I like this job. I like it...
It wasn't often that you'd find a pair of City Guards stationed outside a hospital room. The oddity of it was obvious to anyone with eyes; the hallway seemed too narrow, doctors and nurses lingered a little longer than usual, when they passed...
Never too long, of course, because the earth pony that stood at attention in front of the door was very big (and so very intimidating as well), and the unicorn sitting at his side would level a dangerous glare at anypony that didn't continue about their business.
Though that was as much a matter of her own poor mood as it was her protectiveness. And, unfortunately for her partner, she wasn't necessarily picky about how she expressed her irritation.
“We're wasting our time, here.”
Ironhoof sighed, because it was the third time she'd said it.
Except this time, instead of just leaving off to continue stewing, Haywire decided to elaborate. “Look, big guy. Featherbrain and his egotistical buddy have been on trying to track that thing for days, and every word is it skirted the bay right into the forest.” She grumbled, reaching up to adjust her helmet. “Either it's lost in the woods or sunk in the swamp. But it's not coming back here.”
“Better safe than sorry.”
She looked at her partner sideways, rolled her eyes. “We should be out finding it, big guy. Not sitting on our flanks while it keeps running.”
He grunted, glanced down. “Doesn't keep you from checking everypony that tries to get in.”
“Hey, I'm sick and tired of explosives getting sneaked past me.” She frowned, shot a quizzical look at the wall across from her. “Snuck?”
“Sneaken?”
An unwilling smile tugged at her lips, and she shook her head. “You're impossible.” The happy expression lasted for almost a full minute, a quiet, companionable silence settling in. But then there was another dark thought, and she scowled down at the floor. Scuffed a hoof on the tile. “...he's gonna be fine, right?”
Iron nodded. “The LT's a tough old nag.”
“Yeah, I know.” She gave the door a sullen look. “But he's still just a pony, y'know? And...I mean, I saw him, when they pulled him out of there.”
Silence.
“And...it's just, that thing? It's not just some...some wild animal. It was...smart. Really smart. I mean, it put together all those explosives with...just...things. Everyday...things.” Her brows drew together. “It put together a shaped charge to protect its door. I've only ever seen those in...in mining, or quarry work...”
“Smart's dangerous.”
Haywire snorted, and looked up again. “Yeah, you'd know all about that, huh?” He shot her the slightest smirk, rolling his shoulders with a soft clatter. “But it's not just smart, big guy. If it was just that, then we could...I dunno, talk to it. Or something. But...did you see the Lieutenant?”
“...evil.”
“Yeah...” She nodded. “Yeah, evil.”
“Need to stop thinking about it.” He shuffled, slightly, then leaned over to nudge her, lightly.
Or...relatively lightly. She wound up falling over in a tangle of limbs and a crash of copper plates. Shot him a glare when she finally scrambled to her hooves again.
“Uh...oops?”
His helmet clanged as she reared up to plant a hoof upside his head. His punishment meted out, she settled back down, the picture of wounded pride. “You're a menace.”
Iron's ears laid back as he sheepishly adjusted the helmet.
The quiet returned.
“I don't like it.”
Brightside looked up from the maps spread out in front of him. “Which part? Because none of it is what I'd call likeable.”
“You know what I mean.” Red Brass nudged a cold mug of coffee across the table. “None of it makes sense. None of it. And that makes even less sense.”
“You're talking in circles, Brass.”
Brass gave him a somber look. “That's what I'm saying.”
That gave Brightside pause. He took another careful look at the maps he'd been examining, then stood away from the table to approach the one that had been hung up. There wasn't any pattern...just one event after another...
“Shuffle a deck of cards. Is it random?”
“What do cards have to do with any of it?”
“It's just a thought.” Brightside shook his head, reached up to pull his helmet off and set it on the table. “But I think it's important...is it random?”
“I don't think so.” Brass looked thoughtful. “There's probably some kind of complicated way to figure out what order the cards are in. As long as you knew what order they were in to begin with.”
“That's what I figured...” A slow nod. “So that's what we're doing...trying to figure out what order the cards were in. If we're working under the assumption that it's not actually random, then there should be a pattern. Somewhere.”
“And we've been giving ourselves headaches trying to figure it out.”
“So far, yes.” Brightside heaved a sigh, settled back on his haunches. “This room is stifling. Remind me to talk to the Captain about redecorating.”
Brass snorted. “We've got some higher priorities here...”
