TertiusHuman
Broken Panda
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Shh! Be vewy, vewy quiet. It's wabbit season.
Soooo *chews sloppilly and loudly* What's up doc?
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Shh! Be vewy, vewy quiet. It's wabbit season.
So, hey. Spoiler warning.
As of last night, Lex Luthor has a self-duplicating henchwoman.
...huh.
Hahaha!
I see what you did there.
Duplicate Damsel.......... Not a good nod.........
Umm Chaz did you find a reality-bending notebook to write this in? Because your interests are bleeding into each other a lot lately.
As proud as I am of her off screen lending her channel to the wizard Shazam's powers to save the world, I also left her potentially embarassing herself with all sorts of imagined scenarios with an infamous aging billionaire playboy and I find that too funny to abandon.
Billie wondered if it was some kind of special sadistic person that had found the off-key and off-tempo rendition of "Take On Me" to be worthy of Wayne Corp elevators. It had been almost half an eternity since that karoake-filled sleepover with Ruby and she had tripped over all of the words, but she was still really sure that the song wasn't meant to sound like a kid stumbling over piano lessons. Maybe it was just this one elevator and Bruce Wayne liked subtly torturing his guests. That would certainly explain why this elevator was taking so long. She had already been in here long enough for her cheeks to cool from her embarassing conversation with that way too smiley employee and get bored. Then the boredom had morphed into irritation when she realized what she was listening to. Her feet hurt and she was intensely uncomfortable because, expensive or not, this kind of outfit didn't compare to worn in jeans and a t-shirt, but the elevator just kept going. Until suddenly it dinged that special note signifying that she had her arrived at her destination and the doors started to slide.
Mentally she began putting her game face back on, only to lose it when she saw what those sliding doors were reavealing. It was a forest, an expansive, carefully tended forest full of silver trees and an orange sky that almost looked like it was on fire, but only because she was used to seeing shades of blue when she looked up. The scenery was a surprise, but her life had been super weird for two decades now so she wasn't actually surprised to find her plans for the day thrown into the trash. Nor did she think to ignore fate's call, but stepped boldly out into the lush red grass, after taking her heels off, of course. Her life also usually involved the need to run at a moment's notice and a sprained ankle made for shit running.
"Mr. Tumnus?"
Apparently it's my turn with the reality bending notebook because (examples I wish I could link to but I'm guessing DC had him take down off his deviantart account) just got an OFFICIAL series.
I can at least say that it for sure contains an amazingly interesting origin story for Harley Quinn that puts major emphasis on her Dr. Quinzel roots and I have already pre-ordered my copy.
sometimes we wait long enough and the TARDIS brings back an old friend with a new face.
the heart still beats in twain, a longing resting in pain. Deaths final kiss never given, a whisper is the answer. Or a piece of glass that redirects the gaze.
a new name I carry, but the face is old.
if the story would commence I would be as bold
as to ask, would I be allowed to rejoin a tale untold?