#the corpse and the killer

[the-inkwell-variable]

find the word tag

thank you for the tag, @inseasofgreen!

my words are fire, water, ice, air.

since i don't have much written for wsibc?igtda! yet, i'm going to use the corpse and the killer!

FIRE

It wasn’t always meant to be like this.  It was meant to be something big and flashy, something to really catch the Bat’s attention.  A bomb in a train station, perhaps.  Rooftop fires organized to look like the Batsymbol.  Hacking the advertising boards on Grand Avenue to deliver a personalized message – always worked when Riddler did it, why not use it himself?

WATER

She took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the water that splashed from her drenched jeans onto the slippery linoleum steps.  Money was waterproof, right?  She vaguely remembered washing a fistful of dollars at the laundromat and they were fine afterward – a little rain wouldn’t ruin the money in her back pocket.  Unless it was fake money.  Now would be a real shitty time to find that out.

ICE(BERG)

Maybe he should have let Robin join him.  The kid – the man was sneakier than his predecessors and quicker than the wind.  He could get into and out of places that Batman couldn’t even consider.  He could fight his way out of a corner better than a caged tiger.  And damn, if he wasn’t observant.  Bruce didn’t even need to remember how quickly Tim had put together his and Dick’s secret identities.  That had been the tip of the iceberg.  Maybe… maybe Tim could have found the Cloudburst for him.

AIR

Kia dropped onto the box beside her.  Her legs shook too badly for her to stay upright.  She squeezed her hands together, desperate for something to cling to, but there was only air.  As the rain began, she lifted her face to the droplets and welcomed the stinging splashes.  At least this was normal.

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YOUR WORDS ARE RICE, LEMON, PEANUT, GRAPE

[phantomkit1747]

He tried to push the frustration down. He really did. But Tim found himself shoving his feet into the hazmat suit, rather than sliding them in with caution.  He snapped the respirator strips against his head with enough force that they nearly made his headache worse.  As he sealed the suit, the zipper snapped off in his hand. It didn’t make his mood any better, that was certain. “Why?” he asked the oxygen recycler.  “I should be out there.  There’s so much going on tonight; he can’t possibly do it all alone.  I should be taking on Two-Face and Penguin so he can focus on Scarecrow.  I should be helping him, not - not stuck in this goddamn studio again.” The recycler said nothing.  It simply chugged away with its happy little whir, sucking the carbon dioxide out, pushing fresh oxygen in.  He almost gave it a kick, to vent some of his annoyance, but he didn’t.  It didn’t deserve it. The people in the containment chambers didn’t either.  They were innocent, merely victims of a toxin they didn’t ask for.  But that didn’t stop them from shouting their cruel jokes and awful threats, and it certainly didn’t stop him from aching to open the door and pummeling them into the ground the way he did their predecessor.

Poor Tim really needs a break tbh

[taeaura]

[alpalnd]

My favorite movies

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔖𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔶 ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔫 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔰

[zu-is-here]

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[hellboys]

my favorite horror movie clowns 🤡

KILLER KLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE (1988) TERRIFIER 2 (2022) IT (1990) DRIVE-THRU (2007) HOUSE OF 1000 CORPSES (2003) CLOWN (2014)

[ghostfiish]

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[the-inkwell-variable]

writing share tag

thank you, @willtheweaver, for the tag! i'm sharing a snippet from the corpse and the killer - a snippet that hasn't been published yet! exciting!

“So what happened?” Jazz interjected as Kia helped Duncan lay down again.  “I mean, you obviously killed some dudes.  Did they rip his leg off?”

Kia adjusted the pillow under Duncan’s head.  “What does it look like?”

“It looks like you barely won a fight you shouldn’t have started to begin with.”  Jazz plopped themself down on the edge of the bed and leaned back on their palms.  “I keep telling you to sign up with Black Mask.  Easiest money I’ve ever made, plus benefits, plus I have time to do odd jobs on the side.  I’m going to rob a bank with Two-Face later.  Easiest three grand I’ve ever made.”  They smiled again.  “You know, I could probably pay off the rest of Rashad’s fee for you after the heist.  It’d be no problem.”

Kia’s jaw clenched so hard that her teeth ached.  She didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to.  The temperature in the room dropped by at least five degrees.  She’d rather swallow razer blades than ask fucking Jazz for help.

Rashad didn’t seem to notice.  He picked up Duncan’s limp wrist and kept his eyes firmly on his watch.  “Silence, please.  I am counting.”

Jazz shrugged, turning toward the window to watch a single raindrop trickle between other raindrops, accumulating more and more water as it slugged toward the sill.  “Keep it in mind.  I’m always happy to help my friends.”

Kia stayed silent.  It was that or cuss them out, and Rashad was not a fan of foul language.  She’d seen him abandon dying patients because a relative said ‘fuck’.  Better to bite her lip until it bled than risk sending him away.  “Anything I can do, doc?”

“Help monitor him, of course.  He needs his friends right now.  I will step out of the room for a moment, make some calls.  Perhaps we can have him transported to the GCPD – they have emergency equipment that I do not.”

She’d prefer to keep him here.  No way she was going with him to the GCPD – she had at least three warrants out for her arrest, and they didn’t even know about the crimes she’d committed tonight.  But if it was the only way to help Duncan, she certainly wouldn’t stop him.  “What should I look out for?”

“Paleness.  Coldness.  Blue lips or fingers.  More bleeding in his leg.  Excuse me.”

The doctor stepped out, and Duncan slept in icy silence.

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[tatangadragon]

"I know that there's a place for me, underneath those waves."

believe it or not, my favourite character from AOTK [aside from BB obviously] is actually the cat person from Ears Of The Killer. yup. the fella who's only referred to as Unidentified Corpse. that one

[chugv]

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: mystery

[salem-the-puppet]

Thought I put all my hear me out in this :3

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[lunaticpsykers]

happy halloween??