“Yeah, I know...it'd be nice not to be dealing with mind-numbing surroundings while we're trying to solve an impossible puzzle.”
There were several minutes where the only sound was the soft rattle of armor and the crinkle of paper.
Red Brass was the first to speak, yet again.
“Maybe we need a new perspective.” He re-ordered the pile of reports in front of him. “The descriptions, some of the behavior...the thing's probably a carnivore-”
“Fruits and vegetables were stolen along with everything else.” Brightside pulled a nearby page toward himself, took a few moments to glance over it. “But it looks like there was some fish, too. Omnivore?”
“Yeah, well, that means predator behaviors, right?”
A nod. “You're thinking of bringing in a consultant?”
“Remember Grendel?”
“That griffin that helped break the Morning Star case, right?”
“That's the one.” Brass chewed his lip. “We keep in touch. He might be willing to help out.”
Brightside raised a brow. “You keep in touch?”
“What can I say? I have a taste for griffin board games. He's the only decent player I've ever run into.” Brass smirked. “We play sjakk by mail. He's in Manehatten, right now, two days travel, tops.”
“Write him, see if he'll swing by. I'll clear the consultation fee with the Captain...the Lieutenant laid up, he'll sign off on it just for the fresh eyes.”
Brass just nodded, taking up a pencil and spare scrap of paper. Brightside just kept turning the same old ideas over in his head, working in the new whenever he could. Red Brass finished his letter and left long enough to mail it, before returning to the cramped little room.
And Brightside really wasn't sure how he could stand coming back at all. Studying the same things over and over again was like pounding his head against the wall, and he was, frankly, quite sick of...it.
“...like pounding your head against the wall.”
“Huh?”
“It's just like pounding your head against the wall, Brass...we're trying to work backwards. Figure out what the plan might have been, based on what actually happened...”
“Like the cards, yeah, we've been over that.”
Brightside nodded, tapping a hoof lightly on the tabletop. “But we're just thinking in circles, and hitting dead ends...if we're sticking with the card metaphor, then what if we're wrong in assuming that the deck got shuffled?”
That earned him a confused look. “Y'lost me, buddy.”
“I'm saying...what if it looks so random because it really is?” He looked back up at the hanging map, his eyes wide. “What if, instead of shuffling the deck, the thing just threw it in the air and let it scatter?”
“So...so wait, what? That...doesn't make any sense. There'd be no point.”
“Exactly...exactly, exactly.” Brightside's expression twisted with distaste. “If I'm right, then there is no point. None.” He pushed the maps across the table, prodded each one in turn. “Just step, after step, after step...no goals, no pattern or scheme...just...”
“Random.”
“Yeah.”
“...that's not good.”
“I know.”
Brightside shook himself out, took up his helmet again. “I'm going to talk to the Captain.” A moment's pause to settle it on his head. “Round up your squad, see if you can track mine down, and tell them what we've come up with.”
“We got a game-plan?”
A strained, weary laugh. “Oh, I think I've got a plan.”
For a bunch of colorful little ponies, they were persistant.
“And here I was, thinking that this would get...boring.” Thinking...worrying, maybe. Watching them...eheh...chase their tails was just too good. And they did have tails, which made it even better.
The Joker adjusted his tie, picked up his dropped coat, and continued on through the brush.
Wilderness survival had never been a particular skill in his...repertoire, but improvisation was something that he was very good at. And really, how much 'skill' did someone need to know how to ditch a tail? It certainly didn't take any to know that if it bled then he could eat it.
Rabbit, he had decided, really did taste a little like chicken. Charred chicken, with little bits of fur that got caught in your teeth. He hadn't quite managed to skin the damned things with his stolen kitchen knives...and cooking over an open fire was really harder than it should have been. But he'd eaten worse, and the experience was definitely giving him ideas for some new...material.
It wasn't all...ha! 'Fun and games', though...no, those had to wait. For...three? No, four days, at least, he'd been slogging through woods and marshes, certain that he'd been going in circles until he'd finally come across a river.
That was easy enough to follow. And really...getting lost just made It easier to confuse your tail.
Unless they could fly. Which they could. Which meant that they just kept flying overhead, no doubt trying to catch a...a glimpse. Or a slip-up.
“But they won't.” He snickered, pushing through a tangle of thorns. “No they will not...”
They weren't a problem, in the long run. Not one bit. There weren't any problems. Just the next city, and the next gag...
He almost missed the flash of copper, high above, but something made him look up just in time.
