Well, I wanted adventure and excitement. I'll give ya that. But this was ridiculous.
What an awkward atmosphere, what do I even say. Fiction or not, these four men were literal serial killers. They kill serial. They aren't nice people. And they knocked me out.
And I guess technically kidnapped me?? And perhaps were keeping me captive??
Sigh..
I'm sure quite a lot of you are wondering who in the actual corndog these men are.
And this is why I'm going to tell you. Considering that telling about characters is kind've my thing.
Since the Master appeared to be the leader of the bunch, I'll go ahead and start with him.
In the British TV series, Doctor Who, the Doctor, the main character, is among the alien race that hail from the planet Gallifrey called Timelords. As character knowledge is my thing, time is their's.
They grow spaceships, called a T.A.R.D.I.S., on their planet that are capable of traveling through all of space and time. Okay, with maybe a few exceptions. It can't do fiction, for one, so there's that.
And paradoxes are a bit tricky, yada yada.
Anyway, a war took place at some point between the people of Gallifrey and their sworn enemy, the Daleks. The brutal war was brutal...the only way to end it was sacrificing both parties..and the only man willing to do this was the Doctor. Now, he was the last...or so he thought.
His own archenemy...the Master...was quite alive and well.
What an awkward atmosphere, what do I even say. Fiction or not, these four men were literal serial killers. They kill serial. They aren't nice people. And they knocked me out.
And I guess technically kidnapped me?? And perhaps were keeping me captive??
Sigh..
I'm sure quite a lot of you are wondering who in the actual corndog these men are.
And this is why I'm going to tell you. Considering that telling about characters is kind've my thing.
Since the Master appeared to be the leader of the bunch, I'll go ahead and start with him.
In the British TV series, Doctor Who, the Doctor, the main character, is among the alien race that hail from the planet Gallifrey called Timelords. As character knowledge is my thing, time is their's.
They grow spaceships, called a T.A.R.D.I.S., on their planet that are capable of traveling through all of space and time. Okay, with maybe a few exceptions. It can't do fiction, for one, so there's that.
And paradoxes are a bit tricky, yada yada.
Anyway, a war took place at some point between the people of Gallifrey and their sworn enemy, the Daleks. The brutal war was brutal...the only way to end it was sacrificing both parties..and the only man willing to do this was the Doctor. Now, he was the last...or so he thought.
His own archenemy...the Master...was quite alive and well.
The Master is, and always has been, a complete and total maniac.
He holds no regard for the lives of others and deems us especially worthless. No compassion, no mercy, no love in his cold heart. He'll kill you just as fast as he will hold a conversation with you.
He uses and enslaves others and deems himself master of all. So yeah, dude's got quite a bit of ego.
Doctor believed his enemy to be dead, until on one of his travels with his companion, Martha Jones..companions, of course, being the people he travels with to keep from being alone..and his OTHER companion...sort've...Captain Jack Harkness..
that's when he discovered the painful truth that the Master was alive. See, Timelords can do this thing...a way of cheating death..right before they die, they...well..regenerate.
A process that involves lots of golden alien energy spewing everywhere and maybe a bit of screaming...idk, I've never asked them if it was painful..annnddddd a new face, new body...new a lot of things. Sort've like shape-shifting, actually. Doc done it about 11 times.
Ya gotta regenerate quick, though, or else..well..you just die from whatever wounds you have.
Master regenerated after being resurrected by the Timelords..he ran from danger, and used the Chameleon Arch, a thingy that rewrites your Timelord biology into a human's..to pose as a human.
He had amnesia due to the transfer, which is normal, trust me, and lived as a human professor, naming himself Yana. He basically lived at the end of the universe and time itself..he was an old man when Doc found him, unaware of his true identity...and Master opened his pocketwatch, the Arch, which kept his Timelord identity intact..and he remembered who he was.
Killing the assistant he had as Yana, he abandoned the Doctor, Martha and Jack and stole their T.A.R.D.I.S., right after he regenerated into the quite handsome lad you see below.
This is him...very appropriate, you'll find....
He holds no regard for the lives of others and deems us especially worthless. No compassion, no mercy, no love in his cold heart. He'll kill you just as fast as he will hold a conversation with you.
He uses and enslaves others and deems himself master of all. So yeah, dude's got quite a bit of ego.
Doctor believed his enemy to be dead, until on one of his travels with his companion, Martha Jones..companions, of course, being the people he travels with to keep from being alone..and his OTHER companion...sort've...Captain Jack Harkness..
that's when he discovered the painful truth that the Master was alive. See, Timelords can do this thing...a way of cheating death..right before they die, they...well..regenerate.
A process that involves lots of golden alien energy spewing everywhere and maybe a bit of screaming...idk, I've never asked them if it was painful..annnddddd a new face, new body...new a lot of things. Sort've like shape-shifting, actually. Doc done it about 11 times.
Ya gotta regenerate quick, though, or else..well..you just die from whatever wounds you have.
Master regenerated after being resurrected by the Timelords..he ran from danger, and used the Chameleon Arch, a thingy that rewrites your Timelord biology into a human's..to pose as a human.
He had amnesia due to the transfer, which is normal, trust me, and lived as a human professor, naming himself Yana. He basically lived at the end of the universe and time itself..he was an old man when Doc found him, unaware of his true identity...and Master opened his pocketwatch, the Arch, which kept his Timelord identity intact..and he remembered who he was.
Killing the assistant he had as Yana, he abandoned the Doctor, Martha and Jack and stole their T.A.R.D.I.S., right after he regenerated into the quite handsome lad you see below.
This is him...very appropriate, you'll find....
He went to a more comfortable time, being 2006, 2007, and worked himself up to be the literal prime minster of Britain, known as Harold Saxon. He took for himself a companion and used her to pose as his wife. Doctor found a way to get back, just in time to realize the Master's plan to take over the Earth and obliterate millions of lives. He became the ruler and halfway succeeded with his plans..until the Doctor stopped him, of course. He intended to keep him with him in the T.A.R.D.I.S. due to him being too dangerous to be left alone. Well, guess what? Plot twist. Lucy, his annoying companion/wife slave, shot him. Yep. Apparently, she didn't care for his abuse and horrible treatment of her. Imagine that. Refusing to be stuck with the Doctor, he avoided regeneration and let himself succumb to his injuries. But wait! There's more..
While he did, indeed, die at that point, and the Doctor burned his remains in a personal Timelord-to-Timelord funeral, the Master turned out to have followers here on Earth. Human followers.
Using his special little ring, and a few other ingredients, including an incarcerated Lucy's imprint, the "widow's kiss", which had his DNA, the Master was brought back.
Something Miss Lucy Saxon was not on board with. Before his resurrection could be completed, Lucy interrupted it by throwing a dangerous concoction at his developing body and she wound up killing him....again....or so she thought. While she sacrificed herself and basically the whole prison, Master somehow survived and scampered off before he could be discovered. He wound up dressing like a hoodlum and went into the more poor parts of merry old London, among the less fortunate souls, to go into hiding. Due to his resurrection being incomplete, Master became eternally hungry.
Hungry for energy. That includes the energy of humans. And so...he basically began sucking the lifeforce from people, to sustain his own existence. Doctor found him, of course.
Before Master was kidnapped by an un-interesting blockhead who wanted HIM to repair an alien contraption he found that he nicknamed the "Immortality Gate". All for his stuck-up daughter. Peh.
Master did, indeed, repair it. And tweaked it for his own purposes, naturally.
When the Doctor arrived, Master made his move and wound up using the gate to connect with every single human mind on the planet and literally morphed their templates into his own.
To where now, he had millions and millions of Masters running about the earth.
While the gate SHOULD have repaired his condition, it wasn't enough. He was still glitching and still dying and still hungry. Not to mention the infamous drumbeat remained, of which had been tormenting his mind for quite some time. Personally, I wanna know how in the ham sandwich he can think properly with that going on...oh wait..
Well yes, the Doctor naturally won again, after Master used the gate to transport Gallifrey to Earth and tried to gain favor with the Timelords, but they callously denied him and Doctor had to stop them and banish them back to the timelock, fully prepared to die as the Timelord president readied to kill him..
at the last second, Master stepped in and rescued the Doc, getting his revenge on the Timelords and sacrificing himself in the process as him, the Timelords and Gallifrey disappeared.
That was seemingly the last we saw of him...so...presumably..he died.
The old sponge, as I noted, is quite handsome.
He's British, of course, having a normally deep, soothing accent which is quite surprising for a villain, but it can get a bit rough and intimidating when he's yelling and high-pitched when he's being silly.
Well yes, the Doctor naturally won again, after Master used the gate to transport Gallifrey to Earth and tried to gain favor with the Timelords, but they callously denied him and Doctor had to stop them and banish them back to the timelock, fully prepared to die as the Timelord president readied to kill him..
at the last second, Master stepped in and rescued the Doc, getting his revenge on the Timelords and sacrificing himself in the process as him, the Timelords and Gallifrey disappeared.
That was seemingly the last we saw of him...so...presumably..he died.
The old sponge, as I noted, is quite handsome.
He's British, of course, having a normally deep, soothing accent which is quite surprising for a villain, but it can get a bit rough and intimidating when he's yelling and high-pitched when he's being silly.
He's a bit insane, I might add, so he has his goofy moments.
It's a well known fact that villains are bipolar.
His formerly brown hair was turned into a bleached blonde as a result of Lucy's explosive interruption.
Apparently you turn blonde if your resurrection is interrupted.
His eyes are a warm brown, has an average peach complexion and he stands about 5'9.
While he wore a suit in his prime minister days, since his revival he has worn ratty old clothes he prob stole from a random victim, being black pants, black hoodie, red t-shirt and um..regular shoes?
That you wear? hm..
you also apparently turn into a hoodlum if your resurrection is interrupted. Sound logic.
He was in these same clothes, so, it's a little unclear how much time had actually passed since he sacrificed himself. Or..perhaps..time had changed somehow. idk...
onto the next villain.
Jim...Jim is another story. There is no one quite like Jim Moriarty.
I don't even know how to describe. The only clear glimpse of his past that we were given was the moment he became Moriarty. When he killed the boy that bullied him by causing him to drown.
This led to a police investigation that piqued the interest of a young Sherlock Holmes, which turned into the case that inspired Sherlock to be Sherlock. This might actually explain the deep connection the two feel toward one another..hm..but yeah. Jim...he has issues.
Since the beginning, he has seen himself as a shining ray of light, while the rest of the world is drab and the people are drabber. Because of this, he holds no regard for others' lives, and finds life itself boring. In fact..that's him in the entire show. The reason he does everything. He's bored.
Yes, he's an actual 5 year old. No world domination, no twisted revenge plan, no murdering people for the thrill of it. He is just bored. He'd overthrow China just to get five minutes of amusement from it.
I'm through with this barnacle.
Moriarty had his hand in many of the criminal activities throughout the Sherlock series, being a criminal consultant and all. Much of which he got involved with in hopes he'd grab the attention of his eventual foe. Despite him coming against him, he recognizes that him and Holmes are very much alike..he just chooses to be the one behind the crimes, as opposed to solving them. He lured Holmes to find out his true identity, even going as far as blatantly meeting the detective in his own little disguise, which went unnoticed by Sherlock. He at one point dated Molly Hooper, the morgue girl, who also happens to be in love with Holmes, just to get closer and learn more about his archenemy.
He eventually met Sherlock face-to-face at an indoor pool, the very same that he killed his old bully victim, whilst having John strapped with explosives and snipers pointing their little red dots at both the Baker Street boys. Tables turned once Sherlock unstrapped John of the explosives and pointed his gun at them to threaten Moriarty, who stood infront of them. The Irish beetle was called off, however...when Irene Adler, one of his associates, convinced him otherwise via the phone.
He went on for some time to continue his work as a criminal consultant while Sherlock did his own detective work..until Jim abruptly walked into the Tower of London, assaulted a guard with pepperspray, unlocked a prison, bank and the Tower's security with a few taps of his phone, and casually broke the glass of the case that protected the crown, throne and scepter, just to sit and don them like a fab queen. Yes, I know. This man is too much.
