Fan Fiction
Dynasty: A Batman Tale Part 18
NOW The fog hovering over Gotham Harbor was dancing in colored light as the Gotham Police and Harbor Patrol boats were surrounding the Antarctica. Penguin was pacing back and forth his chalice in one hand, his extended cigarette in the other. In a few moments Ivy would be in police custody and if she had any additional information now was the time to retrieve it. He needed to find out why they disappeared. Penguin feared now that Joker had returned, the past might have returned with him. The murder of the Mad Hatter Jervis Tetch may be proof that it did.
By Jarad Mann4 years ago in Fiction
Dynasty: A Batman Tale Part 23
NOW The gateway into Gotham Harbor, surrounded by mosaic walls of sharp edged rocks and death defying cliffs allows room for only one freighter to enter or exit the bay at a time. On the southern side of the perilous oceanic entrance, high above the waterline stands Kraken’s Lighthouse. The monolithic lantern is the oldest, tallest and longest continually running beacon in the country, its massive twelve foot bulb radiates light around the channel from Gotham Harbor to the Atlantic every sixty-seconds.
By Jarad Mann4 years ago in Fiction
Dynasty: A Batman Tale Part 21
NOW Edward hated wearing the gas mask, he still had bouts with claustrophobia, and he had already been stretching his limits all the way down here beneath Gotham. Basil insisted that the best way to subdue all their hired help was with gas. Instead of informing their workers they had finished, Basil and Edward watched as the men one by one dropped where they stood. The explosives were in place. The detonators were wired. Now it’s time to clean up all the loose ends. Edward was looking forward to carrying out Joker’s plan of leveling the city and creating their own dominion.
By Jarad Mann4 years ago in Fiction
Dynasty: A Batman Tale Part 22
NOW Murdering the Jervis Tetch was fresh in Harley Quinn’s mind. She couldn’t help but smile, the satisfaction from killing him was overwhelming. She blamed Tetch for the debacle responsible for Joker’s coma, but decided best to not act on her impulses until once Joker was awake and able to give his blessing. She had had plenty of time to replay the events of that dreadful day during her stay at the Elliot Mansion. In her head the memory was vivid and conclusive, Jervis walked in with a duffle bag, he placed it under the center table in which she and Joker were standing around then, BOOM! The force from the detonation had sent everyone in the room flying. Harley was certain there could be no other explanation. It had to be Tetch!
By Jarad Mann4 years ago in Fiction
Dynasty: A Batman Tale Part 17
NOW Any other time, keeping his eyes closed after regaining consciousness wouldn’t be difficult for Tim Drake. However, the electric current continuously shocking his body left him no choice. His eyes flashed open as he exhaled an agonizing scream. The shock lasted only seconds, but the residual pain continued long after. At first everything was still blurry. Need to focus. Where the hell Am I? Gradually the darkness lessened. Tim was able to make out circles of light on the floor in front of him. He quickly accessed his surroundings. He was in a large empty warehouse with continuous rows of hanging lamps, all which were slowly swaying from side to side. I’m near the water. Tim could taste the salt in the air.
By Jarad Mann4 years ago in Fiction
Dynasty: A Batman Tale Part 16
NOW Alfred had not had the pleasure of watching Bruce and Dick work together for quite some time, his only wish that it were under different circumstances. As the two of them devised their plan to rescue Tim and save the city, Alfred felt a lump in his throat. They used to be so close. They’re more like each other than they realize. The pain accumulated throughout the years for most would be unbearable, between the war on crime Bruce waged as Batman, and the lives they had all led together at Wayne Manor, Alfred, however, was made from different stock. As caretaker of Wayne Manor, Alfred Pennyworth remained an unyielding constant, a center firmly planted for Bruce, Dick and Tim and at one time even Jason.
By Jarad Mann4 years ago in Fiction
Dynasty: A Batman Tale Part 19
NOW The wind chill slapping the commissioner in the face had caused the spraying mist from Gotham Harbor to freeze in his mustache while racing out to the Antarctica. His horn-rimmed glasses needed to be continuously wiped just so he could see. Not that it mattered, the fog was too thick and only the red and blue lights from his police boat twirling in the surrounding clouds were visible. Jim Gordon was leading a team of Gotham’s finest to take Pamela Isley or as she preferred, Poison Ivy into custody.
By Jarad Mann4 years ago in Fiction
Eastbound Through Iowa
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By Jamey O'Donnell4 years ago in Fiction
Dynasty: A Batman Tale Part 12
NOW To Jim Gordon, a rain storm in Gotham felt like GOD’s tears falling from the heavens. Jim watched the ponderous raindrops ricocheting off the bright searchlight aimed up at the night sky. The droplets sizzling as they bounced off the incandescent light, the sound tinging off the metal bat silhouette at its center. The Commissioner was able to stay dry by standing underneath a small awning just next to the roof access door. He wanted to grab a quick moment for himself, take a few puffs from his chewed up stogie before heading in to address the troops. Gordon had spent the past few hours reading and rereading all the reports and witness statements regarding the incident at Freeze. After combing through all the accounts and watching the video from the surveillance cameras, Jim dreaded the road the evidence was leading him down. Jesus Christ! Can he be back after all this time? Damn it, I always knew this day would come.
By Jarad Mann4 years ago in Fiction
Dwayne Meets Kim
I'll set the scene for you. It's the 80's on Hillman College campus. We're in the Pit...of hell. Just kidding, it's actually just the campus cafeteria. It is the start of a fresh new year. The hub is buzzing with bored Seniors; counting down the days til graduation. Already stressed out Juniors; who still have yet to pick a major and a career path. Lazy yet motivated sophomores who foolishly think there is plenty of time for the rest of life. Then there are the overly zealous and terrified Freshman. Fear leaves a special twinkle in their eyes.
By Amanda Black4 years ago in Fiction
A Load of Bull
We had tracked our target down by word of mouth from a tavern patron at a nearby town directing us to these ruins, but things had gone bad. I'm not even sure how things could be much worse, other than the fact that the mad sorcerer had attempted to turn me into a steaming pile of bull dung and failed. Instead he managed to turn me into the bovine itself, and for that, at least, I am thankful. However, things did manage to get worse.
By Adam Carden4 years ago in Fiction