Persistant.
Hiding in the shadow of a tree was surprisingly easy. And he stayed there, until the irritating little ponies had moved on. Carried on. Gone away.
“Hmph...” It hadn't been this much effort in Gotham. Nooo...no, there, it had been...simple. Very simple, to...shake things up. Here, though...big cities without a criminal element were normal. There weren't any...corrupt, greedy little snakes just standing around waiting to join the game.
Which made things...less simple.
“Ha! As if there's anything simple about, uh...a world full of color-ful, talking ponies.”
Complaining never helped anyone, though. In fact, it usually got them shot faster. “Heh...” With that...cheery thought, he started moving again. There would be something ahead...and hopefully it would be enough to alleviate his boredom.
Though, now that he considered it...maybe there was a way to do that...and solve a problem or two...
The room went quiet when Brightside trotted in, low murmurs fading into nothing. The majority of Lieutenant Steel's Guards, pulled from their normal patrols and the flagging investigation, and they were all anticipating whatever news would warrant that sort of change.
“Corporal Brass?”
“Everypony's here, but for the fliers. And they should be back in sometime tonight.” Red Brass nodded, waving a hoof at the others. “You gonna share your brilliant plan, now?”
“There isn't much to share...telling you all the plan isn't why you're here.” Brightside reached up to pull his helmet off, set it on the floor beside him as he shook his mane out. “The creature that perpetrated this fiasco is on the run. We don't know where it's going...and after a lot of thought, we can't even be sure it knows, either.”
“The thefts were for food and materials. But it didn't actually do anything with those materials except start fires in random spots all over the city. Kidnapping the Lieutenant...from what we saw, it didn't do anything except hurt him.” Brass shook his head. “It's all over the place, no rhyme or reason.”
“And you think it will stay that way.” Cross Stitch spoke up, looking more thoughtful than usual. “Meaning that it is, and will remain, an unpredictable danger.”
“Exactly.” Brightside gave a somber nod. “And from what we've been able to tell, it ran because we were closing in on it. It overreached in taking the Lieutenant, it must have known that. And it set traps, it hid whenever it could...it couldn't even hold onto a panicked pegasus. A civilian, hurt and half out of his wits.”
Haywire's grin was dangerous. “It's scared of the Guard. Has to be.”
“Not scared.” Ironhoof muttered. “Smart.”
“He's right.” Cross Stitch rubbed at his chin, nodding slowly. “Its intelligence cannot be questioned, at this point...and if it wishes to avoid the Guard, then it will most likely continue to do so.”
“But there are places that don't have a local force.” Brass pointed out, eyes narrowing as he considered Brightside. “The Guards in Manehatten would handle it fine, and if it went anywhere near Canterlot then it would have to contend with the cookie-cutters...”
“The Royal Guards,” Brightside leveled a glare at him for the comment, “would be more than capable of apprehending it. But you do see my point. If it finds its way into some small town somewhere...there won't be nearly as much reason for it not to start attacking more ponies.”
He took a deep breath. “Which is why I intend to follow it.”
It took a few seconds for the bit to drop, but when it did there was a sudden uproar. Uncertainty, fear, anger...only Red Brass stepping in kept Haywire and Cross Stitch from coming to blows. Considering their respective magical talents, it was probably a very good thing he did manage it.
“Quiet!” All eyes turned to Brightside again, and he pawed at the floor with obvious irritation. “I'm taking the both of you,” A pointed look at the unicorns, “and Ironhoof, along with a griffin consultant that should be here in the next couple of days. We're going to track this thing down and bring it in.”
“Yes!” Haywire stood up, squaring off like she was ready to charge off that second. “We'll throw that thing into Tartarus so hard, it won't know which way is up!”
Cross Stitch winced, taking a careful step away from her. “Corporal, you cannot be serious. Jurisdiction alone would be an insurmountable obstacle...”
“The Lieutenant is still unconscious.” Brightside rested a hoof on his helmet, glared down at the ground. “The doctors aren't sure how well he'll recover, even with all the effort they've put into it...jurisdiction is the least of my worries at the moment.”
“He...he's right.” Marigold stepped forward, nibbling her lip. “I mean...what if it does find some place without Guards? And it just...if it does the same thing it did to the Lieutenant, because nopony was there to stop it...”
“Never thought I'd see the day, Brightside.” Red Brass grinned. “You're suggesting going off the books.”
“Not in so many words...I happen to know we've all got vacation time just waiting to be used.”