He was indeed arrested and put on trial. But just as the court and Sherlock came close to finally putting him away..he got off. Thanks, in part, due to him threatening the members of the jury by bribing them with the lives of their loved ones for his freedom. Expecting to see very soon his complicated rival, Sherlock played his violin, while Jim crept up the stairs to his...sigh.....flat..
and walked into the room just for the two to have some tea. Leading upto, of course, the moment where Jim, like a proper villain, lays out hints at having something big planned for Sherlock.
Something big, indeed. Jim's plan takes effect some months later when he conducts a series of events for Sherlock to take part in that gradually start to point to Sherlock himself as the culprit.
Anderson and Donovan, repeated critics of Holmes, voiced their suspicions of Holmes to Lestrade, the police inspector. Moriarty successfully convincing the police to turn against the detective, they go to arrest Sherlock and wind up arresting John, too, after Watson punched the chief for trashing his friend. But Sherlock escapes, aiming to clear his name, taking John with him.
Where they stumble upon a disguised Moriarty, hiding out with a reporter whom Sherlock shamed earlier on, that was now itching to help frame him and make Moriarty into an innocent actor used by Sherlock in his schemes to appear to the world as a brilliant detective.
Sherlock has enough of the nonsense and takes off after Moriarty, only for the fiend to escape and disappear. Desperate as the police are now looking for him, Sherlock conducts a plan of his own and seeks the help of Molly Hooper.
Meeting with Jim Moriarty, atop a roof, Jim reveals the grand finale of his plan. . . for Sherlock to kill himself. Moriarty had destroyed the career, name and life of his detective rival, but was not satisfied until he completed the story he wrote in his little evil head..one with Holmes dying.
At the same time, he was distressed. Life itself was much too boring now and he no longer saw a point in it. He expressed this to Sherlock and revealed to him that he was disappointed in him.
Sherlock, the only one he could find that thinks like him, is on the side of the angels.
Holmes, of course, rejected the idea of suicide, but Moriarty informed him that if he did not heed to his plans, he would have assassins take out the people he cared about the most..being John, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade. But when Sherlock notices the error Jim made by implying he could call the assassins off, Moriarty recognizes that as long as he's alive, there's no getting Sherlock to complete the story.
And so, he took his gun and killed himself. Thus forcing Sherlock to stage his death, and go MIA for awhile......so there, you have the existence of Jim Moriarty. An adorable evil teddy bear who will bite your head off for the sheer entertainment of it all.
As I have previously mentioned, Moriarty is handsome. Quite handsome. And it's not fair.
He has shortly cut black hair and skin as white as mine, standing about 5'8, an inch shorter than Master. He speaks in a peculiar Irish accent that can get really low and aggressive when he's yelling, and really high when he's goofing or being just bloody insane. Much like the Master..actually the Joker does this, too, so it must be a common villain problem, dear god, they're the same people.
Anyway...Moriarty is more a boy in a man's body than anything, really.
A boy that'll destroy his toys once he gets bored with them. So it's best to keep him occupied with interesting stuff. Not boring stuff. hm....also like the Master..or at least pre-hoodlum Master.. Moriarty loves wearing suits, along with the occasional black coat and pair of sunglasses, so he's always styling. I might also note...Jim is flirty....with everything. Whether he does this as a joke, I dunno.
Despite my skepticism of sociopaths not feeling anything, rather it taking quite a lot to MAKE them feel, on a deeper level, the fact that he's a sociopath could contribute to this.
He uses the concept of emotions and feeling to manipulate people. Like it's all a game to him.
I don't know, but I do know that he's beautiful and I'm not okay with looking at him.
This is him...
His face offends me. Onward to Joker.
It's hard to go about the fandom life and not at least hear about the Joker.
The cackling, psychotic archfoe of Batman, who famously dons a twisted clown appearance well. This adaption is a bit more..complicated. His plans were rather genius and unexpected, even for the masked vigilante Batman, a.k.a. billionaire Bruce Wayne. A truly cunning and unpredictable criminal, the Joker entered the Dark Knight movie by rather effectively robbing a mob bank, using goons to assist him that he ordered to kill eachother as soon as their jobs were completed.
Leaving him the only survivor, posing as one of the goons, while secretly being the very same Joker they took the orders from. He made off with quite a bit of the mob's dough and later approached the mob in full Joker garb to propose a deal to them, explaining the only way to win and gain back the respect is if they killed Batman. And when they work out how much of THEIR money he'd be getting, him stating half, their opinion of the man dropped down to 0% and after a few more insulting jabs, one of the mobsters lunged up after him, only to have Joker simultaneously spring up and threaten them all with the explosives strapped to his chest. He edged out to his escape to wreak havoc elsewhere.
Batman, Harvey Dent and the cops dealt with the mobsters, not taking Joker seriously as a real threat, which was a great mistake on their part, since he used this to his advantage to plan to tear the city apart. Soon, when they finally feel at ease with the mob locked up, Joker ignites a spark of terror by snatching one of Bats' impersonators and killing him, recording himself doing so, with the threat that if Batman doesn't turn himself in and reveal his true identity, he'll keep on killing people, starting that night. Still, the heroes proceed to celebrate with a lavish fundraiser for Dent at Bruce's penthouse, but in came Joker, who charges in with a squadron of goons behind him, aiming to kill Dent, to hold the attendants up at gun-point. Whilst threatening one of the people, Joker is boldly confronted by Rachel, Batman's childhood friend and love interest, who he circles and intimidates, soon pulling out a knife and bringing her close to press it against her as he tells her the story of how he got the scars.
Supposedly, he gave himself the scars as a result to cheer up his 'wife', who herself had scars due to being attacked by criminals. You might be thinking this is legit, but alas..
He told yet another story elsewhere about how he got the scars from his abusive father.
So you really can't believe what the child says.
Anyhow, Batman came to the rescue, as usual, and beat up Joker's goons..where Joker abruptly snatched Rachel and held her at gunpoint..which escalated to him shooting the enormous glass window behind him and held her over the edge. Bats made the mistake of telling him to let her go..
so he did, and Rachel went flying into a speedy descent. Bats naturally caught her..because he's Batman..and now the posse of heroes realized just how dangerous the Joker was.
Considering he killed the police commissioner and judge that very same night.
So, there was only one choice. Bruce had to do the thing. And try to do the thing he did..
until Harvey took it upon himself to cover for Bats and claim HE was Batman in order to lure the Joker in. And lure in the Joker he did. Joker came after him via a semitruck while Harvey was taken into protective arresting police custody inside an armored truck.
Joker used everything he could to blow the truck up, including a stinking bazooka.
How the boy got that kinda firepower, idek. But he was rocking it.
Very quickly, Bats showed up to save the day..again. And Joker found himself facing off against the vigilante, whom was riding his glorious cycle which I wanna steal. Joker came close to killing him at that point, as Bats came close to doing the same. Thankfully, Gordon came to the rescue and the lot took Joker into police custody. Oh, but my dears, this is not the end you were assuming, seeing as how I mentioned he was supposed to be in police custody in the present..um...close to present. The present before the present. Now, he still had plans..even in a cell..like kidnapping Harvey and Rachel and blowing up the latter before she could be saved and damaging Bats' feels and causing Dent to pummel over the edge of his sanity, whom then on sought revenge on all those responsible, and Joker proceeding to tear the city apart, leading to a scheme to have the citizens turn on eachother to prove they are just as ugly as him underneath. To sum things up..Harvey died trying to kill Gordon's family and Joker failed in his plans and Batman took the blame for everything that Harvey did as Two Face and Joker was taken into custody for good at that point. So yeah..that's Heath Ledger's Joker for ya.
He's a complete and total calculated psycho, on top of being an anarchist, and quite frankly, he terrifies me. Out've all of them, he's the one that worries me the most. No lies.
He's unpredictable and capable of pretty aggressive combat. I wish I could say he's a nice, warm, cuddly villain once you get to know him, but that is not the case. He gets worse.
He is also very much bipolar, okay, the man growls like a demon at you one minute, then skips down the street, humming with a knife the next. I can't with this man, either.
He's also a bit strange looking, my favorite clown. He has dark hair that comes down just above his shoulders that he dyed a faded green, that's messy and unwashed as all heck. His skin is an average peach, his dark, shark-like eyes a deep brown. I can't say he's handsome, cuz I'm not attracted to him, but he is handsome..somewhere..beneath all the makeup. Ah yes, the makeup.
The man wears white all over his face, with red smeared across his mouth and scars to form a smile.
The makeup, as one of his goons once commented, is like 'war paint', aimed to scare people.
As for his clothes, he has an ultra special custom-tailored purple suit, with a green vest and patterned button-up shirt underneath, topped with a black and um...diamond-patterned?? tie. Sometimes wears purple leather gloves. With dark dress shoes. Also a chain attached to his pants, like me. ^_^
Probably the one and only thing we'll have in common.
This is him..
What more can I say about the Joker besides he's a terrifying clown?? I mean, like..let's move on.
Bane..dear Bane..evil muscular Winnie the Pooh Vader Yoda Bane.
That is how we will describe him. Think a giant mountain with the intelligence of a professor and the talkative impulses of a shark. All the while surprisingly capable of giving you the feels.
Bane is a complete mystery. While he's an evil sort, he has a warped sense of justice and will within minutes snap your neck if you in any way say or do something that doesn't benefit his interests.
Bane, my boy, has a tragic past. He was the honorary protector of Talia Al Ghul, the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul, the very man responsible for teaching Bruce everything he knows.
He did his job well, we'll say, as he helped her to escape the pit prison they were in, while he stayed behind to fend off the swarms of prisoners trying to come at them. It was here that he received the injuries that would permanently plague him. Brutal punks scarred up (in other words, beat him up so badly) that he would have eternal pain from said injuries..that he would still suffer from if not for the mask that was specifically crafted for him and his neediness. The mask essentially fuels him with pain meds that suppress the pain as long as it's attached correctly. If not, he'll start to experience panic, fiery nerves, gradual weakness and unwellness, until his oxygen depletes to a critical level. Poor bear.
Anyway.
He and Talia dashed off together to do various less-than-heroic deeds, staying overseas to do their saving-the-world-in-their-own-way work. At one point, Talia brought Bane into the League of Shadows, being her protector and friend and all. He was brutal, he was useful and all, but this did not change her pops' choice to excommunicate him from the League. Simply cuz Bane loved Talia.
Dads, amiright?
Anyhow, he and Talia ran off to do their own thing, Tal peeved at her dad for what he did to Bane and unwilling to forgive him. Until the occurrence of Ra's' death. Unfortunately, with Bruce being involved, he was blamed for this and Talia sought out vengeance, Bane following right behind like the loyal little puppy he is. And thus, the Dark Knight Rises consists of Bane causing terror upon Gotham, luring out Bruce just to attack him and break his back and throwing him into the pit and it was a mess.
Talia went undercover as Miranda Tate, seemingly an ally and love interest of Bruce until the very end, where she revealed that she was the one responsible for bringing him down and taking over Gotham in order to exact revenge. Welp, yeah..
Bane helped her carry out her plans, taking the front as the one responsible.
While he was front and center, she was in the background, pulling the strings. He led a group of mercenaries, very loyal mercenaries, whom brought the Gothamites to their knees, killing many and setting loose the criminals as part of their 'bringing balance to the world' plan. See, Bane took a rather hard punch to the mask by Bruce during their final showdown, which caused Bats to get the drop on him and the brute was kicked through a glass door, only to succumb to the pain and fall to the ground, curling up like a bug. Batman interrogated him, punching him once again, trying to figure out who had the trigger to the bomb aiming to destroy Gotham. That's when Talia stabbed Bats in the side and revealed that she, not Bane, escaped from the pit and that she was Ra's daughter.
And basically everything else I told you. Welp.
