The city of Gotham was no stranger to chaos and darkness, but nothing could have prepared its citizens for the horrors that were about to unfold. The Joker, Batman's arch-nemesis, had devised a diabolical plan to infect the city with a deadly virus, turning innocent citizens into jokerized zombies.
It began on a stormy night, as lightning streaked across the sky and thunder rumbled ominously. The Joker, with his maniacal laughter echoing through the abandoned streets, released the virus into the city's water supply, ensuring its rapid spread. As the contaminated water flowed through the pipes, the unsuspecting citizens of Gotham unknowingly consumed the deadly concoction.
Within hours, the effects of the virus began to manifest. People who were once ordinary, law-abiding citizens were transformed into grotesque, zombie-like creatures, their faces twisted into deranged smiles resembling the Joker's own visage. Their laughter, a haunting symphony of madness, filled the once vibrant city.
News of the outbreak reached Batman's ears, and he sprang into action, donning his cape and cowl to confront this new threat. He knew that Gotham's survival depended on his ability to find a cure and put an end to the Joker's wicked scheme.
Navigating through the darkened streets, Batman encountered hordes of jokerized zombies. Their movements were erratic and unpredictable, making them formidable adversaries. Batman fought with unwavering determination, his fists and gadgets striking with precision, but the numbers seemed overwhelming.
As the chaos escalated, Batman discovered a secret laboratory hidden deep beneath the city. Here, the Joker had been conducting twisted experiments, searching for a way to heighten the virus's potency. Batman meticulously collected the research data, hoping to find a weakness or a potential antidote.
With the information in hand, Batman enlisted the help of his trusted allies
She couldn't tell you what was wrong with her. What kind of girl invites a serial killer into her home?
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Jovie, the strangest mix of self-destruction and an unexplainable will to survive. Living a twitchy, paranoid life in Gotham City, pursuing the lifestyle that comes with being a struggling artist.
Her fascination for the criminal mind finds a focus when she goes on to a career as a sketch artist for Gotham City Police Department. Even more so, when she strikes up an odd friendship with Gotham's best hitman, Victor Zsasz.
It's a strange and unsettling friendship, but one Jovie simply can't resist.
From the moment the two met, you could feel something insidious wrapping around them, pulling them towards a path that they knew, deep down, shouldn't be followed.
Caught up in a whirlwind of emotions, unable to see the danger that lay ahead. Love at first sight? No.
This was something far more sinister, something that promised pleasure and pain in equal measure, something that would haunt them both for the rest of their lives.
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Victor's touch burns, hot and cold. Long gone the remembrance of her marble white skin, tanted and reddened by his touch. Driving her further to that marble white grave he wants made for her.
His tongue lingers on her parted lips, before dragging away. He can taste himself still on her tongue.
He tilts her face up, and she finds, him, still there. He hadn't moved even an inch.
But then his fingers cradle her sanguine cheeks, and his thumb presses on the corner of her bottom lip. He drags it down just a little, making her pout.
Her lips tremble.
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#2 in Zsasz (2023)