Cross Stitch didn't look amused. “With all due respect, Corporal...you've read far too many adventure novels.”
“I think it's a great idea.”
“Yes, the self proclaimed 'explosives' expert is agreeing with this plan. That eases my every worry...”
“Y'know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're scared.”
“I rather enjoy upholding the law, thank you very much.”
“And what part of upholding the law is letting a dangerous creature get away on your watch!?”
Ironhoof stepped between the two before they could continue. “Corporal? Got anything more than 'follow it'?”
Brightside shook his head, smiling vaguely. “Not really, no.”
The big earth pony nodded. “I'm in.”
“So'm I!” Haywire was practically clambering over his back to grin at Brightside. “I'll put in for the time off right now.”
Cross Stitch was quiet, standing impassively even when everypony else had turned to look at him.
“...oh, fine.” He scowled, flicking an ear disdainfully as he turned away from them. “You'd all wind up as broken messes if I wasn't around to patch you up.”
“Gee, Stitchy. Didn't know you cared.”
“Don't you have vacation requests to file?”
“Aww, the poor widdle foal is sulking now...”
Red Brass chuckled, shouldering past Brightside on the way to the door. “Good luck, pal. Something tells me you're gonna need it just to get out've town.”
Brightside groaned, quietly, as the unicorns continued to snipe at each other. Maybe it really was a bad idea...
The door burst open, bowling Red Brass over as an armored pegasus rushed in.
“Ow.”
“Corporal!? Sorry! In a rush!”
“Cloud Burst?” Brightside frowned, trotting toward the breathless Guard. “What's wrong? Where's Bluetip?”
“Weather team.” Was the gasped reply. “Flew back...halfway...to the Badlands.” He coughed, took a deep breath. “Forest fire.”
Red Brass pulled himself back to his hooves. Cloud Burst caught his breath. Cross Stitch and Haywire stopped fighting.
Brightside closed his eyes.
'And so it begins.' He heaved a tired sigh. 'Maybe we'll get lucky and catch it right away.'
And maybe dragons would decide to move to the frozen north.
'This is going to be one long vacation.'
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Short? Still like it. They're making rational thoughts concerning the Joker. Just wait until they realize how dangerous he really is.
2718905
what joker fic do you mean
2719001
because he has an opinion
that its different from yours
doesnt make it any less valid
this is short? if this is short I want more short, this is brilliant!
2719023 Except that's not what you did at all. You gave vague problems and then said you were gonna continue working on your story. That's just bitching. Criticism is when you point out the flaws and give ways to correct them.
yeah you named the chapter after my favorite quote! bravo keep em comin
2719023
Oh? You mean the thing you didn't do? Interesting. Because being a little bitch and saying "durr, imma go back to my stori which is better than urs. fuk u" says a huge deal about your mentality.
These comments of yours, then, must mean that:
A) You insulted this story just because, or
B) You're #sad :'c because you feel that, just because a fanfic about a particular subject exist, all merit is removed from subsequent fics of the same subject.
Either way, I have one simple question for you:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
From 1 to 10,
How buttmad are you?
2719478
1: Very buttmad, then.
2: Yeah, that's real criticism right there. Enlighten us how your personal displeasure and feelings towards this story count as an unbiased, intricate analysis.
3: Because of the canabinoid receptors God placed in his brain, maaaaaaaaaaaaan~
This is an amazing story! Very well written and with an incredibly accurate portrayal of the dark knight's Joker. The lack of canon characters, specially the main cast, kind of bothered me, but it's good to see that at least Twilight and Pinkie are in for the pointless ride of fun and madness that is the Joker
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2719503
Oh. Then it's because of the cannabinoid receptors God placed in my brain, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan~
Anywho, I don't assume. I know. And you, by saying that your self-entitled criticism wasn't unbiased, just admitted to it not being criticism at all. Good job, ponybro.
I can tell a lot from just looking at your comments alone. Then curiosity got the best of me and I looked at your userpage. I couldn't believe my eyes; my lungs were burning and my ribs ached from the laughter. But your blog posts... ah, those. Those are something else entirely, I'll tell you that.
Thank you for making my life seem much, much brighter. I can't believe that I'm 10 years younger than you and my knowledge and mental maturity outshines yours by a huge deal.
Seriously, though, you should start thinking about your life. You seem like a very pitiful, pathetic person.
(No, I'm not joking or saying this just to attack you. I really mean it.)
