Blood and Laughter

Blood and Laughter

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Nevaeh Storm has spent more than half her life locked in the lowest level of Arkham Asylum. Committed while underage after killing 15 people. the courts deemed her innocent on account of acting in self defence. yet she was unstable after the ordeal. It was not that she killed 15 people, it was how she killed them. With a world still untrusting of Metahumans there is nothing she can do to change her fate. Living is isolation with nothing but her dark memories, has left her on the border sanity. She's exposed to no one except Dr. Leland and the creepy orderly Mark. Until she gets a neighbour. A man covered in scars and tattoos, with neon green hair, and chilling laugh. I do not own any DC Comic Characters this is fan fiction I do not own any media.
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