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Vigilantes, hmmmmm?          Well, what does he think.  What does he really, truly think when he hears those four                                                                  a g r e s s i v e syllables.

I cannot tell a lie.

               All of those pretty little faces still think they're going to heaven.                 Just 'cause mommy and daddy got shot, or eaten or                 r a p e d. Maybe they think its the drugs---a lotta bad                bad bad baaaad people kill in the name of those things.

Well, if it's heaven they want I'm      a regular  JOHN THE BAPTIST and I'll DROWN 'EM til they think they're saved.                     Who knows,                            MAYBE                                      MAYBE                                               MAYBE                                                                      m a y b eeeee

I'm God. People like to villainize God--they do villainize me. S'hard work being me. I keep their ugly mugs in the papers, give 'em a cause. S'not another criminal in this town that can--heh--TOUCH ME. And maybe, they don't know it yet--or else, they don't want to know it. That every child they save, every trigger they do or do not pull is part of my design and maybe in the end, none of it even matters, and that terrifies them, so they find a darkness and they start to push back, as hard as hard as hard as they can.                          and maybe, in the end, when it's all over                            the V's , every....single...one of them....                              will quake in fear when they light that last candle,                                 because i'll be waiting                                                      to R E A P them                                          and and they will bow down before me--'cause if they don't I will DEVOUR their heirs, their sons and daughters          and illegitimate spouses                   I will pluck them by their hairs and eat their hearts         while their failed ancestors watch the blood dribble down my chin b e CAU SE                                           in the bitter end I am God and death and nothingness                                                             and I will blow that fucking candle out.                

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"You know..."

The clown walks, his usual drag-footed walk right up to the Bat—lightly pokes the center  of that broad chest.

         "You might as well paint all your little buttons           bright red. Every criminal with half a brain can           see 'em. Though I'll grant, that's a shrinking market—           'specially since Harvey died. Geddit?

He snorts, brings the back of his wrist  to his nose, as if to check the sound.

        "I do so. Give you shit to do, don't I?"

      The nickname sends a flicker of      pure disgust up his spine and his      mouth curls into a deeper scowl.

          “––You’re lying. You don’t help people.” 

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      "Oh, daddy, you can believe whatever you want.        But uh...that melon of yours has a way of...        attributing...ah...prejudgments against me.         For all you know, I could be here to help.         Could. happen, y'know."

     ”Am I supposed to believe that?”

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Fuck your rules, who are you to tell me, what I can and can’t do, fuck you bitch, you just wanna be me!

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When I hit you With this smile, I'll make you, make you wow now.

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Hi everyone, I’m tentatively coming off hiatus. So, if I owe anyone else anything, please message me. :)

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No, this ain’t fashion week I can let my clothes and my actions speak Straw Carabella and my coat Margiela Don’t look at the weather Just whether I see my face on TV  next time maybe Girls cold their eye me 'cause they so mad I could look fresh in a potato sack Tell me what kind of chapeau is that Que c’est sa vie?  How they say in France when I’m walking past

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Me, I tell it like it is mama said ‘baby, you should never tell a fib,’ you used to think you the fucking shit, my friend, you got no idea who you fucking with.

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chaos…

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Hit me!

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nolan’s batman meme →

1/4 VILLIANS: The Joker

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Do you think I’m looking hot? Do you think this hits the spot? How is this looking on me, looking on me?

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"So...hostile. I haven't even done anything..."

        “Don’t.”