2719650 I pity you. I pity you so much you don't even know. Yes, you are pathetic, but I sincerely hope you can live the rest of your life happily.
By the by: You should definitely consult a psychologist about your Münchausen's.
Keep straight, ponybro.
2719690 Whatever you say, ponybro.
Whatever you say.
2718945 The words rational thoughts and Joker should never be in the same sentence.
2719503 I totally read that before you said that.
2719549
You're an ass.
I love the way you captured the personality of Leger's Joker
(What the hell is going on in the comments?)
2719714>>2719718
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=y
2719718 You know, it's kinda unfair of you to react like you did. You gave no clue that you've had so many problems in life. And you freaking explode when he says you're pathetic without knowing any of the stuff you've been through. And really, threatening people violence does less for your argument then dressing up as a clown would.
When the Joker's involved even the comment board descends into chaos
Let's try and keep personal shit to ourselves okay?
That aside, I think this is the best chapter so far. The Joker is not an easy person to write for, dialogue or otherwise, but you seem to be doing an admirable job of it
Can't wait to see where you take this
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/oblig
2720194
and now the racist insult... you know... I am having hard time believing you are not a troll so...
2719650
I'm struggling to understand why you're proud if hurting people that verbally insulted you? That makes you a brute, a man unfit for a civilized world, a fool, a nut, a wacko, poor judgement, bad temperament, etc, etc. I don't give a shit what you have accomplished, your accomplishments do not allow you to come off as an asshole with nothing constructive to add and then get a pat on the head for it. They are not related, your wife is irrelevant, I do not care about your son, I am concerned with your behavior.
2719655
whats cookin good lookin?
2722429 Nuthin' much... just brunch!
2723020 if you know the history I'm sure a lot of African Americans would find the term Nigga REALLY offensive since it was used in 1950~60's as a insulting term refering to African Americans kina like calling Japanese person Jap is insulting to them
And another thing from what you said to G-AB Acid you are proud to punching people just because they verbally insulted you... WOW Disproportionate Retribution much
I mean I understand if that person physically punched you but hurting someone just they insulted you... *shudders* Primus help us what you would do if a person punched you in the face... probably leave them half-bleeding to death.
2723714 well I guess this is the case of what I'd call "Batman belief" VS "The Doctor belief" I can see where you come from but still in this society, I'd believe we moved on from volient responce that is so common lets say in Wild West era or in Victorian age where everything was decided by dual between two man and it was thought to be honorable. Today people tend to move away from the volience and tend to settle the matter through non-voilent way. Also I don't mean this in insulting way but people tend to think reacting every insult by volience is childish.. so yeah I do believe there are times when you HAVE to act volient but it comes only rarely and person insulting you or your wife isn't that situation. What people ( including myself ) is upset is that you seems to responce to volience in EVERY insult. There ARE ways to get back at them that dose not involve volience you know.
Happy times.
2723020
Either you're seriously deluded or you've never actually read any studies on the subject, considering that the severity of physical discipline on children can almost directly linked to their propensity for drug use in later life I'm going to have to disagree with you.
Shit, maybe you don't even live in the real world because you don't seem to understand consequences, do you know why we don't allow physical violence in civilized society except as a last resort? It's because we're fragile and it opens the door for rule through force and coercion, something that history has demonstrated over, and over, and over again is an awful idea. We're all so against physical violence because you can use it to get someone to shut up even when you're wrong and they're right.
Were you beat as a child? Studies have shown that parents that were abused as children are more likely to abuse their children, If you seriously think that the ideas you're spouting in the comments here are acceptable in the modern world then I urge you to seek help.
2724670
Duels are one of the least effective methods of determining anything, it proves who's more physically capable, not right. There's a reason that not even one modern, first world society allows them. Want to find out who's right about something? Feel wronged? We have a system for that, it's called a court.
Honor is an outmoded concept that needs to hurry up and climb into the grave we've dug for it.
2724670 You are a very violent individual, may God have mercy on your soul.
2722585
i request your friendship sir. not for any particular reason mind you.
2726862
Anecdote.
Your problem.
Considering that the bible advocates rape, murder, slavery, etc I wouldn't say that "Christian people" is a very good way to reassure me.
Yeah, no, you've got some serious outlying views and I'm very glad that courts, prisons and police services exist to keep people like you in check, you should probably check that attitude of yours because if you gladly get into the fight with the wrong person they're going to gladly drag your ass to court for assault and you're going to be spending a whole lot of time away from your family.
