Who you gonna call? - Arkham Knight by temarcia, literature
Literature
Who you gonna call? - Arkham Knight
The situation felt awfully familiar – the blindfold, the chair, the cuffs around his wrists and ankles, something ticklish wrapped around his neck – it all felt like a good, old deja vu, just the last time it hadn't been him who had been abducted and kept trapped in the exact same manner, the last time it had been...
“Oh, cut the act, Eddie. I know you're not sleeping.”
...Catwoman!
“We have a game to play and I don't have all night.”
He tugged at his restraints but as expected, they held him down quite efficiently. He couldn't see a thing but inside his head he was able to picture Selina Kyle's smirkin
Heart of Winter - Batman TAS by temarcia, literature
Literature
Heart of Winter - Batman TAS
A pair of yellow headlights slid upon the dark street as a limousine parked in an empty alley near the Gotham Opera House. The driver – a tall man with a winter coat, came out of the car to open the passenger-side door. Then, another man stepped out; as soon as his shiny shoe touched the pavement he opened an umbrella to cover himself from the falling snow.
The man with the umbrella walked on the frozen sidewalk but not to the opera house, no, he strolled to the nearest corner and paused. From the inner pocket of his thick, furry coat he pulled out a cigarette, lit it and took a draw. The headlights made his shadow longer than it reall
Sympathy for a genius - Arkham Knight by temarcia, literature
Literature
Sympathy for a genius - Arkham Knight
"Even a genius needs a break sometimes," Edward told the unassembled robot, his voice almost apologetic. The motionless mechanism didn't answer, of course, but Riddler felt like he was being excused.
He had intended to finish the new design this weekend, he really had, but it was almost 6 p.m. now and he hadn't slept since yesterday. He couldn't think clearly anymore, that much had become rather obvious when he had mistaken a flask of acetone for his bottle of water and almost drank it.
He needed some rest. The robot on his desk could wait 'till tomorrow, it was not like Batman would come crashing the party.
“Computer, sleep mode,