Anarchy, Agent of Chaos
A Batman Begins/Dark Knight Fanfic
Rating: T, I'm not brave enough to write true M material... yet...
Pairings: Batman/Joker, Bruce/Jack, Jason/Harley, Harvey/Rachel, Bruce/(to be revealed)
Warnings: Slash, Hetero, Brucie!Bruce, Bad Puns, Weird Humor, College Jokes, Poor Grammar
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Batman related, not even a sock. I do own the plot of this story and it's prequel. I don't own Lord of the Rings.
A/N: Wow... I don't even have the right to apologise. I know most of you have probably given up on me; for a few days, I gave up on myself. But to those who are faithful, thank you, I love you. And, if it means anything, I do sincerely apologise for my lack of updating.
The play went on without a hitch, we had one major goof up, but Mitch covered it up in a way only a genius would think of. Here's the scene:
[Mr. B is correcting Aly's love letter to Mr. B]
Aly: You wanted to talk about my letter?
Mr. B: Yes, yes. And make a few corrections.
Aly: Corrections?
Mr. B: You used a series of dots instead of punctuation:
Dear Mr. B,
Last Sunday I took the subway to your stop, -insert comma-, I hope you don't mind the presumption. (looks at Aly) That's misspelled.
[He was supposed to go on critizing but he forgot his next lines, froze for a few seconds, and then said:]
Mr.B: Sorry... I can't read your writing...
It. Was. PRICELESS! Aly almost started laughing, but managed to cry and attempt suicide anyways.
Phobia of the Day: Doxophobia, it must suck majorly to be this kind of phobic! I would die if I had this. I'm too opinionated... eheh... I get the feeling I'm not spelling things correctly... D:
Anarchy, Agent of Chaos
"That's part of the rule. Never quit. Never let them see you're afraid. Above all -- never let them see you're hurt. Never let them see you cry. Never."
-Catwoman, Volume One #75
Dick's POV
"I'm Selina Kyle, charmed to meet you, Dick." She held out her hand, acting coy and demure. I saw through that in a New York minute; this was a golddigger, her eyes made it apparent what she was planning. Sadly, I don't have the money to spare on frivolities, so I will leave this moneygrubber the first chance I get.
"As pleased as I am to meet you, I'm afraid I must depart, I'm running late to a very important meeting. Until we meet again, Miss Kyle." I nodded at her and took my leave. I could have sworn I heard her say something behind my back, but I brushed it off. What could she say about me? I'm a paragon, aren't I?
Selina's POV
"DAMMIT! Why are all the nice, wealthy, handsome men gay?!!"
Jack's POV
I pulled off my apron, struggling not to laugh at Brucie's explanation of Dick....that came out a little more naughty then I'd wanted it to... oops.
Poking Bruce in the side, I leapt from the bed, chuckling and running from my shocked boyfriend. His indignant yelp was worth the tickles I knew were coming. As I fled down the halls, I ran smack into Alfred. He gave me a disapproving stare.
"Master Jack, you shouldn't be too careless here, we have many valuable, even priceless items on display. It would be a shame if you destroyed one during... foreplay."
I blushed, ashamed, and jumped, as I was hugged from behind. A smooth, deep voice answered the butler,
"Lay off him, Alfie, you know he's more valuable than any of these artifacts." I relaxed as I recognized Bruce's voice, even after living with him for over 2 years, I still haven't gotten used to human contact... yet.
Alfred rolled his eyes and laughed, "I'm aware of that fact, Master Bruce, I just thought I'd mention it, before someone, probably me, got hurt."
Bruce laughed with him, and I joined in hesitantly. Bruce tickled my sides and my nervous giggles turned into raucous whoops.
"St-stop it! We have to get ready for school! It's the first day, we- we can't b-be late!" I turned in Brucie's arms to face him, he stuck his tongue out at me and pouted.
"Why can't we just play hooky? I'm having to much fun here to even consider leaving my precious." Oh no, he's back to poorly imitating Golum. He likes to call me Frodo, I'm not that short, am I?
I shook my head, Battykins is a hypocrite, it was his influence that got me interested in succeeding at school. I'm currently on the fast track to becoming the Valedictorian, all thanks to my wishy-washy boyfriend. Imagine that.
Bruce's POV
I REALLY didn't want to miss out on Jackie's cute blush. I know I'm being a little counterproductive, but college is not nearly worth what Jack is worth to me. I love him, that's all there is to it.
Ding-Dong!
The doorbell rang, I patted Jack's backside and ran to the door, laughing lecherously. Muahaha.
I pulled the heavy, wooden door and it revealed--
A/N: Wow, I must be high. I'm taking pain meds for my back, and I think they made me high... o.O -snort- I was walking my three dogs and one of them was goofing off around my ankles and then she ran off down the driveway. I tried to run after her, stopped, slipped on a patch of ice, cracked my head on the ice, and finally slid down the incline of my driveway. I bruised my noggin, my shoulders, and my tailbone. My palms were banged up from trying to stop myself from sliding. My back is all scratched up. And I hurt... wah T.T Why is my driveway inclined? It doesn't help me at all, and it doesn't make a difference to our cars!
I might get another gig with Sunshine Boys, the next local play. But even so, I WILL update. I can't forgive myself, EVER, for neglecting my precious people.
THERE IS A STORY YOU ALL MUST READ!!! MY SISTER WROTE IT! I'm AMAZED by her writing! It's called:
THE TRIAL OF THE MOTH by Harlequin Rat
You can find it on fictionpress. If she gets no reviews, I will officially give up on writing Anarchy. I will probably not write anymore. I love my sister that much. Choose your choice wisely.
Love you guys! {heart}