2728684
I guess I'm going to have to break this in half.
2728684
http://www.iowaaces360.org/uploads/1/0/9/2/10925571/relationship_of_childhood_abuse_and..._1998.pdf
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_abuse#Psychological_effects (see: sources as per all wiki articles).
A fantastic rebuttal for what amounted to little more than aggressive ramblings about how you consider physically assaulting someone as effective as professional help.
2728684
Part two.
When a man strikes his male or female slave with a rod so hard that the slave dies under his hand, he shall be punished. If, however, the slave survives for a day or two, he is not to be punished, since the slave is his own property. (Exodus 21:20-21 NAB)
Slaves, obey your earthly masters with deep respect and fear. Serve them sincerely as you would serve Christ. (Ephesians 6:5 NLT)
You should not let a sorceress live. (Exodus 22:17 NAB)
Anyone arrogant enough to reject the verdict of the judge or of the priest who represents the LORD your God must be put to death. Such evil must be purged from Israel. (Deuteronomy 17:12 NLT)
A priest's daughter who loses her honor by committing fornication and thereby dishonors her father also, shall be burned to death. (Leviticus 21:9 NAB)
Cursed be he who does the Lords work remissly, cursed he who holds back his sword from blood. (Jeremiah 48:10 NAB)
Oh, and because I know that you're going to say that the old testament doesn't count:
“For truly, I say to you, till heaven and earth pass away, not an iota, not a dot, will pass the law until all is accomplished. Whoever then relaxes one of the least of these commandments and teaches men so, shall be called least in the kingdom of heaven; but he who does them and teaches them shall be called great in the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 5:18-19 RSV)
"It is easier for Heaven and Earth to pass away than for the smallest part of the letter of the law to become invalid." (Luke 16:17 NAB)
"Do not think that I have come to abolish the law or the prophets. I have come not to abolish but to fulfill. Amen, I say to you, until heaven and earth pass away, not the smallest part or the smallest part of a letter will pass from the law, until all things have taken place." (Matthew 5:17 NAB)
"All scripture is inspired by God and is useful for teaching, for refutation, for correction, and for training in righteousness..." (2 Timothy 3:16 NAB)
"Know this first of all, that there is no prophecy of scripture that is a matter of personal interpretation, for no prophecy ever came through human will; but rather human beings moved by the holy Spirit spoke under the influence of God." (2 Peter 20-21 NAB)
“...the scripture cannot be broken.” --Jesus Christ, John 10:35
Okay, so it's been...two days, now? And this whole thing is starting to spiral. Uh, has been spiraling. Here's me weighing in as, y'know...the author.
I'm not taking sides. I know that people really hate that, but that's what's happening. People have raised points and counterpoints and to be honest I had a little trouble following it because of how unnecessary it is.
I don't mind critics. Even if they're not constructive critics. Yeah, sure, it sucks. Being an author or an artist and having people talk down about your work always sucks. But it makes it suck less when it's one person out of ten, or twenty, or more. Differing opinions happen; there are hundreds of thousands of variables involved in behavior and personality. Yeah, Emerald Flight could have been a little less caustic. Could also have been worse.
That said; nobody needs to point it out, either. It's been written, it's been read, that can be the end of it. Inciting an argument, even with the best of intentions, does nobody any good. In this case, it clutters the hells out of the comments section. Which is more annoying than the criticism.
Now, I'm gonna ask that this argument either stop or move somewhere else. Hells, I'll put together a compilation of the posts so far for anyone who wants to keep the continuity intact. It's no skin off my nose. In the future, save the thrice-damned face-offs for a more private setting.
And if you want or need to take something up with me, do so directly. I'm more than happy to field that sort of thing myself.
tl;dr : Either take it outside or take it up with the management.
2727762 Accepted.
I like this fic, I like it.
Looking forward to more.
Why are so many beautiful pieces of art like this on hiatus? This fic truly captures the essence of the Joker. Working with the card metaphor, the Joker doesn't just scatter the deck, he scatters it, plays fifty-two card pick up, shuffles it, scatters it once more, and then it turns out the deck was fixed... with nothing but Jokers... You capture his personality and his attitude, his very being so well, that I'd think you were one of the screenwriters for the actual Dark Knight! Well done sir! Liked and faved! Continue this! Five stache rating!!
Joker is a fucking pyromaniac!
3732469
I tend to get told that.
Just put my username in google translate.