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Memory Chapter 3“I thought Superman said no injuries,” Jonn said, as he nursed the bleeding nose.
“It was my fault actually,” Diana said apologetically, “he was freaking me out!”
“Diana, I don’t think he blacked out because of the injury though.”
Diana walked around the bed and sat beside him
“I called you as soon as I could wrap my head around what happened. Bruce was behaving as if he knew nothing about his being Batman. I checked the place but it is not bugged. You have checked it too.”
“I don’t understand why he behaved in such a way.”
“He might not be lying, Diana.” Jonn said.
“What do you mean?” Diana frowned, “Do you mean to say that he is not Batman.”
“No, no,” Jonn shook his head. “I think he doesn’t know that he is Batman.”
“Dual personality, Hera, no!” Diana said agitatedly, “He knows that he is Batman, of course
Memory Chapter 2“Good Morning. Didn’t think you’d be up so early!” she teased as she stood by his bed.
Bruce squinted as the harsh sunlight hit his eyes. It wasn’t so early in the morning after all. Diana noticed his discomfort and drew the blinds immediately.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Thank you?” she repeated, “Didn’t expect to hear that from you.”
Bruce brought his fingers to either sides of his forehead and massaged in clockwise motion. He had his eyes shut tight and his hands were quivering.
“Here, let me help,” Diana said as she placed both her palms on his head, thumbs meeting on his forehead and applied a gently pressure. Bruce seemed to ease into the touch and breathed heavily. He opened his eyes once Diana eased the pressure. It was then that he realized that he was not in his home, and the lady nursing him was not whom he had expected to see.
“Hello,” he said, his voice quivering a bit.
Shade got him this time, almost got him. The batwing suffered a head on collision with the cliff and erupted into a huge fiery ball almost instantly. However Shade’s want could not completely black out the proximity sensors of the batwing. With seconds to spare, Batman had ejected out of the plane. However the ejection was not fast enough to spare him a blow from the batwing’s debris. A broken wing hit the pilot seat in air and hurled it off from above the shore into the sea.
“I’m on it!” Aquaman cried as he made his way towards the site of impact.
Before Shade could enjoy his fleeting moments of victory, he found himself in the clutches of the Man of Steel.
“You should probably thank your stars that he escaped.” He said, half bringing his fist down on him.
“Some other time, Superman,” Shade said as he reached out to activate his wand, only to hurl it away by reflex and to find a pang in his arm.
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."
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
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
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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