Fear and Madness It was surprisingly quiet in Professor Crane's home, considering a certain guest had come over, ranting about how long it had been since they had shared a pot of tea.
Jonathan Crane looked up for a moment from the various chemicals he had scattered across the counter of his workspace and glanced over his thin shoulders at the sofa beyond the doorway. He was mildly surprised when he saw the familiar sandy-colored hair peeking around the back of the sofa. More than that, however, he was a bit irked. Jervis Tetch was showing a remarkable amount of patience today When the Mad Hatter had arrived three hours ago, Crane instantly tried to shoo him away. The stubbornness between the two was to be admired, considering how unstable they were. After a great deal of failed attempts to rid himself of the tea-loving man, Crane apparently gave in.
'When I'm finished with my work, we'll have tea,' Jonathan had said with a great sigh of defeat
From Hell - SolitaryThe light was always sparse in Bedlam. Concrete walls with barred windows tolerated little sun in the already gloomy atmosphere. But in the solitary confinement cells, patients had not even the courtesy of a hole in the wall. The only light available to cast the eerie shadows over the maniacs through the cell bars came from the tiny candle held comfortably in the fingers of Dr. Adam Younge.
Being met with outstretched hands and senseless babbling in an imaginary tongue was surprisingly uneventful for the good doctor. When one works in such an environment, one must become desensitized. Especially if one particularly enjoys one's line of work. And Dr. Younge did so love his work! And tonight he was visiting his favorite pet project.
"Good evening, Mr. Mihail," he greeted with a cheerful, soothing voice. "How are we this lovely day?"
There was no answer at first. The only indication that the cell was inhabited was the dark shadow of a figure slumped over in the dingy corner. As Acheros pe
It was early in the morning of the first day of April when Hermes came upon his father lying in fitful slumber beneath an old oak tree. The youthful God had been sauntering along the meadows of Mount Olympus, footloose and fancy-free, when his keen eyes caught a golden glimmer beneath the tree.
Silent as the thief he was, Hermes snuck closer, willing his winged sandals to stop their usual flapping, hoping to find abandoned or lost treasures. Upon reaching the shadow of the tree, he saw instead that the golden glimmer was Zeus' spectacular toga made from rays of sunshine, a gift from Hermes' elder half-brother, Apollo.
"Oh, it's only you, Dad," Hermes said disappointed, dropping to the ground beside the old God. When his father did not reply, Hermes turned to look and was surprised to see that Zeus was muttering in his sleep about "eyes, so many eyes I cannot sleep" and waving his arms about like a helpless infant. Zeus' brow was knotted with fear and w
Asylum - Ch. 1Asylum
I do not own any of the named characters present. They all belong to DC Comics. This was written purely for fun.
asylum: 1. a psychiatric hospital; 2. a shelter
The ride to Arkham Asylum always felt surreal when he wasn't driving the Batmobile. Bruce Wayne came here enough as his vigilante secret identity, hauling the escaped convicts back through the revolving doors of the rehabilitation center/prison. Not many people made the drive, aside from cops and the occasional reporter for a story.
This wasn't a business trip.
The sleek Lamborghini rounded the final curve before slowing to a stop at the massive iron gates. Bruce leaned out of the window and pressed the intercom button on a small speaker next to the entrance. He waited, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and allowing his eyes to roll
Welcome to Arkham Ch. 4Welcome to Arkham
I do not own Jervis Tetch (aka The Mad Hatter), Alice Pleasance, or her boyfriend Billy. They belong to DC Comics. Dr. Myers is mine. All the other named characters present also belong to DC Comics. Quotations are all from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. This was written purely for fun.
Chapter Four: Sentence First
Lord, he felt ill. The past week (or from what he could tell, it had been a week; he wasn't sure how much time had passed) had dragged on. His time in solitary confinement was interrupted only by the guards who would haul him off to an unwanted session with Dr. Myers. In the meantime, Jervis Tetch was stuck in silence, only broken by his loose sputtering of Lewis Carroll.
And now, he was sitting between two heavyset guards in a courtroom. If Arkham didn't make him anxious, the court of law certain
I leave the realm of sleep to be greeted by the winter cold and my grumbling stomach.
It’s been over a week since I last ate anything… and even then it was just some mushrooms that felt as though I’d swallowed a venomous eel. I rise slowly, shake the snowflakes off of my pelt, savoring the warmth that comes from movement, blood flowing through my veins once more.
I can’t make a fire. Even if I had something more useful than my bulky, clawed hands, I don’t know how to do it. Servants always made my fires back home.
My stomach gurgles and dull pains emanate through my body like an echo inside an empty cavern. Food… always on my mind, even haunting my dreams. I remember just two moons ago, back when it was still fall, the harvest season. Drink overflowed from full cups, food tumbled to the floor to be eaten by hounds for lack of table space, fires burned day and night, and all was right with th