his sentence a large man dropped behind him, clad in a costume of sorts, actually it was more like armour, black armour, and he had the white man around the neck before he even knew what hit him. A piece of black titanium was in the large man in black armour’s hand, it was in the shape of a bat. Then, loud sirens flooded the area and more than a dozen police cars surrounded the white man. “Batman, we’ll take it from here” shouted one of the police officers. The large man in black armour, whose name apparently was Batman let the white man go and he collapsed to the floor. A volley of shots was fired into this white man and he was left for dead. 5 days later A mysterious figure approached the body of a man in the morgue of the police station; he held his hand above the corpse and from the hand emerged a light blue shine that was encapsulated by the corpse. The corpse rose stiffly, probably due to his muscles contracted after his death, and the mysterious figure vanished with a flash. “Well that was weird, anyway, time to kill Bats” the now reanimated corpse laughed and found a handgun on the floor where the figure disappeared, he picked it up and put it in his jacket pocket. Later on that evening a distress call was made and Batman hurried to the scene where a man with a clown mask had been shot and killed, Batman walked up to it a crouched beside it to look for evidence, then the reanimated corpse walked up silently behind him and shot him clean through the head. The killer laughed “Well that was easy, shows him for trying to kill The Joker!” 26 hours later The Joker walked through the streets of Gotham confidently when a light appeared in front of him, it was the mysterious figure, he grabbed The Joker and disappeared again. They appeared in London, England, just outside the houses of parliament and Big Ben. The mysterious figure simply let The Joker go and vanished again. “What a weird man, and where am I?!” A black man walked up to The Joker and held a knife to his neck. “Give me your money!” he said in a typical South London accent, although he wasn’t in South London. “How dare you! Do you know who I am?!” Then, as The Joker said this flames appeared in his hand and balls of fire shot into the black man, killing him instantly. “Ooooh, how very interesting!” The Joker cackled and walked off.
Okay then. I'll be reading but mostly hiding in the corner. Does that mean I'm a bad writer, Otto? >.<
What? When did I ever call anyone in particular bad? No, you wrote Running, remember? That and Naomi's Shipwrecked were two of the best stories I've ever read on PIMD.