Talia left Bane with Bruce to go and carry out their plan. Bane's anger got the best of him, and just as he was about to kill Batman once and for all, Selina Kyle, a.k.a. Catwoman, a.k.a. the one and only love interest I will ever accept for Brucy, jumped in and rescued Bruce, blowing Bane back with a shot from the Batcycle, killing him. Oh, and Talia died too, five minutes later. I don't care about her, so nyah. Moving on.
Bane is a tricky fellow. He's big and tough and muscular and brutal, but he's also highly intelligent and super resourceful and a giant teddy bear when it comes down to feels. He's a sensitive fellow whom I even felt sorry for. The tragic thing about him is he was so loyal and protective and honest to goodness thinks what he's doing is right, when in reality, it's pretty evil.
So he does, in some ways, differ from the other three. Joker wants anarchy, Master wants dominion and Moriarty..well...um..he just wants to kill cuz he's bored. So, uh..he wants to be entertained.
We'll go with that.
Anyway, Bane is a sight to see. He towers over me, and hovers over the others, standing at 6'2-3, just a little over Joker, who's already pretty tall, standing at 6'1.
He has average peach skin found on a typical white guy, with light brown expressive eyes, hugely impressive build in the muscle department, which, with one squeeze from his thick arm, your throat can and will be crushed. He once choked a man to death in under 3 seconds. And it was one of his own. So yeah, anyhoo, he wears very bleak, dismal colored military-styled clothing. Not camou, mind you, more like desert warrior junk. Very heavy duty and adds to his hardcore, intimidating image, with heavy duty boots and what not. His mask is black, the center covered with intricate tubes that are the source of providing him his medication. The mask itself covers his mouth and nose..in other words, half his face, but his eyes and bald head, which used to sport brown hair, are very visible.
He has a British sounding accent, despite hailing from a deserty place, that's a bit muffled and Vader-sounding due to the mask. He doesn't say too much, not to the point of annoyance, but hey.
He's just an all-around pretty epic dude, ya got me? I love the guy.
This is him...the one with the mask, not the other guy....
Seriously though, am I the only one who dislikes Talia very strongly, Bane gave everything for her, EVEN TAKING PERMANENT INJURIES TO THE FACE, and in the end, he was still stuck in the friendzone. Low class at it's lowest.
In terms of age, Master, being a Timelord, is several hundreds of years old, with the appearance of a man in his mid-30's to early 40's. Jim is possibly the youngest looking, and youngest period, of the four, being somewhere in his 30's, with Joker following with the same result. Bane would be counted as the second oldest. Judging by the appearance of his past self at the time of the unfortunate incident, I'd say he was maybe in his late teens to early 20's. Which would place him, 30 years down the line, in his 40's, 50's, maybe 60's. Who knows.
But for an older fellow, he certainly is spry..
This is me, btw
Anyhow, my whole deal is, Master and Moriarty presumably committed suicide, Bane had a hole put through him and Joker had been incarcerated ever since. So why the beefloaf were the four infront of me??????
I think you get now why these men are highly murderous, stone-cold-hearted fiends that will kill you without hesitation and take great pleasure in being the source of the pain of others, therefore you'd naturally assume the natural thing to do is fight your way out, run away, never look back, and attempt to inform the police, yeah? Well...yeah.............unless you're me, of course.
I immediately darted to the four, with absolutely no warning or reason, bolting and running like a wild animal, laughing hysterically like a maniac. They enlarged their eyes and began to back away, no doubt thinking I was stark-raving mad, which I am, but I was not aiming to tackle in that way, I was aiming to tackle in another.
"FINALLY!!!!!!!" I screeched like a pterodactyl, glomping the center of the four, being Master, so hard that he brought the rest down as he fell and all five of us collapsed to the floor, with a thud.
I found myself serving as the cherry top on the icecream, as I lay atop the four, outstretching my arms to reach all of them, making sure to squish them to form a bundle of morally questionable gents.
They coughed and wheezed and yelped and hacked, trying to break free.
"I knew it, I knew it, I was crazy, but I knew it!!!"
They wheezed again as I squished them in a mess of a hug.
"You existed all this time, I knew it, I knew it, I KNEW IT, YOU'RE REAL!! DSKDKWDJWHKHD"
It was incredibly odd...surreal, you might say...to be touching fictional characters, let alone embracing them. Four men thought to be the products of the imagination..impossible for them to exist in our realm, and yet, here they were.
All the dreams I've had over the years, however, where we traveled together, the characters and myself, only fueled my belief that they had to be more than just fiction. They meant too much to me for that. Be this a dream or not, I didn't care. I was taking advantage of this eerily realistic illusion. Well, as little as I am, tough or not, even I couldn't hold them in place forever, and one of them did indeed manage to escape. I was too excited to notice who, but it really didn't matter, for not one minute after, I felt a strong hand grab me by the hood from behind and like that, I was pulled right from my grip around the remaining three, and lifted into the air by about 3 or so feet from the ground. I dangled like a worm on a hook.
It's quite obvious who was capable of hanging me at that height with such steady ease, so it didn't take me long to realize who was the culprit. That and I was staring right down at Joker, Master and Moriarty, who in the meantime were steadily recovering, crawling up with many heavy breaths breathed. Ok, so I might've choked them a little.
Joker was the first to stand, wobbling like a drunkard, where he turned to me, with widened, panicked eyes, and pointed at me. "Either that squirt gets over-the-top excited or she's just as crazy as we are!" Despite it being a little uncomfortable to breathe, I still could not avoid running my mouth or using sass or both, idk, they're actually one and the same with me.
"..both. Both is good."
The three looked at me, Joker giving me an unamused expression for my comment, where Master rolled his tense neck and huffed as his eyes returned to me, his hands now at his hips.
"Please tell me we got the wrong girl." Joker uttered before gesturing at me with a wave of a hand.
"I refuse to handle this the entire time."
"My apologies." I croaked. "I swear I can control myself...usually...most of the time."
Bane moved me enough to the side to face him, his gaze menacing and scolding.
"If you wish to be released, I'd suggest you learn to control yourself now or else our business with you will be all the more unpleasant." I swallowed, but elected to say nothing. Just hovered there, like a dangling noodle. What can one really say when threatened by Bane?
"Alright-" said Master, directing my attention to him.
He stepped towards me, standing just a foot or so away from my dangling body and he leaned in, looking as strong and authoritative as his villainous self could muster, while still maintaining a level of rough and edgy symptoms of being completely screwed up in the head.
"I'm going to ask you some relatively simple questions. If I don't like what I hear or if you start to act like a rabid rodent again, I will not hesitate to end your pointless existence on the spot. I won't lose even a minute of sleep over it, either. Is that understood?"
I blinked my big bright blue/green eyes. I was the only one in that place with light eyes.
With one simple shake of the head, I confirmed that I did indeed understand.
Master stood up straight once more, tightening his jaw and breathing quietly, but forcefully.
He was noticeably irritated. "Tell me again, what's your name?"
The question, for some reason, threw me off and made me hesitate to say anything.
My eyes moved to Joker and Moriarty, who were watching with the greatest of intrigue.
"..Sarah...Sarah Demens..." I swallowed. "But..Demens isn't my real last name. It's just my pen name, Sarah D.. My real last name is-" "Don't know, don't care. Only need what's necessary."
I sighed inwardly.
"Are you from Earth?" "Unfortunately, yes." "So you were born there?" "To my utter disappointment."
"And you're human?" "To my forever shame, yes. I'm still having talks with God about this."
"To the best of your knowledge, do you possess any unnatural powers?"
"I can irritate people really fast."
He got closer. "How old are you?" "Funny you should ask that, I LITERALLY just turned 19."
Here, there was a brief pause, before..
"Nineteen..nineteen...nineteen, sHE'S NINETEEN."
Yes, Joker, we heard you.
"I knew this was a mistake, she's the wrong freaking girl."
Master swung around, "YOU were the one who took her!" "YOU were the one who picked her!"
"I was the one who sat and watched." Moriarty returned his eyes to the floor, proceeding to do a little jig as he placed his hands in his pockets; while Joker and Master both simultaneously scowled at him.
Joker looked back at Master. "We should've kept looking, not march to the fife your little computer plays." "Stop complaining, you idiot, my T.A.R.D.I.S. didn't get a thing wrong."
"Oh really? And how is the kid benefiting us SO far?"
"Okay, but could someone please call Bane off, I'm starting to lose the circulation in my neck."
Once all eyes returned to me, I gave a tiny, weak and pathetic cough to attempt to make them sympathetic towards me, but only a second later, I remembered just who it was I was trying to reach.
As expected..they were unimpressed. I glowered.
"Just let me down."
Master smirked suspiciously and like that, snapped his fingers.
As if on cue, Bane almost immediately released his grip and dropped my tininess to the floor.
Did it hurt? Of course it did. I winced as the bones inside my knees rattled and ached, pressing roughly against the hard metal floor. I made sure to cast Master a glare once I recovered.
If I was a cursing girl, I woulda cursed. "Okay, I answered your bloody questions, now answer mine."
I pushed myself up with my hands, letting out an irritated grunt as I rose to my full height, finalizing my lift with a deep exhale and I looked up at the Timelord, placing my hand on my hip.
"It doesn't work like that." Master snipped with a shake of the head. But I would have none of it.
"Uh-uh. You're not in charge here, Mr. British Hot-Stuff. You may THINK you are, but you're not."
I stepped up and prodded his chest. "Because DEAD people don't got no ruling rights. Unless I say, of course." yes, he was offended. And I didn't care.
"How are all of you alive?" "You tell us." "Why are you here?" "You tell us." "Why do you need me?"
"You tell us." "Why are you like this?" "You tell us." "You cabbage."
"I must say, she's rather useless so far." "Ok, that's rude, I just got here and you frigging knocked me out and I still don't know what I'm doing here, so gimme a break." "We broke through the wall of portals linking to other dimensions." "Thank you, you Irish beauty. Finally, one of you lot are being useful."
I sidled to Moriarty, who eyed me half-consciously. "And how'd you guys come back to life?"
He thought for a moment before looking back and wiggling his fingers. "Magic."
"Okay, you're done being useful." Back to my original position.
"If someone don't start talking right now, I'm..I'm.....I'mmmm..."
"You're going to sit."
And uppity buppity, Bane snatched me by the hood, again, and lifted me into the air, again, carrying my body to a nearby chair and seating me with surprising ease. And there I sat.
"Well then.."
Master approached my chair, putting a finger up to his mouth.
"Now quiet. Shut up for two bloody moments and you'll learn something."
My mouth fell. He was so offensive.
He gave me a glare before backing away and joining the others in pulling chairs up infront of mine, where they seated rather sophisticatedly. Bane remained standing behind me, looming over me like a dark storm cloud. I sat silently, crinkling my eyebrows at the three infront of me, pulling their chairs up closer until we were sorta huddled and I ended up uncomfortable. My eyes fell to the floor as their gaze met mine. "You said you wanted to know how we're alive?" The Master calmly questioned.
I lifted my eyes. "I did, indeed."
He was only two feet away from me. I was still uncomfortable. He lifted his chin.
"Fine. But I expect complete silence. No interruptions. And if you spaz in any way, even for a second, I'll throw you out of this ship and leave you for the birds to pick at. Understood?"
"Why you so violent?" "Is it?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Yes..if I have ta...."
"Good."
Another eye-roll.
I could immediately tell how this was gonna go.
"Alright, begin." "I'll begin when I decide to begin."
"You are meaner than I am on my worst moodswings, and a third of the planet dies at those times."
He went on to start. I was ignored. More sighs.
"After I killed Rassilon and Gallifrey returned to its origin dimension, I was lost, somewhere between time and space, trapped in darkness itself. I floated in the air, flashes of my past playing in my mind over and over, the drums plaguing me like mad. I tried to scream or make a noise of any kind..I couldn't eat, sleep, move, breathe..I realized then I wasn't trapped anywhere. I was dead. Dead for what seemed like eons." "Same." Jim interrupted. Master glared behind him.
"And myself." Bane included.
