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Supressed Chapter 3"I won't stop you from going. And if you think you need me, you can call me."
He knew how that would’ve sounded like to her. He and Bruce, no, He and Batman had not been in good terms for the last two months, ever since the Doomsday sanction and his talk with Waller. Batman wouldn’t leave out an opportunity to express his dissent on Superman’s judgement, as he termed it, and to harp on the necessity of self-control on the part of the powerful members of the league and even the need for contingency mechanisms in place if anything went out of hand.
He was tired of arguing with him that he would never go down that line. Not to mention, the league wasn’t very excited about it either. Slowly, the protests stopped too, and so did the communication between them. As their alter egos, they barely had a reason to talk to each other. And as colleagues, a term which Batman vehemently objected to, the world seemed to take care of itself quite well and they had
I need someoneI need someone
Someone whom I can talk to any time I want
About anything I want
Someone I can pour my heart out to
without thinking twice
Someone I can count on to stand by me
And lead me down the path I want to go
Someone who can change my life
And change it for the best
Someone I can chat with over a cup of coffee
Someone I can laugh and cry before
without any inhibitions
Someone who corrects me when I am wrong
Inspires to me aim high
And achieve greater heights in life
Someone who lives and breathes for me
Someone, whose hand I can hold
And bring it to my heart
YOU ARE EVERYTHING I WANTED IN MY LIFE
Take a breathCompletely freaked out, I run to the doctor and say "Throbbing headache, motion sickness and I even fell short of breath for a while yesterday. Can this be asthma?"
He asks, "When was the last time you took a breath?"
"I beg your pardon. (I believe an average adult breathes 18 times per minute and that doesn't need to be conscious)"
And he smiles and says - "Take that one extra moment to breathe, and everything will be fine."
"It's winter kid... The days are shorter. Go get some rest."
And I walk back thinking - "Am I the only one or is there is spiritual connotation to this whole conversation?"
To be or Not To be - Chap 16"Who are you?" Harvey demanded.
Superman paid no attention. He was not used to taking questions or orders from this voice, no matter what it meant in this world.
"Bruce, what is this all about?" he asked.
Bruce tried to say something but Harvey stopped him.
"My question first, who are you?"
"Superman, we need to go, now." John said, breaking in. "I sense we have already caused an irreparable damage."
"Who are you?" Harvey demanded again.
Superman remained silent, cue for John to take over.
"We are the Justice League," he paused, "From another dimension"
"I knew it," Harvey snapped, "You are the Justice Lords."
"No, no we're not." John said, before Superman could interfere.
"I don't believe you. Only the Justice Lords could've had the audacity to behave the way you did with Luthor." He squinted at Superman.
"Obviously, the turn of events in this dimension have been different from those in our dimension." John continued. I could sense he was using some mental restraint to stop the others
Supressed Chapter 2Next day morning, Gotham news
An inexplicable stint of deaths has left Gotham city shaken. Last night, within a period of 2 hours, there were 3 deaths reported. Commissioner Gordon has confirmed that all the three people killed were the employees of the Wayne Tech Corporation. What's remarkable about these deaths is that there is no visible sign of injury or violence on the bodies. The deceased are Ms.Lucy Hopkins, an executive assistant, Mr. Charles Reed, a financial advisor and Mr Tony Pham, a manager. The victims do not appear to be in any way related to each other apart from the fact that they work for the same company.
Commissioner Gordon stated that the GPD is actively on the case. However he refused to comment on whereabouts of the Batman, for looks like Nightwing is filling in for him. it has been nearly a year since Batman was sighted in Gotham, however there has been active support from the Justice League when required.
On the other hand, Mr. Wayne was not
SupressedCommissioner Gordon wasn't enjoying the night.
Two murders in less that three hours - he muttered under his breath and sighed - May be he was right. There is no hope for humanity!
He had called for help, but he wasn't disappointed when the man he was expecting to see didn't turn up. However he had no complaints with his protégé, the first boy-wonder.
He has a World to save - he thought, recounting the last time he had seen him in action in Gotham. That was one year ago.
"Commissioner, I think I found something," Nightwing cried out. Gordon broke into a half jog to join him at the heart of the bridge.
"An id?" Commissioner Gordon frowned.
"This man works for Wayne enterprises as well," Nightwing nodded.
"And no signs of assault what so ever," Gordon said, as he got down to one knee beside the body.
"None." Nightwing confirmed. "I am not surprised though. It affirms our previous theory."
When you love someone like that - Part 5- Another?"She has asked me to expedite your presence to your room, sir"
Alfred's impeccable tone almost startled him his time and he did not make any efforts to hide it. he had been away from home, away from Gotham for the last 3 days and Alfred brought down th lady's request as soon as he disembarked from his bat-mobile. He sighed and pulled the mask off his face. The 40 year old master of the Wayne fortune looked no better in shape than a man who he was, starved for 3 days. The look on his master's face told the dutiful butler that the mission has been a failure.
"I shall arrange for the dinner to be brought to your room, sir." he nodded.
"Is she in a very bad mood, Alfred?" he asked, his voice lacking the baritone of Batman.
"It's hard to judge, sir, she has never given me any impression of being in a foul mood." Alfred said.
"I think I know what to expect," Wayne sighed as he headed upstairs.
"I don't want the cat inside the bed room. I don't like it!" he
BMWW Conflicts insideI fell for you
I know it's infatuation
I want you
I know you're is not to be mine
I cannot stand your presence
I cannot bear your absence
I cannot imagine spending my life with you
I cannot imagine my life without you
I hate you, hate you for what you've made me into
I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!
When you love someone like that - Part 4- Vacation"Diana is leaving for Themyscira!"
He seemed unperturbed, although one could never tell, not even with an X-ray vision. He gulped down the remnants of coffee in his mug and went back to the coffee machine for a refil.
"Bruce, I am talking to you," said the other man impatiently.
"And what am I to do about it?" he stared coldly.
The other man had no answer, no answer to the point, although he knew what he expected of him.
"Figure it out for yourself." he replied as he tossed the paper cup he was holding over his shoulder and into the waste disposal. He then left without a word.
Silly woman!!! - he muttered finally, after the other was safely away.
And everyone was at the hangar...
Everyone but him....
"There was an emergency at Gotham, he had to leave," Superman said, guessing her thoughts.
"No,...I was only looking...because...well...everyone is here..."
It was unnecessary
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
BMWW - Broken Hearts
I Love You
I know it's wrong
But I cannot help it
The more I think of it
The more I realize that I'm wrong
The more I love you
And that makes me weak
When I fight you
Not your might
But my love for you
I have lost my reason
I have lost my pride
I have lost myself to you
Because I love you
Tears in my eyes
As I weep silently
At the grave of my broken heart
Yes, I have brought it unto myself
But I cannot stop saying
I love you
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