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Post by The Joker on Nov 10, 2008 22:26:37 GMT -5
"You mean the rat with wings? Oh, the Bat is nothing--nothing--against me!"
Still, the Joker tightened his hold upon her neck, cutting off her airway.
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Post by Lois Lane on Nov 10, 2008 22:33:49 GMT -5
*The image before her started to become unfocused and all the colors seemed to bleed into each other. Her lungs burned and in her chest, she could feel her heart beating faster and faster.*
"I-I can't... breath," *she gasped, still trying to free herself with weak limbs.*
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Post by The Joker on Nov 10, 2008 22:47:58 GMT -5
"Your departing words and you state the obvious. How very disappointing," he said, rolling his eyes. "Y'know, it's in their last moments that people show you who they really are. Is this what you are, Lois? Nothing but the most common and obvious person?"
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Post by Lois Lane on Nov 10, 2008 22:58:41 GMT -5
*Lois didn't have the air to respond. She could no longer find the strength to struggle. Her hands lingered on the Jokers for a moment then slipped off, falling lifelessly to her side. The image before her started to close in quickly and her heart continued to beat even faster until it began to slow down. Her eyes rolled back into her head...
Then her head lolled over to one side.*
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Post by The Joker on Nov 10, 2008 23:03:55 GMT -5
Satisfied, the Joker finally released his hold and allowed the dead Lois to slump to the floor. And the Wayne Manor rang with his harsh laughter of victory.
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Post by Lois Lane on Nov 10, 2008 23:21:42 GMT -5
*As she hit the floor, the nearly unconcious Lois involuntarily gasped and coughed for air.*
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Post by The Joker on Nov 10, 2008 23:25:42 GMT -5
The Joker cut himself off mid-laugh, rather displeased. He seized Lois by the hem of her robe and pressed the blade of his knife lightly upon the inside of her cheek.
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Post by Lois Lane on Nov 10, 2008 23:33:44 GMT -5
*Lois barely had any time to catch her breath or realize what he was doing.*
"The outside wasn't enough?" *she said dryly, referring to the cut he gave her at the asylum.*
*Her eyes stayed planted on his face with her usual defiance.*
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Post by The Joker on Nov 11, 2008 0:44:20 GMT -5
"Oh, that time--that time was hardly a threat!" he laughed. "But this time, we're down to the nitty-gritty... the real deal. How 'bout we put a smile on this face of yours?"
The Joker applied the slightest bit of pressure upon the knife.
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Post by Lois Lane on Nov 11, 2008 0:56:02 GMT -5
*She closed her eyes hoping he'd do whatever he was going to do quickly.
Curiously enough, in those brief moments, only one thought ran circles in her mind... and that thought was of Bruce.*
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Post by The Joker on Nov 11, 2008 1:15:37 GMT -5
While the Joker's grip on the knife tightened ever so slightly, he did not immediately ease the thick, mounting tension. His free hand brushed back Lois's hair mockingly, and the same hand lightly slapped both her cheeks.
"C'mon, where's the fun in that, Lois Lane? Scream, thrash around, hit me! Put up a fight! This is an opportunity for you to regain your dignity--perhaps, some better last words?"
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Post by Lois Lane on Nov 11, 2008 13:13:05 GMT -5
*Lois turned her head sharply, trying to get away from his hands.*
"I won't indulge you," *she said with absolute disgust.*
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Post by The Joker on Nov 11, 2008 13:42:20 GMT -5
"Your loss," he shrugged.
And the Joker tore the blade of the knife through Lois's cheek.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Nov 28, 2008 13:39:52 GMT -5
Except, it was in fact not a knife, but a hand lightly slapping her cheek to wake her up.
"Lois!" Bruce called. "Wake up!"
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Post by Lois Lane on Nov 28, 2008 13:48:56 GMT -5
*Lois awoke, screaming. The only thing that prooved to her that it was real was the raw, burning in her lungs. She shot up, saw Bruce and felt a vague sense of relief settle over her-- Then she realized what her clothes looked like. The robe she wore to bed was gaping in the front and she quickly grabbed her blanket to cover herself.*
"Jesus! What're you doing here?" *she cried, defensively.*
*She sat there, half feigning self-consciousness, but that dream...*
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