The Timelord looked at him and lowered his eyebrows. "As I was saying...I was dead for what seemed like eons. Unable to touch anything, see anything, smell anything..I wonder now if this place was a sort of hell...punishment...a retribution..not that it mattered."
This made me sad, actually. I've always wondered what happens to a character when they're no longer in use..was this place just for villains or for dead characters in general?
To quote Loki, the horned idiot..they were made to be ruled.
If they are no longer active...if they are no longer characters..well...it's like a servant who can't serve.
A leader who can't lead..a star that can't shine..a computer without internet.
An oreo without creme.
You get the idea.
But a part of me didn't want to venture on the thought of them being mere fiction.
No...a part of me wanted to believe they weren't characters at all. They were people.
Actual people who thought and felt and lived just like any other human being on my...our..ridiculous little planet. With them being trapped in such a way...it just wasn't fair...but what I felt the most horrible about....the one thing that made me the most guilty..was that I was alive, all that time....
and I couldn't help any of them.
"..Until one fateful moment."
My attention was pulled back in.
"In the darkness, I heard a voice...calling out to me..whispering to me..a thousand tiny things I could scarcely make out..and that's when I heard-- 'Live' -- and a light appeared out of nowhere..and in that moment, air filled my lungs. I was sucked out of the darkness and taken through a sea of stars, zooming so fast, my head spun. There was so much pain, my skin and insides felt like they were being ripped out. For the first time, I screamed..and not two seconds passed before I jerked right into a blinding, fresh-feeling atmosphere. I was taken to a dock, seagulls and boat horns the only sound to accompany the ocean moving beneath the floorboards. I was crouched on the ground, struggling to adjust my vision to the cloudless white sky. Looking around me, half-dazed and confused, I subconsciously lifted myself up to my feet. After a moment, I just simply looked straight ahead. And I took a long, deep inhale, sucking in the scent of the fishy ocean air, as I shut my eyes a minute. I let it out, and I opened them. I was alive...I looked down at my body..still in the same clothes..still in the same body. I never regenerated. I realized not only this, but I hadn't aged a single day, as I moved to a metal plate nearby to inspect myself. I, the Master, had returned to life."
"I woke up on a rooftop-" cut in Jim, which Master casted him a glare for.
"Same clothes I died in..same roof..I climbed to the edge and looked down at all the dull people. I breeeaaatthhheeedddd in-" He just had to do his high voice. "I was alive again. Unfortunately.."
He made a face. "Didn't work as I hoped." "Poor lamb." I frowned.
"Poor lamb? Now you're just picking favorites." "Yes, I am. Continue, Jim boy."
"Well-" "I had been sitting in my cell the entire time." Jim gawked at Joker. Well, Jim AND me.
How rude. But hey, this was something. "Wait what? You were?"
"Yep. I just sat there. Watching. Day in, day out. No change. Then a cop came in, who wasn't really a cop. And he let me out." ..the party fell silent for a moment, as I, Jim, Master and Bane waited to hear more from the clown, who abruptly stopped in the middle of his little story. But as the moments went on and he didn't continue, just stare at us with a bored expression, I squinted at him, realizing he wasn't gonna continue. So insightful. The others had expressions similar to my own, a couple soundlessly gesturing at him. But I didn't have time for him. I looked behind at Bane, who had been staring Joker down, and I waved my hand at him. "Please, go on."
Bane looked down at me a moment before nodding his head.
"I was taken to the same building I perished in. I could not breathe yet, therefore struggled several minutes to gain oxygen. I realized my mask was out of alignment and I rose and looked into my reflection. Once I re-positioned the pieces, I staggered out, not yet able to see clearly..once outside, I was forced to hurry for cover, as there were citizens roaming the streets ahead.
As soon as the way was clear, I made for the alley nearby and traveled down into the sewers, beneath the city, to my former base of operations. I managed to learn that Batman did indeed stop the bomb..and that Talia perished. My men were taken prisoner or killed..it would be foolish to reveal myself when I was just one man. Therefore, I stayed in the shadows. With Batman sacrificing himself for his city and Selina Kyle vanishing, I had very little to target in Gotham. I had no ways of transportation. And so..I waited."
"For what??" "...Opportunity." "ooh, so mysterious." Joker piped in, mockingly.
My eyes edged to him. "You couldn't give him five minutes."
"Eh" "Eh yourself. Master, continue."
Master nodded. "I moved from the dock and into the city. Like Bane, I kept myself in the dark, maintaining a low profile. Wandered the streets, trying to make sense of things. Looking for any sign of the Doctor, a T.A.R.D.I.S., anything. I couldn't find a thing. A week had went by, and I was stuck. Stuck on a planet I hate with every fiber of my being. I had no way of getting off. No connections that were still present. I was stranded. Until....."
His voice trailed off and his dark eyes fell to the floor, with a distant look on his face.
I blinked at him a couple times before finally growing impatient with the pause and edged closer. "Until what?" His eyes lifted. "A T.A.R.D.I.S."
I crinkled my eyebrows.
"A T.A.R.D.I.S. at the dock I had arrived in..I returned to try and hitch a ride on one of the boats..and there it was. A glorious deep blue police box, perfect in every way. I assumed the Doctor would be bumbling out the door at any second, with one of his pathetic human idiots dragging themselves behind him..so..I waited..watched for awhile..but he never came out..never came in. The T.A.R.D.I.S. just sat there, still and vacant. I approached it. Slowly, cautiously...but I stopped. Stopped when I saw something that did not belong."
He paused again, I wanted to choke.
"..a note. Written in large letters, in handwriting I still don't recognize.. 'For the Master..use wisely'.." My eyes enlarged. He smirked.
"The best part was, it was unlocked. The Doctor always locked his T.A.R.D.I.S., so why would this one be unlocked..unless, of course.." "It wasn't his."
He nodded. "As I opened the door, I saw the inside light up before me, as if taking its first breath of life. It had been some time since I had been in a T.A.R.D.I.S.. It certainly was a stimulating moment...and apparently, this one was for me."
He sat back in his chair.
"But this wasn't just any T.A.R.D.I.S.. This one was different. A T.A.R.D.I.S. can change into any shape or color, can travel through all of time and space, but the worlds it visits..they have to be real. It is bound by that. Except this one...it can not only take you through time and to other worlds..but through dimensions. In this case..Character dimensions. This T.A.R.D.I.S. was special. And someone..something..wanted me to have it."
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I was too eager to hear more to just let him leave it at that.
"THEN WHAT HAPPENED, CHILD"
"I could finally find the Doctor. I could leave that disgusting planet and seek revenge on the one who caused me to die..again." My brows lowered. "You literally sacrificed yourself to save him."
His eyes flashed to the others in a silent panic, no doubt worried they'd think he wasn't as evil and fearsome as he appeared to be. But as scared as he seemed, he recovered very quickly and calmly turned his attention back to me, swallowing and clearing his throat as he leaned back against his chair, laying his hands on his knees. "I made it seem that way, didn't I?"
He chuckled, nervously. "When it comes down to it, he's responsible for what happened to me."
"How???" "Because he is, shut up." Sigh. I did legitimately sigh.
"What?" Joker questioned. I shook my head.
"You boys make me sad." "Why's that?"
"Cuz you're so flipping caught up in your own selfish desires that you fail to see just how much you have in common with your 'enemies' and how great a team you'd make if you'd just stop being stupid."
"HA!" "Ha yourselves! Go on with the story, you miscreants."
The villains all exchanged glances, no doubt questioning why they should even bother with me.
But despite of this, Master continued. "Just as I sat and pondered on my next move, the T.A.R.D.I.S. suddenly roared to life and began taking off on its own. I tried to stop it and take control. But it was no use. It was transporting me and there was nothing I could do to stop it."
"Back to me already and not of this foreign freak."
Master casted Jim a glare, who tightened his face seriously, sniffed, pulled up his chair closer to mine in two scoots, then cleared his throat and wiggled his shoulders to a more comfortable, relaxed state.
Master hung his jaw in a tight, irritated manner as he stared at the Irishman with great disdain.
He was mentally cursing him out, I knew it.
"Unlike them, I walked right into the streets and made my presence known. Word got out..Jim Moriarty is back." "Wait, when was this?" "Hm?..um..sometime...."
"Well, what did Sherlock do about it?" "Huh??" "Sherlock Holmes would've come after you, bro. If he knew you were back." His face went tight and he swallowed as his eyes fell to the floor.
"........a few people saw me....." "Ah.....so, you became a rumor. Gotchya. Way t'stretch the truth."
".....I was just sitting there, eating a hotdog-" "You have hotdogs in Britain?"
"Yes, we have hotdogs in Britain.." Master pitched in. Jim blinked.
"I was just sitting there, eating a hotdog." "You already said that." "I was just sitting there, eating a hotdog." "Stop saying that." "I was just sitting there, eating a hotdog." "--"
Master opened his mouth to speak, but I jumped forward and covered it.
My eyes flashed to Jim, who gave the Timelord and me a blank stare.
"--I was just sitting there, eating a hotdog..when this doofus landed on me and caused me to drop it."
Master smacked my hand away. "I did not LAND ON YOU, idiot, I landed AROUND you, there's a DIFFERENCE!" "How could you cause a man to drop his food? Have you any soul?!"
Master swung his head at me, gawking. "You're deliberately taking his side!"
Outwardly, I rolled my eyes. Inwardly, I giggled.
Cuz ya know..Master and Moriarty were quarreling. Moriarty shifted in his seat.
"Of course, I knew who he was, what he was, why I was there, and so I took the most appropriate, logical approach-" "He squealed like a girl and fled for the door."
My hand immediately slapped over my mouth to stifle the explosion of laughter about ready to erupt.
My lungs already hurt. Moriarty gave Master one of the most hateful looks I've ever seen anyone give in my life. Master looked back at him and smiled so smugly, so cockily, so sarcastically, I wanted to cry. Moriarty tilted his head. "Then he tried to kill me." Master lifted a finger while glancing at me.
"This part is right." "And then I made his day."
Master perked up suddenly.
"I peppersprayed him right in the face."
Master shook his head, "No, that part is not right."
"Yes, it is." "No, it's not."
"It's quite true, Master boo, you even still got the red eyes and off-putting smell to prove it."
Master and myself both simultaneously looked to one another when he said this and I nervously smiled, trying to be as polite as possible. "....It's true...."
Master sagged. I turned to Moriarty. "Go on."
"I was getting to that." He snarked. "Well get to it faster." I snarked back in a mocking tone.
He squinted. "After he recovered..a little..." "I didn't.." "...after he recovered...a little.."
"I will bloody-" "Boys." They eyed me with disdain.
"..After he recovered..a little..he questioned me, yelling about how I got here, and being a big baby, but I escaped." "--And after I chased you and tackled you, I got my answer." "I will turn you into a pair of GLOVES." "Why you so violent." "It's charming to some." "I mean, I love it, I'm Viking, I'm not complaining." "--back to the story, I tackled him and questioned him, and got the answers I needed. Still...really unsure why the T.A.R.D.I.S. took me to you of all people..it's not as if you're important."
"Pleeeaassseee!! I'm the most important human there is!" "Quick correction: I am."
I waved my hand as I crossed my legs. "Go on." "..I told him who I was." "And I told him who I was in return." "And I'M getting bored of this conversation." Joker plainly protested.
"Skip to where you found me." "No." "More like where you found us." Moriarty said under his breath.
"I believe I should go next.." Bane quietly slipped in.
Joker threw his head back, frustratedly, and groaned.
But still, he pulled up in his chair, closer to me, and crossed his own legs, and I shrank in size as all our legs were now touching. Why was everyone so close to me now.
"I'm not comfortable." "Good."
Clown, I will end you.
Bane cleared his throat. "I decided to visit the Wayne Manor after a month of hiding below the city. The Manor had become a home for boys, founded by Bruce Wayne before he died, inherited and ran by his butler, Alfred Pennyworth. I can't recollect my exact reasoning for being there.. I just know that something drew me to it..something..quite serious..that wanted me there."
