

The Ripper TDATJ PT3THE RIPPER! PT3The Ripper TDATJ PT3
London; England; five blocks from white chapel; 1885
It was the middle of the night in the year eighteen-hundred-and-eighty-five of our lord. The Shaynas have landed in side of a small castle. There was only one of them that was permitted to leave and his jellyfish form billowed out of the bulbous ship and into the shadows of the castle. He was as black as a raven and had piercing yellow eyes. He was slowly sliding towards the door of the castle; he peeked out and saw some men walking down the cobble streets in front of the small castle. One was tall and well built with a beautiful black beard and bal


The Joke's on you Pt2 TDATJTHE JOKES ON YOU! Pt2 Gotham City Chicago 1988 The Heavenly Grounds coffee shop was a unique place; of that the Doctor was sure. There was a slow thumping bass line echoing through the room and people were sitting at tables coloured a bright green. There was a young boy doing magic tricks at the counter staring at a girl with blonde pig tails. She was reading a psychology text book and sipping a fizzy drink of some type. The boys name was Jack Napier and the girls name was Harleen Quinzell. She wouldnt give him the time of day; the world can change in the blink of an eye. The bass line stopped and a slThe Joke's on you Pt2 TDATJ


The Doctor and The Joker.Gotham City; Chicago 2009The Doctor and The Joker.
A whooshing sound is heard as a blue telephone box starts to fade into the light of the docks of Gotham. A hobo is sleeping next to it. When he hears the final thump he wakes up. "That wasn't 'ere 'alf an hour ago," he mused before rolling over and falling into the lake of Gotham. He splashes around as a laughing man steps out of the phone box. The homeless man was right neither had been there half an hour ago. Though they had over ten years previous. He leaped into the water and grabbed the homeless man by the shoulders and pulled him back to the docks and taking him out of the water. "Thanks," the hobo


Summer HeatThe summer heat was always oppressive, but some nights were nearly unbearable. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew he had no choice, Rorschach would have let the heat get to him. After all, he was wearing such thick layers, and the mask barely allowed his face to breathe, but the heat didn't stop the criminals and scum from coming out and reminding him why he had no choice.Summer Heat
Rorschach's Journal, June 17th, 1964
I have not found much to do lately. It seems that the heat has been keeping everyone indoors, keeping them away from the lure of the streets. The streets are almost empty in comparison to the spring. Even th
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Nimm meine hand, ich lass dich nie mehr allein,
Komm, tauch mit mir, en die ewigkeit ein....
~Für Immer~
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