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- Posted: Mon, 05 Mar 2012 18:28:06 +0000
I decided to write my very first Jack Napier A.K.A The Joker and Harleen Quinzel A.K.A Harley Quinn romance, I showed it to my nephew who is only about nine years old, he said it was all right. I hardly belive him. I would like some critisim or suggestions, I have already wrote the first two chapters, and I'm not the most confident about them. Please tell me how I could make them better or anything that seems to come to mind.
How Could You Call Me Insane?
Chapter one
"Harleen, why do you want to know more about him?” I stared at Charles, the guy in charge of the files.
“He interests me.” I shrugged.
Jack Napier is a puzzle, a crazy, unpredictable puzzle, just waiting for the right person to solve it. The Joker always kept you on your toes.
When you would think he would do something, like rob a bank, he would blow up a hospital.
I felt drawn to him.
His scarred face, I felt no hate.
He was beautiful in his own, insane way.
He’s the bad guy you can’t bring home to meet your parents. I sat down, his file in my lap. The screams of the inmates was distracting, haunting almost.
They went off the deep end. Each one of them committed a crime worthy of death, or is just plain insane with horrible motives.
I flipped though The Jokers file slowly, taking in the information. Subconsciously I decided to call him Mr. J.
I put his file in a desk drawer, and started out of the office.
The inmates screamed and scratched at the glass of their cells, begging to get out. Only a few were calm, those were the notorious villains, the ring leaders. I wondered around, looking into the cells and smiling. They were in there, I was out here. What was there to be afraid of?
“Blondie.” A raspy voice snarled from the cell across from me. I stiffened and turned towards the voice.
“What do you want?” I asked, rather sharply, not caring who it was.
His laughter started, small giggles at first, “Doll, be careful who you’re talking to.” The Joker kept laughing.
I sniffed and turned on my heel, walking briskly away.
He talked to me.
Chapter two
The familiar alarm went off. The same alarm that always sounded when Mr. J finally got tired of this place.
I heard his laugh before I saw him. I looked frantically around for a place to hide, who knows what he’d do to me.
“Doll,” He said happily, grabbing my arm, “You’re a cute little blonde.” He crushed me painfully close and put his knife against my neck.
I gulped.
“You look scared doll, is it the scars?” He asked the smirk clear in his voice. “Do you want to know how I got them?”
I shook my head.
“No? But it’s a very good story.” He pouted.
One of the guards saw him and started running towards us. Mr. J pushed me away.
“Another time Doll.” He yelled over his shoulder, giggling as he walked towards the guard.
The guard grabbed his arm and pinned his arms behind his back. The Joker did nothing but giggle.
What really happened to Jack Napier?
How Could You Call Me Insane?
Chapter one
"Harleen, why do you want to know more about him?” I stared at Charles, the guy in charge of the files.
“He interests me.” I shrugged.
Jack Napier is a puzzle, a crazy, unpredictable puzzle, just waiting for the right person to solve it. The Joker always kept you on your toes.
When you would think he would do something, like rob a bank, he would blow up a hospital.
I felt drawn to him.
His scarred face, I felt no hate.
He was beautiful in his own, insane way.
He’s the bad guy you can’t bring home to meet your parents. I sat down, his file in my lap. The screams of the inmates was distracting, haunting almost.
They went off the deep end. Each one of them committed a crime worthy of death, or is just plain insane with horrible motives.
I flipped though The Jokers file slowly, taking in the information. Subconsciously I decided to call him Mr. J.
I put his file in a desk drawer, and started out of the office.
The inmates screamed and scratched at the glass of their cells, begging to get out. Only a few were calm, those were the notorious villains, the ring leaders. I wondered around, looking into the cells and smiling. They were in there, I was out here. What was there to be afraid of?
“Blondie.” A raspy voice snarled from the cell across from me. I stiffened and turned towards the voice.
“What do you want?” I asked, rather sharply, not caring who it was.
His laughter started, small giggles at first, “Doll, be careful who you’re talking to.” The Joker kept laughing.
I sniffed and turned on my heel, walking briskly away.
He talked to me.
Chapter two
The familiar alarm went off. The same alarm that always sounded when Mr. J finally got tired of this place.
I heard his laugh before I saw him. I looked frantically around for a place to hide, who knows what he’d do to me.
“Doll,” He said happily, grabbing my arm, “You’re a cute little blonde.” He crushed me painfully close and put his knife against my neck.
I gulped.
“You look scared doll, is it the scars?” He asked the smirk clear in his voice. “Do you want to know how I got them?”
I shook my head.
“No? But it’s a very good story.” He pouted.
One of the guards saw him and started running towards us. Mr. J pushed me away.
“Another time Doll.” He yelled over his shoulder, giggling as he walked towards the guard.
The guard grabbed his arm and pinned his arms behind his back. The Joker did nothing but giggle.
What really happened to Jack Napier?