He curled his fists as his heavy eyes fell to them, solemnly.
"I soon began to experience a strange sensation..and before I could make out what it was..a golden glow shrouded me, and I felt my body begin to evaporate."
"Which means 'vanish'." Master unnecessarily chimed in.
I rolled my eyes to him, "I know what evaporate means, I'm not 4. ..I just act like it."
Bane cleared his throat and looked around. "I found myself here."
Master nodded at this. "When I returned with the tiny freak, I realized he wasn't the only company aboard my newfound ship. The T.A.R.D.I.S. had transported two others. 'The Joker' and 'Bane'. Naturally, I was prepared to kick them out, even fight them away..until it occurred to me that these three others had gone through the same ordeal as me..and for some reason, we were all brought together. We had been united for a greater purpose..and so..we talked..learned more about eachother..and realized this was no accident. Our meeting was not mere chance.. I invited them to stay on board. And oh, how we delved into eachother's pasts..learning of our plots and successes and mistakes..the roads we should have gone..and we learned there is one common thing we all need to complete our stories.." I lifted my eyebrows. "Sanity?" "No." "Girlfriends?" "No."
"Hearts?" "No." "Jesus?" "Revenge, we need revenge." "Eh, I was close."
"As I was saying, I invited them to stay.." Here, Master rose up and let out his arms, presentingly.
"And travel with me as my honorary companions." "And that's where the Joker came in."
Jim huffed. "Literally." "Finally." Joker sighed.
"Though he was not transported like Mr. Moriarty or myself." Bane revealed.
"He stumbled upon the T.A..R.D.I.S. on his own?" I questioned.
"You can say that.." Moriarty hummed. "He knew exactly how to find us..where to find us..and who us even was. Just strolllled on in and demanded we take him with us."
"And here's the fun part; he wasn't even seeking revenge."
I eyed the clown suspiciously. "Then however did you manage to convince him now??"
"I can be..very persuasive."
All the Joker did was cut his eyes at all three men with the same emotionless, stone cold, psychopathic look he always has. The one that even gives ME chills.
And I ain't scared o' nuttin'.
I shook my head at the entire situation now and started to stand.
"Okay, this is all fine and dandy and all, but this still doesn't explain why you want me
or how you guys found me. I am a noodle among millions of other noodles?"
"As to how we found you," Master cut in. "We traveled to this dimension, through the wall, via a black hole." "Hold on, black hole, how are you alive."
He shrugged, looking a bit annoyed. "It's just a wormhole. We can't really come through it, per say, space laws and all. It's a one way road--you can go into it, but not OUT of it."
"Is any law sacred to you tomatoes??" They were quiet.
"..ugh, nevermind. You were saying?"
Bane lifted his head. "We inquired of the T.A.R.D.I.S.'s services to locate a certain individual. Something appeared on the monitor. We investigated."
"And you wouldn't guess what we found." Jim sung with a smile.
I tilted my head. "$5 pizza deal?"
Joker rolled his eyes. "You"
"Me?!" "YES" "How?!" "Your beautiful face appeared on the screen, with all your little statistics to go along with it. And that's where we found it." "What?!" "Your blog."
"My blog??? The T.A.R.D.I.S. showed you my stupid blog?? A timetraveling spaceship determined to you that I needed to be found based on my blog?"
"Well, it's additional proof.." "Proof of what?!"
Master had been sitting silent. "..after reading over your little 'blog', the T.A.R.D.I.S. honed in on your location and without any instruction from any of us, it took it upon itself to find you."
My eyes were wild and wide and bloodshot again.
"..Why?" "Don't pretend, wench. You know what we're getting at."
"Quit speaking in riddles." "You're the Character Queen." Master sneered behind me.
My eyes enlarged as I stared straight ahead.......crap.
I realized at that moment..that was the only reason why I was still alive. They thought I was someone else. Something else....something they obviously need.
If they knew the true origin of the name, I'd be dead. Or just not kidnapped all together.
However, if I played along and ACTED like so, and they found I was lying, I'd still be dead.
Either way, I was dead. There was no way around this. No getting out. I was scroogled.
I paused a moment..then snapped out of my stunned trance.
"..Oh.." I uttered softly, as I turned around to face the Timelord.
He stood only half a foot away from me. Not creepy at all, that distance.
"I..didn't think..I'd be found." My voice was now softer, creaky, a bit hoarse. I did not expect this.
"...h--ho--how..." I cleared my throat, lifting myself up, as I closed my eyes for but a moment.
"So the other night..the mysterious UFO Smit and Corner couldn't find.."
Jim shrugged. "We MIGHT have been following you."
I started to step away from the lot. "But this still doesn't explain one thing..why do you NEED me? Like..the actual purpose?"
Bane gestured, "As the Character Queen, you assumably have the knowledge of the Character kind. Their habitats, their weaknesses. You know things of our enemies that even we lack the knowledge of." "We've seen so on your blog. You know all sorts of things."
"Besides," Joker chimed in, clapping his hands together.
"We've seen the light. We've realized..we can't do this alone. We've tried and tried and failed. It's shown us something..we don't got the power to beat them. To really KILL and give EXCRUCIATING, everlasting pain.." he growled his lines as he tightened his fist a moment.
"..to the ones we hate so much...and you were the perfect solution. Our very own little weapon..just for us..ready to lead us to our salvation." He suddenly got jazz hands as he grinned wide.
"It's like Christmas has come early."
How do I even feel....they wanted to use me to help them kill the other party that I love just as much? It's like telling a parent to pick which child is their favorite. Well, I refused.
"I'm not okay with this." I said aloud.
Master lifted his hand as he approached me once more.
"Why? We're not asking you to kill them yourself. Just lead us to them..or simply point us in the right direction and you're free to go."
In that second, he took himself all the way and lifted my chin, looking dead straight at me.
heart, stop throbbing, chest hurt.
"I promise..just do us this one thing..and we'll set you free."
how could I say no to that face, dem puppy eyes, hnnnnNNNNNNNNNN
"UGH, gimme a minute!!!"
I pulled away and ran to consult with a random corner. There, I banged my head against the wall, the same words that ran through my head every time I needed to make a decision running through my head. "Maybe I shouldn't...but maybe I should...should I? No! I CAN'T. Can I? I won't! I could never! No, DON'T! But should I? OK, FINE, I WON'T. No! YES! I JUST, SKJKDWKDHKWEHKFHEJHRKTHBJKRBTJKBRJKGKBJRHBBBGRBDL"
I banged my head one final time before hovering it in the air a minute and I stood, motionless.
"...I accept my fate."
I turned and approached the four men, who were raising their eyebrows and giving me weirded out "are you okay?" expressions, to which I nodded to with briefly closed eyes. "I have my answer."
Then I lifted my finger up that I pointed at Master's face as I stepped just as close to him as he stepped to me. "-and here are my terms."
It's a well known fact that villains are bipolar.
His formerly brown hair was turned into a bleached blonde as a result of Lucy's explosive interruption.
Apparently you turn blonde if your resurrection is interrupted.
His eyes are a warm brown, has an average peach complexion and he stands about 5'9.
While he wore a suit in his prime minister days, since his revival he has worn ratty old clothes he prob stole from a random victim, being black pants, black hoodie, red t-shirt and um..regular shoes?
That you wear? hm..
you also apparently turn into a hoodlum if your resurrection is interrupted. Sound logic.
He was in these same clothes, so, it's a little unclear how much time had actually passed since he sacrificed himself. Or..perhaps..time had changed somehow. idk...
onto the next villain.
Jim...Jim is another story. There is no one quite like Jim Moriarty.
I don't even know how to describe. The only clear glimpse of his past that we were given was the moment he became Moriarty. When he killed the boy that bullied him by causing him to drown.
This led to a police investigation that piqued the interest of a young Sherlock Holmes, which turned into the case that inspired Sherlock to be Sherlock. This might actually explain the deep connection the two feel toward one another..hm..but yeah. Jim...he has issues.
Since the beginning, he has seen himself as a shining ray of light, while the rest of the world is drab and the people are drabber. Because of this, he holds no regard for others' lives, and finds life itself boring. In fact..that's him in the entire show. The reason he does everything. He's bored.
Yes, he's an actual 5 year old. No world domination, no twisted revenge plan, no murdering people for the thrill of it. He is just bored. He'd overthrow China just to get five minutes of amusement from it.
I'm through with this barnacle.
Moriarty had his hand in many of the criminal activities throughout the Sherlock series, being a criminal consultant and all. Much of which he got involved with in hopes he'd grab the attention of his eventual foe. Despite him coming against him, he recognizes that him and Holmes are very much alike..he just chooses to be the one behind the crimes, as opposed to solving them. He lured Holmes to find out his true identity, even going as far as blatantly meeting the detective in his own little disguise, which went unnoticed by Sherlock. He at one point dated Molly Hooper, the morgue girl, who also happens to be in love with Holmes, just to get closer and learn more about his archenemy.
He eventually met Sherlock face-to-face at an indoor pool, the very same that he killed his old bully victim, whilst having John strapped with explosives and snipers pointing their little red dots at both the Baker Street boys. Tables turned once Sherlock unstrapped John of the explosives and pointed his gun at them to threaten Moriarty, who stood infront of them. The Irish beetle was called off, however...when Irene Adler, one of his associates, convinced him otherwise via the phone.
He went on for some time to continue his work as a criminal consultant while Sherlock did his own detective work..until Jim abruptly walked into the Tower of London, assaulted a guard with pepperspray, unlocked a prison, bank and the Tower's security with a few taps of his phone, and casually broke the glass of the case that protected the crown, throne and scepter, just to sit and don them like a fab queen. Yes, I know. This man is too much.
He was indeed arrested and put on trial. But just as the court and Sherlock came close to finally putting him away..he got off. Thanks, in part, due to him threatening the members of the jury by bribing them with the lives of their loved ones for his freedom. Expecting to see very soon his complicated rival, Sherlock played his violin, while Jim crept up the stairs to his...sigh.....flat..
and walked into the room just for the two to have some tea. Leading upto, of course, the moment where Jim, like a proper villain, lays out hints at having something big planned for Sherlock.
Something big, indeed. Jim's plan takes effect some months later when he conducts a series of events for Sherlock to take part in that gradually start to point to Sherlock himself as the culprit.
Anderson and Donovan, repeated critics of Holmes, voiced their suspicions of Holmes to Lestrade, the police inspector. Moriarty successfully convincing the police to turn against the detective, they go to arrest Sherlock and wind up arresting John, too, after Watson punched the chief for trashing his friend. But Sherlock escapes, aiming to clear his name, taking John with him.
Where they stumble upon a disguised Moriarty, hiding out with a reporter whom Sherlock shamed earlier on, that was now itching to help frame him and make Moriarty into an innocent actor used by Sherlock in his schemes to appear to the world as a brilliant detective.
Sherlock has enough of the nonsense and takes off after Moriarty, only for the fiend to escape and disappear. Desperate as the police are now looking for him, Sherlock conducts a plan of his own and seeks the help of Molly Hooper.
Meeting with Jim Moriarty, atop a roof, Jim reveals the grand finale of his plan. . . for Sherlock to kill himself. Moriarty had destroyed the career, name and life of his detective rival, but was not satisfied until he completed the story he wrote in his little evil head..one with Holmes dying.
At the same time, he was distressed. Life itself was much too boring now and he no longer saw a point in it. He expressed this to Sherlock and revealed to him that he was disappointed in him.
Sherlock, the only one he could find that thinks like him, is on the side of the angels.
Holmes, of course, rejected the idea of suicide, but Moriarty informed him that if he did not heed to his plans, he would have assassins take out the people he cared about the most..being John, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade. But when Sherlock notices the error Jim made by implying he could call the assassins off, Moriarty recognizes that as long as he's alive, there's no getting Sherlock to complete the story.
And so, he took his gun and killed himself. Thus forcing Sherlock to stage his death, and go MIA for awhile......so there, you have the existence of Jim Moriarty. An adorable evil teddy bear who will bite your head off for the sheer entertainment of it all.
