The city looked beautiful from up here, Oliver thought. They were hundreds maybe thousands of feet above the ground, Ollie was scared a bit but then realized who was flying him, The Man of Steel. The big "Q" on my building was getting closer and seemed to be growing bigger. I couldn't help myself from looking down and then grabbing onto Clark making myself feel gay, gayer than what I already felt riding on another man's back. We finally made it to the top of the building where Dinah, Mia, Connor and Roy sat all tied up. Then I noticed the Clock King and ran straight at him. I began to scream fist up ready to punch and I noticed something strange. He let out this shrill, high pitched laugh. Oliver's spine tingled and Clark stood there with his jaw dropped. Whoever this psycho was he began to rip his skin off and the two heroes and the hostages saw bright white paint for skin, greasy green hair and a painted red smile. Oliver was in hell as the Joker let out another ear splitting cackle.
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Big Problem, Little Time
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