Kinda short, but imma post another one, i got bored sooooo
"Did I do it right?" The young woman asked, blood splattered across her forehead as the dead guard laid on the ground, her throat slit.
The tall dark haired man rolls his brown eyes and tips his high top hat, clasping his hands behind his back and walking past her smoothly.
"Right as rain in the flames of Spain," He says bored, as she reaches down to pick up the ring of keys, following the man.
As he walks, he looks down, nodding approvingly of the dead guards that laid below him. His little minion did a marvelous and thorough job. He stops abruptly at cell E-228, knocking twice.
"Knock knock, called the cock. Time to raise and wield your siges," He shouts into the door as the young women steps forward, unlocking the door with a clang. The smell of chemicals hitting their noses immediately, the man and woman see the inmate crouched next to the toilet, mixing something inside.
"I fear, I will require, a moment more, Mr. Tech," A covered voice says, turning his head slightly to acknowledge the man in his doorway, revealing a canvas bag covering his head with two holes for eyes cut out.
"Shall we, Mr. Tech?" He asks, finishing his concoction and scooping it into a jar. His lanky figure stands, walking past the man.
"All set for pain, Mr. Crane,"
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FanfictionA third installment to Chocolate. Jerome and Harley are back in Arkham, better than ever...one problem, they've been dethroned from Gothams underground kingdom. Pushed aside by Sofia Falcone, and forced to rule in Asylum instead. Once a king and...