As I have previously mentioned, Moriarty is handsome. Quite handsome. And it's not fair.
He has shortly cut black hair and skin as white as mine, standing about 5'8, an inch shorter than Master. He speaks in a peculiar Irish accent that can get really low and aggressive when he's yelling, and really high when he's goofing or being just bloody insane. Much like the Master..actually the Joker does this, too, so it must be a common villain problem, dear god, they're the same people.
Anyway...Moriarty is more a boy in a man's body than anything, really.
A boy that'll destroy his toys once he gets bored with them. So it's best to keep him occupied with interesting stuff. Not boring stuff. hm....also like the Master..or at least pre-hoodlum Master.. Moriarty loves wearing suits, along with the occasional black coat and pair of sunglasses, so he's always styling. I might also note...Jim is flirty....with everything. Whether he does this as a joke, I dunno.
Despite my skepticism of sociopaths not feeling anything, rather it taking quite a lot to MAKE them feel, on a deeper level, the fact that he's a sociopath could contribute to this.
He uses the concept of emotions and feeling to manipulate people. Like it's all a game to him.
I don't know, but I do know that he's beautiful and I'm not okay with looking at him.
This is him...
His face offends me. Onward to Joker.
It's hard to go about the fandom life and not at least hear about the Joker.
The cackling, psychotic archfoe of Batman, who famously dons a twisted clown appearance well. This adaption is a bit more..complicated. His plans were rather genius and unexpected, even for the masked vigilante Batman, a.k.a. billionaire Bruce Wayne. A truly cunning and unpredictable criminal, the Joker entered the Dark Knight movie by rather effectively robbing a mob bank, using goons to assist him that he ordered to kill eachother as soon as their jobs were completed.
Leaving him the only survivor, posing as one of the goons, while secretly being the very same Joker they took the orders from. He made off with quite a bit of the mob's dough and later approached the mob in full Joker garb to propose a deal to them, explaining the only way to win and gain back the respect is if they killed Batman. And when they work out how much of THEIR money he'd be getting, him stating half, their opinion of the man dropped down to 0% and after a few more insulting jabs, one of the mobsters lunged up after him, only to have Joker simultaneously spring up and threaten them all with the explosives strapped to his chest. He edged out to his escape to wreak havoc elsewhere.
Batman, Harvey Dent and the cops dealt with the mobsters, not taking Joker seriously as a real threat, which was a great mistake on their part, since he used this to his advantage to plan to tear the city apart. Soon, when they finally feel at ease with the mob locked up, Joker ignites a spark of terror by snatching one of Bats' impersonators and killing him, recording himself doing so, with the threat that if Batman doesn't turn himself in and reveal his true identity, he'll keep on killing people, starting that night. Still, the heroes proceed to celebrate with a lavish fundraiser for Dent at Bruce's penthouse, but in came Joker, who charges in with a squadron of goons behind him, aiming to kill Dent, to hold the attendants up at gun-point. Whilst threatening one of the people, Joker is boldly confronted by Rachel, Batman's childhood friend and love interest, who he circles and intimidates, soon pulling out a knife and bringing her close to press it against her as he tells her the story of how he got the scars.
Supposedly, he gave himself the scars as a result to cheer up his 'wife', who herself had scars due to being attacked by criminals. You might be thinking this is legit, but alas..
He told yet another story elsewhere about how he got the scars from his abusive father.
So you really can't believe what the child says.
Anyhow, Batman came to the rescue, as usual, and beat up Joker's goons..where Joker abruptly snatched Rachel and held her at gunpoint..which escalated to him shooting the enormous glass window behind him and held her over the edge. Bats made the mistake of telling him to let her go..
so he did, and Rachel went flying into a speedy descent. Bats naturally caught her..because he's Batman..and now the posse of heroes realized just how dangerous the Joker was.
Considering he killed the police commissioner and judge that very same night.
So, there was only one choice. Bruce had to do the thing. And try to do the thing he did..
until Harvey took it upon himself to cover for Bats and claim HE was Batman in order to lure the Joker in. And lure in the Joker he did. Joker came after him via a semitruck while Harvey was taken into protective arresting police custody inside an armored truck.
Joker used everything he could to blow the truck up, including a stinking bazooka.
How the boy got that kinda firepower, idek. But he was rocking it.
Very quickly, Bats showed up to save the day..again. And Joker found himself facing off against the vigilante, whom was riding his glorious cycle which I wanna steal. Joker came close to killing him at that point, as Bats came close to doing the same. Thankfully, Gordon came to the rescue and the lot took Joker into police custody. Oh, but my dears, this is not the end you were assuming, seeing as how I mentioned he was supposed to be in police custody in the present..um...close to present. The present before the present. Now, he still had plans..even in a cell..like kidnapping Harvey and Rachel and blowing up the latter before she could be saved and damaging Bats' feels and causing Dent to pummel over the edge of his sanity, whom then on sought revenge on all those responsible, and Joker proceeding to tear the city apart, leading to a scheme to have the citizens turn on eachother to prove they are just as ugly as him underneath. To sum things up..Harvey died trying to kill Gordon's family and Joker failed in his plans and Batman took the blame for everything that Harvey did as Two Face and Joker was taken into custody for good at that point. So yeah..that's Heath Ledger's Joker for ya.
He's a complete and total calculated psycho, on top of being an anarchist, and quite frankly, he terrifies me. Out've all of them, he's the one that worries me the most. No lies.
He's unpredictable and capable of pretty aggressive combat. I wish I could say he's a nice, warm, cuddly villain once you get to know him, but that is not the case. He gets worse.
He is also very much bipolar, okay, the man growls like a demon at you one minute, then skips down the street, humming with a knife the next. I can't with this man, either.
He's also a bit strange looking, my favorite clown. He has dark hair that comes down just above his shoulders that he dyed a faded green, that's messy and unwashed as all heck. His skin is an average peach, his dark, shark-like eyes a deep brown. I can't say he's handsome, cuz I'm not attracted to him, but he is handsome..somewhere..beneath all the makeup. Ah yes, the makeup.
The man wears white all over his face, with red smeared across his mouth and scars to form a smile.
The makeup, as one of his goons once commented, is like 'war paint', aimed to scare people.
As for his clothes, he has an ultra special custom-tailored purple suit, with a green vest and patterned button-up shirt underneath, topped with a black and um...diamond-patterned?? tie. Sometimes wears purple leather gloves. With dark dress shoes. Also a chain attached to his pants, like me. ^_^
Probably the one and only thing we'll have in common.
This is him..
What more can I say about the Joker besides he's a terrifying clown?? I mean, like..let's move on.
Bane..dear Bane..evil muscular Winnie the Pooh Vader Yoda Bane.
That is how we will describe him. Think a giant mountain with the intelligence of a professor and the talkative impulses of a shark. All the while surprisingly capable of giving you the feels.
Bane is a complete mystery. While he's an evil sort, he has a warped sense of justice and will within minutes snap your neck if you in any way say or do something that doesn't benefit his interests.
Bane, my boy, has a tragic past. He was the honorary protector of Talia Al Ghul, the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul, the very man responsible for teaching Bruce everything he knows.
He did his job well, we'll say, as he helped her to escape the pit prison they were in, while he stayed behind to fend off the swarms of prisoners trying to come at them. It was here that he received the injuries that would permanently plague him. Brutal punks scarred up (in other words, beat him up so badly) that he would have eternal pain from said injuries..that he would still suffer from if not for the mask that was specifically crafted for him and his neediness. The mask essentially fuels him with pain meds that suppress the pain as long as it's attached correctly. If not, he'll start to experience panic, fiery nerves, gradual weakness and unwellness, until his oxygen depletes to a critical level. Poor bear.
Anyway.
He and Talia dashed off together to do various less-than-heroic deeds, staying overseas to do their saving-the-world-in-their-own-way work. At one point, Talia brought Bane into the League of Shadows, being her protector and friend and all. He was brutal, he was useful and all, but this did not change her pops' choice to excommunicate him from the League. Simply cuz Bane loved Talia.
Dads, amiright?
Anyhow, he and Talia ran off to do their own thing, Tal peeved at her dad for what he did to Bane and unwilling to forgive him. Until the occurrence of Ra's' death. Unfortunately, with Bruce being involved, he was blamed for this and Talia sought out vengeance, Bane following right behind like the loyal little puppy he is. And thus, the Dark Knight Rises consists of Bane causing terror upon Gotham, luring out Bruce just to attack him and break his back and throwing him into the pit and it was a mess.
Talia went undercover as Miranda Tate, seemingly an ally and love interest of Bruce until the very end, where she revealed that she was the one responsible for bringing him down and taking over Gotham in order to exact revenge. Welp, yeah..
Bane helped her carry out her plans, taking the front as the one responsible.
While he was front and center, she was in the background, pulling the strings. He led a group of mercenaries, very loyal mercenaries, whom brought the Gothamites to their knees, killing many and setting loose the criminals as part of their 'bringing balance to the world' plan. See, Bane took a rather hard punch to the mask by Bruce during their final showdown, which caused Bats to get the drop on him and the brute was kicked through a glass door, only to succumb to the pain and fall to the ground, curling up like a bug. Batman interrogated him, punching him once again, trying to figure out who had the trigger to the bomb aiming to destroy Gotham. That's when Talia stabbed Bats in the side and revealed that she, not Bane, escaped from the pit and that she was Ra's daughter.
And basically everything else I told you. Welp.
Talia left Bane with Bruce to go and carry out their plan. Bane's anger got the best of him, and just as he was about to kill Batman once and for all, Selina Kyle, a.k.a. Catwoman, a.k.a. the one and only love interest I will ever accept for Brucy, jumped in and rescued Bruce, blowing Bane back with a shot from the Batcycle, killing him. Oh, and Talia died too, five minutes later. I don't care about her, so nyah. Moving on.
Bane is a tricky fellow. He's big and tough and muscular and brutal, but he's also highly intelligent and super resourceful and a giant teddy bear when it comes down to feels. He's a sensitive fellow whom I even felt sorry for. The tragic thing about him is he was so loyal and protective and honest to goodness thinks what he's doing is right, when in reality, it's pretty evil.
So he does, in some ways, differ from the other three. Joker wants anarchy, Master wants dominion and Moriarty..well...um..he just wants to kill cuz he's bored. So, uh..he wants to be entertained.
We'll go with that.
Anyway, Bane is a sight to see. He towers over me, and hovers over the others, standing at 6'2-3, just a little over Joker, who's already pretty tall, standing at 6'1.
He has average peach skin found on a typical white guy, with light brown expressive eyes, hugely impressive build in the muscle department, which, with one squeeze from his thick arm, your throat can and will be crushed. He once choked a man to death in under 3 seconds. And it was one of his own. So yeah, anyhoo, he wears very bleak, dismal colored military-styled clothing. Not camou, mind you, more like desert warrior junk. Very heavy duty and adds to his hardcore, intimidating image, with heavy duty boots and what not. His mask is black, the center covered with intricate tubes that are the source of providing him his medication. The mask itself covers his mouth and nose..in other words, half his face, but his eyes and bald head, which used to sport brown hair, are very visible.
He has a British sounding accent, despite hailing from a deserty place, that's a bit muffled and Vader-sounding due to the mask. He doesn't say too much, not to the point of annoyance, but hey.
He's just an all-around pretty epic dude, ya got me? I love the guy.
This is him...the one with the mask, not the other guy....
Seriously though, am I the only one who dislikes Talia very strongly, Bane gave everything for her, EVEN TAKING PERMANENT INJURIES TO THE FACE, and in the end, he was still stuck in the friendzone. Low class at it's lowest.
In terms of age, Master, being a Timelord, is several hundreds of years old, with the appearance of a man in his mid-30's to early 40's. Jim is possibly the youngest looking, and youngest period, of the four, being somewhere in his 30's, with Joker following with the same result. Bane would be counted as the second oldest. Judging by the appearance of his past self at the time of the unfortunate incident, I'd say he was maybe in his late teens to early 20's. Which would place him, 30 years down the line, in his 40's, 50's, maybe 60's. Who knows.
