May 9


                   Gotham, night time. The worst time… Scum, criminals, psychopaths. And the worst of them all… Him. He kills for fun. Innocence… dead, at the hands of him. “Can’t you take a joke? Ha ha ha!” he says with the blood of his victims at his feet. Arkham doesn’t know what to do with him. Constantly escaping and just killing more innocent, just for laughs. “He he he! Come on Batsy! It’s fun!” No remorse, no guilt, just… Giggles…

Posted May 9, 2016 by Adam in category Writing

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