But for an older fellow, he certainly is spry..
Anyhow, my whole deal is, Master and Moriarty presumably committed suicide, Bane had a hole put through him and Joker had been incarcerated ever since. So why the beefloaf were the four infront of me??????
I think you get now why these men are highly murderous, stone-cold-hearted fiends that will kill you without hesitation and take great pleasure in being the source of the pain of others, therefore you'd naturally assume the natural thing to do is fight your way out, run away, never look back, and attempt to inform the police, yeah? Well...yeah.............unless you're me, of course.
I immediately darted to the four, with absolutely no warning or reason, bolting and running like a wild animal, laughing hysterically like a maniac. They enlarged their eyes and began to back away, no doubt thinking I was stark-raving mad, which I am, but I was not aiming to tackle in that way, I was aiming to tackle in another.
"FINALLY!!!!!!!" I screeched like a pterodactyl, glomping the center of the four, being Master, so hard that he brought the rest down as he fell and all five of us collapsed to the floor, with a thud.
I found myself serving as the cherry top on the icecream, as I lay atop the four, outstretching my arms to reach all of them, making sure to squish them to form a bundle of morally questionable gents.
They coughed and wheezed and yelped and hacked, trying to break free.
"I knew it, I knew it, I was crazy, but I knew it!!!"
They wheezed again as I squished them in a mess of a hug.
"You existed all this time, I knew it, I knew it, I KNEW IT, YOU'RE REAL!! DSKDKWDJWHKHD"
It was incredibly odd...surreal, you might say...to be touching fictional characters, let alone embracing them. Four men thought to be the products of the imagination..impossible for them to exist in our realm, and yet, here they were.
All the dreams I've had over the years, however, where we traveled together, the characters and myself, only fueled my belief that they had to be more than just fiction. They meant too much to me for that. Be this a dream or not, I didn't care. I was taking advantage of this eerily realistic illusion. Well, as little as I am, tough or not, even I couldn't hold them in place forever, and one of them did indeed manage to escape. I was too excited to notice who, but it really didn't matter, for not one minute after, I felt a strong hand grab me by the hood from behind and like that, I was pulled right from my grip around the remaining three, and lifted into the air by about 3 or so feet from the ground. I dangled like a worm on a hook.
It's quite obvious who was capable of hanging me at that height with such steady ease, so it didn't take me long to realize who was the culprit. That and I was staring right down at Joker, Master and Moriarty, who in the meantime were steadily recovering, crawling up with many heavy breaths breathed. Ok, so I might've choked them a little.
Joker was the first to stand, wobbling like a drunkard, where he turned to me, with widened, panicked eyes, and pointed at me. "Either that squirt gets over-the-top excited or she's just as crazy as we are!" Despite it being a little uncomfortable to breathe, I still could not avoid running my mouth or using sass or both, idk, they're actually one and the same with me.
"..both. Both is good."
The three looked at me, Joker giving me an unamused expression for my comment, where Master rolled his tense neck and huffed as his eyes returned to me, his hands now at his hips.
"Please tell me we got the wrong girl." Joker uttered before gesturing at me with a wave of a hand.
"I refuse to handle this the entire time."
"My apologies." I croaked. "I swear I can control myself...usually...most of the time."
Bane moved me enough to the side to face him, his gaze menacing and scolding.
"If you wish to be released, I'd suggest you learn to control yourself now or else our business with you will be all the more unpleasant." I swallowed, but elected to say nothing. Just hovered there, like a dangling noodle. What can one really say when threatened by Bane?
"Alright-" said Master, directing my attention to him.
He stepped towards me, standing just a foot or so away from my dangling body and he leaned in, looking as strong and authoritative as his villainous self could muster, while still maintaining a level of rough and edgy symptoms of being completely screwed up in the head.
"I'm going to ask you some relatively simple questions. If I don't like what I hear or if you start to act like a rabid rodent again, I will not hesitate to end your pointless existence on the spot. I won't lose even a minute of sleep over it, either. Is that understood?"
I blinked my big bright blue/green eyes. I was the only one in that place with light eyes.
With one simple shake of the head, I confirmed that I did indeed understand.
Master stood up straight once more, tightening his jaw and breathing quietly, but forcefully.
He was noticeably irritated. "Tell me again, what's your name?"
The question, for some reason, threw me off and made me hesitate to say anything.
My eyes moved to Joker and Moriarty, who were watching with the greatest of intrigue.
"..Sarah...Sarah Demens..." I swallowed. "But..Demens isn't my real last name. It's just my pen name, Sarah D.. My real last name is-" "Don't know, don't care. Only need what's necessary."
I sighed inwardly.
"Are you from Earth?" "Unfortunately, yes." "So you were born there?" "To my utter disappointment."
"And you're human?" "To my forever shame, yes. I'm still having talks with God about this."
"To the best of your knowledge, do you possess any unnatural powers?"
"I can irritate people really fast."
He got closer. "How old are you?" "Funny you should ask that, I LITERALLY just turned 19."
Here, there was a brief pause, before..
"Nineteen..nineteen...nineteen, sHE'S NINETEEN."
Yes, Joker, we heard you.
"I knew this was a mistake, she's the wrong freaking girl."
Master swung around, "YOU were the one who took her!" "YOU were the one who picked her!"
"I was the one who sat and watched." Moriarty returned his eyes to the floor, proceeding to do a little jig as he placed his hands in his pockets; while Joker and Master both simultaneously scowled at him.
Joker looked back at Master. "We should've kept looking, not march to the fife your little computer plays." "Stop complaining, you idiot, my T.A.R.D.I.S. didn't get a thing wrong."
"Oh really? And how is the kid benefiting us SO far?"
"Okay, but could someone please call Bane off, I'm starting to lose the circulation in my neck."
Once all eyes returned to me, I gave a tiny, weak and pathetic cough to attempt to make them sympathetic towards me, but only a second later, I remembered just who it was I was trying to reach.
As expected..they were unimpressed. I glowered.
"Just let me down."
Master smirked suspiciously and like that, snapped his fingers.
As if on cue, Bane almost immediately released his grip and dropped my tininess to the floor.
Did it hurt? Of course it did. I winced as the bones inside my knees rattled and ached, pressing roughly against the hard metal floor. I made sure to cast Master a glare once I recovered.
If I was a cursing girl, I woulda cursed. "Okay, I answered your bloody questions, now answer mine."
I pushed myself up with my hands, letting out an irritated grunt as I rose to my full height, finalizing my lift with a deep exhale and I looked up at the Timelord, placing my hand on my hip.
"It doesn't work like that." Master snipped with a shake of the head. But I would have none of it.
"Uh-uh. You're not in charge here, Mr. British Hot-Stuff. You may THINK you are, but you're not."
I stepped up and prodded his chest. "Because DEAD people don't got no ruling rights. Unless I say, of course." yes, he was offended. And I didn't care.
"How are all of you alive?" "You tell us." "Why are you here?" "You tell us." "Why do you need me?"
"You tell us." "Why are you like this?" "You tell us." "You cabbage."
"I must say, she's rather useless so far." "Ok, that's rude, I just got here and you frigging knocked me out and I still don't know what I'm doing here, so gimme a break." "We broke through the wall of portals linking to other dimensions." "Thank you, you Irish beauty. Finally, one of you lot are being useful."
I sidled to Moriarty, who eyed me half-consciously. "And how'd you guys come back to life?"
He thought for a moment before looking back and wiggling his fingers. "Magic."
"Okay, you're done being useful." Back to my original position.
"If someone don't start talking right now, I'm..I'm.....I'mmmm..."
"You're going to sit."
And uppity buppity, Bane snatched me by the hood, again, and lifted me into the air, again, carrying my body to a nearby chair and seating me with surprising ease. And there I sat.
"Well then.."
Master approached my chair, putting a finger up to his mouth.
"Now quiet. Shut up for two bloody moments and you'll learn something."
My mouth fell. He was so offensive.
He gave me a glare before backing away and joining the others in pulling chairs up infront of mine, where they seated rather sophisticatedly. Bane remained standing behind me, looming over me like a dark storm cloud. I sat silently, crinkling my eyebrows at the three infront of me, pulling their chairs up closer until we were sorta huddled and I ended up uncomfortable. My eyes fell to the floor as their gaze met mine. "You said you wanted to know how we're alive?" The Master calmly questioned.
I lifted my eyes. "I did, indeed."
He was only two feet away from me. I was still uncomfortable. He lifted his chin.
"Fine. But I expect complete silence. No interruptions. And if you spaz in any way, even for a second, I'll throw you out of this ship and leave you for the birds to pick at. Understood?"
"Why you so violent?" "Is it?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Yes..if I have ta...."
"Good."
Another eye-roll.
I could immediately tell how this was gonna go.
"Alright, begin." "I'll begin when I decide to begin."
"You are meaner than I am on my worst moodswings, and a third of the planet dies at those times."
He went on to start. I was ignored. More sighs.
"After I killed Rassilon and Gallifrey returned to its origin dimension, I was lost, somewhere between time and space, trapped in darkness itself. I floated in the air, flashes of my past playing in my mind over and over, the drums plaguing me like mad. I tried to scream or make a noise of any kind..I couldn't eat, sleep, move, breathe..I realized then I wasn't trapped anywhere. I was dead. Dead for what seemed like eons." "Same." Jim interrupted. Master glared behind him.
"And myself." Bane included.
The Timelord looked at him and lowered his eyebrows. "As I was saying...I was dead for what seemed like eons. Unable to touch anything, see anything, smell anything..I wonder now if this place was a sort of hell...punishment...a retribution..not that it mattered."
This made me sad, actually. I've always wondered what happens to a character when they're no longer in use..was this place just for villains or for dead characters in general?
To quote Loki, the horned idiot..they were made to be ruled.
If they are no longer active...if they are no longer characters..well...it's like a servant who can't serve.
A leader who can't lead..a star that can't shine..a computer without internet.
An oreo without creme.
You get the idea.
But a part of me didn't want to venture on the thought of them being mere fiction.
No...a part of me wanted to believe they weren't characters at all. They were people.
Actual people who thought and felt and lived just like any other human being on my...our..ridiculous little planet. With them being trapped in such a way...it just wasn't fair...but what I felt the most horrible about....the one thing that made me the most guilty..was that I was alive, all that time....
and I couldn't help any of them.
"..Until one fateful moment."
My attention was pulled back in.
"In the darkness, I heard a voice...calling out to me..whispering to me..a thousand tiny things I could scarcely make out..and that's when I heard-- 'Live' -- and a light appeared out of nowhere..and in that moment, air filled my lungs. I was sucked out of the darkness and taken through a sea of stars, zooming so fast, my head spun. There was so much pain, my skin and insides felt like they were being ripped out. For the first time, I screamed..and not two seconds passed before I jerked right into a blinding, fresh-feeling atmosphere. I was taken to a dock, seagulls and boat horns the only sound to accompany the ocean moving beneath the floorboards. I was crouched on the ground, struggling to adjust my vision to the cloudless white sky. Looking around me, half-dazed and confused, I subconsciously lifted myself up to my feet. After a moment, I just simply looked straight ahead. And I took a long, deep inhale, sucking in the scent of the fishy ocean air, as I shut my eyes a minute. I let it out, and I opened them. I was alive...I looked down at my body..still in the same clothes..still in the same body. I never regenerated. I realized not only this, but I hadn't aged a single day, as I moved to a metal plate nearby to inspect myself. I, the Master, had returned to life."
"I woke up on a rooftop-" cut in Jim, which Master casted him a glare for.
"Same clothes I died in..same roof..I climbed to the edge and looked down at all the dull people. I breeeaaatthhheeedddd in-" He just had to do his high voice. "I was alive again. Unfortunately.."
He made a face. "Didn't work as I hoped." "Poor lamb." I frowned.
"Poor lamb? Now you're just picking favorites." "Yes, I am. Continue, Jim boy."
"Well-" "I had been sitting in my cell the entire time." Jim gawked at Joker. Well, Jim AND me.
How rude. But hey, this was something. "Wait what? You were?"
"Yep. I just sat there. Watching. Day in, day out. No change. Then a cop came in, who wasn't really a cop. And he let me out." ..the party fell silent for a moment, as I, Jim, Master and Bane waited to hear more from the clown, who abruptly stopped in the middle of his little story. But as the moments went on and he didn't continue, just stare at us with a bored expression, I squinted at him, realizing he wasn't gonna continue. So insightful. The others had expressions similar to my own, a couple soundlessly gesturing at him. But I didn't have time for him. I looked behind at Bane, who had been staring Joker down, and I waved my hand at him. "Please, go on."
Bane looked down at me a moment before nodding his head.
"I was taken to the same building I perished in. I could not breathe yet, therefore struggled several minutes to gain oxygen. I realized my mask was out of alignment and I rose and looked into my reflection. Once I re-positioned the pieces, I staggered out, not yet able to see clearly..once outside, I was forced to hurry for cover, as there were citizens roaming the streets ahead.
As soon as the way was clear, I made for the alley nearby and traveled down into the sewers, beneath the city, to my former base of operations. I managed to learn that Batman did indeed stop the bomb..and that Talia perished. My men were taken prisoner or killed..it would be foolish to reveal myself when I was just one man. Therefore, I stayed in the shadows. With Batman sacrificing himself for his city and Selina Kyle vanishing, I had very little to target in Gotham. I had no ways of transportation. And so..I waited."
"For what??" "...Opportunity." "ooh, so mysterious." Joker piped in, mockingly.
My eyes edged to him. "You couldn't give him five minutes."
"Eh" "Eh yourself. Master, continue."
Master nodded. "I moved from the dock and into the city. Like Bane, I kept myself in the dark, maintaining a low profile. Wandered the streets, trying to make sense of things. Looking for any sign of the Doctor, a T.A.R.D.I.S., anything. I couldn't find a thing. A week had went by, and I was stuck. Stuck on a planet I hate with every fiber of my being. I had no way of getting off. No connections that were still present. I was stranded. Until....."
His voice trailed off and his dark eyes fell to the floor, with a distant look on his face.
I blinked at him a couple times before finally growing impatient with the pause and edged closer. "Until what?" His eyes lifted. "A T.A.R.D.I.S."
I crinkled my eyebrows.
"A T.A.R.D.I.S. at the dock I had arrived in..I returned to try and hitch a ride on one of the boats..and there it was. A glorious deep blue police box, perfect in every way. I assumed the Doctor would be bumbling out the door at any second, with one of his pathetic human idiots dragging themselves behind him..so..I waited..watched for awhile..but he never came out..never came in. The T.A.R.D.I.S. just sat there, still and vacant. I approached it. Slowly, cautiously...but I stopped. Stopped when I saw something that did not belong."
He paused again, I wanted to choke.
"..a note. Written in large letters, in handwriting I still don't recognize.. 'For the Master..use wisely'.." My eyes enlarged. He smirked.
"The best part was, it was unlocked. The Doctor always locked his T.A.R.D.I.S., so why would this one be unlocked..unless, of course.." "It wasn't his."
He nodded. "As I opened the door, I saw the inside light up before me, as if taking its first breath of life. It had been some time since I had been in a T.A.R.D.I.S.. It certainly was a stimulating moment...and apparently, this one was for me."
He sat back in his chair.
"But this wasn't just any T.A.R.D.I.S.. This one was different. A T.A.R.D.I.S. can change into any shape or color, can travel through all of time and space, but the worlds it visits..they have to be real. It is bound by that. Except this one...it can not only take you through time and to other worlds..but through dimensions. In this case..Character dimensions. This T.A.R.D.I.S. was special. And someone..something..wanted me to have it."
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I was too eager to hear more to just let him leave it at that.
"THEN WHAT HAPPENED, CHILD"
"I could finally find the Doctor. I could leave that disgusting planet and seek revenge on the one who caused me to die..again." My brows lowered. "You literally sacrificed yourself to save him."
His eyes flashed to the others in a silent panic, no doubt worried they'd think he wasn't as evil and fearsome as he appeared to be. But as scared as he seemed, he recovered very quickly and calmly turned his attention back to me, swallowing and clearing his throat as he leaned back against his chair, laying his hands on his knees. "I made it seem that way, didn't I?"
He chuckled, nervously. "When it comes down to it, he's responsible for what happened to me."
"How???" "Because he is, shut up." Sigh. I did legitimately sigh.
"What?" Joker questioned. I shook my head.
"You boys make me sad." "Why's that?"
"Cuz you're so flipping caught up in your own selfish desires that you fail to see just how much you have in common with your 'enemies' and how great a team you'd make if you'd just stop being stupid."
"HA!" "Ha yourselves! Go on with the story, you miscreants."
The villains all exchanged glances, no doubt questioning why they should even bother with me.
But despite of this, Master continued. "Just as I sat and pondered on my next move, the T.A.R.D.I.S. suddenly roared to life and began taking off on its own. I tried to stop it and take control. But it was no use. It was transporting me and there was nothing I could do to stop it."
"Back to me already and not of this foreign freak."
Master casted Jim a glare, who tightened his face seriously, sniffed, pulled up his chair closer to mine in two scoots, then cleared his throat and wiggled his shoulders to a more comfortable, relaxed state.
Master hung his jaw in a tight, irritated manner as he stared at the Irishman with great disdain.
He was mentally cursing him out, I knew it.
"Unlike them, I walked right into the streets and made my presence known. Word got out..Jim Moriarty is back." "Wait, when was this?" "Hm?..um..sometime...."
"Well, what did Sherlock do about it?" "Huh??" "Sherlock Holmes would've come after you, bro. If he knew you were back." His face went tight and he swallowed as his eyes fell to the floor.
"........a few people saw me....." "Ah.....so, you became a rumor. Gotchya. Way t'stretch the truth."
".....I was just sitting there, eating a hotdog-" "You have hotdogs in Britain?"
"Yes, we have hotdogs in Britain.." Master pitched in. Jim blinked.
"I was just sitting there, eating a hotdog." "You already said that." "I was just sitting there, eating a hotdog." "Stop saying that." "I was just sitting there, eating a hotdog." "--"
Master opened his mouth to speak, but I jumped forward and covered it.
My eyes flashed to Jim, who gave the Timelord and me a blank stare.
"--I was just sitting there, eating a hotdog..when this doofus landed on me and caused me to drop it."
Master smacked my hand away. "I did not LAND ON YOU, idiot, I landed AROUND you, there's a DIFFERENCE!" "How could you cause a man to drop his food? Have you any soul?!"
Master swung his head at me, gawking. "You're deliberately taking his side!"
Outwardly, I rolled my eyes. Inwardly, I giggled.
Cuz ya know..Master and Moriarty were quarreling. Moriarty shifted in his seat.
"Of course, I knew who he was, what he was, why I was there, and so I took the most appropriate, logical approach-" "He squealed like a girl and fled for the door."
My hand immediately slapped over my mouth to stifle the explosion of laughter about ready to erupt.
My lungs already hurt. Moriarty gave Master one of the most hateful looks I've ever seen anyone give in my life. Master looked back at him and smiled so smugly, so cockily, so sarcastically, I wanted to cry. Moriarty tilted his head. "Then he tried to kill me." Master lifted a finger while glancing at me.
"This part is right." "And then I made his day."
Master perked up suddenly.
"I peppersprayed him right in the face."
Master shook his head, "No, that part is not right."
"Yes, it is." "No, it's not."
"It's quite true, Master boo, you even still got the red eyes and off-putting smell to prove it."
Master and myself both simultaneously looked to one another when he said this and I nervously smiled, trying to be as polite as possible. "....It's true...."
Master sagged. I turned to Moriarty. "Go on."
"I was getting to that." He snarked. "Well get to it faster." I snarked back in a mocking tone.
He squinted. "After he recovered..a little..." "I didn't.." "...after he recovered...a little.."
"I will bloody-" "Boys." They eyed me with disdain.
"..After he recovered..a little..he questioned me, yelling about how I got here, and being a big baby, but I escaped." "--And after I chased you and tackled you, I got my answer." "I will turn you into a pair of GLOVES." "Why you so violent." "It's charming to some." "I mean, I love it, I'm Viking, I'm not complaining." "--back to the story, I tackled him and questioned him, and got the answers I needed. Still...really unsure why the T.A.R.D.I.S. took me to you of all people..it's not as if you're important."
"Pleeeaassseee!! I'm the most important human there is!" "Quick correction: I am."
I waved my hand as I crossed my legs. "Go on." "..I told him who I was." "And I told him who I was in return." "And I'M getting bored of this conversation." Joker plainly protested.
"Skip to where you found me." "No." "More like where you found us." Moriarty said under his breath.
"I believe I should go next.." Bane quietly slipped in.
Joker threw his head back, frustratedly, and groaned.
But still, he pulled up in his chair, closer to me, and crossed his own legs, and I shrank in size as all our legs were now touching. Why was everyone so close to me now.
"I'm not comfortable." "Good."
Clown, I will end you.
Bane cleared his throat. "I decided to visit the Wayne Manor after a month of hiding below the city. The Manor had become a home for boys, founded by Bruce Wayne before he died, inherited and ran by his butler, Alfred Pennyworth. I can't recollect my exact reasoning for being there.. I just know that something drew me to it..something..quite serious..that wanted me there."
He curled his fists as his heavy eyes fell to them, solemnly.
"I soon began to experience a strange sensation..and before I could make out what it was..a golden glow shrouded me, and I felt my body begin to evaporate."
"Which means 'vanish'." Master unnecessarily chimed in.
I rolled my eyes to him, "I know what evaporate means, I'm not 4. ..I just act like it."
Bane cleared his throat and looked around. "I found myself here."
Master nodded at this. "When I returned with the tiny freak, I realized he wasn't the only company aboard my newfound ship. The T.A.R.D.I.S. had transported two others. 'The Joker' and 'Bane'. Naturally, I was prepared to kick them out, even fight them away..until it occurred to me that these three others had gone through the same ordeal as me..and for some reason, we were all brought together. We had been united for a greater purpose..and so..we talked..learned more about eachother..and realized this was no accident. Our meeting was not mere chance.. I invited them to stay on board. And oh, how we delved into eachother's pasts..learning of our plots and successes and mistakes..the roads we should have gone..and we learned there is one common thing we all need to complete our stories.." I lifted my eyebrows. "Sanity?" "No." "Girlfriends?" "No."
"Hearts?" "No." "Jesus?" "Revenge, we need revenge." "Eh, I was close."
"As I was saying, I invited them to stay.." Here, Master rose up and let out his arms, presentingly.
"And travel with me as my honorary companions." "And that's where the Joker came in."
Jim huffed. "Literally." "Finally." Joker sighed.
"Though he was not transported like Mr. Moriarty or myself." Bane revealed.
"He stumbled upon the T.A..R.D.I.S. on his own?" I questioned.
"You can say that.." Moriarty hummed. "He knew exactly how to find us..where to find us..and who us even was. Just strolllled on in and demanded we take him with us."
"And here's the fun part; he wasn't even seeking revenge."
I eyed the clown suspiciously. "Then however did you manage to convince him now??"
"I can be..very persuasive."
All the Joker did was cut his eyes at all three men with the same emotionless, stone cold, psychopathic look he always has. The one that even gives ME chills.
And I ain't scared o' nuttin'.
I shook my head at the entire situation now and started to stand.
"Okay, this is all fine and dandy and all, but this still doesn't explain why you want me
or how you guys found me. I am a noodle among millions of other noodles?"
"As to how we found you," Master cut in. "We traveled to this dimension, through the wall, via a black hole." "Hold on, black hole, how are you alive."
He shrugged, looking a bit annoyed. "It's just a wormhole. We can't really come through it, per say, space laws and all. It's a one way road--you can go into it, but not OUT of it."
"Is any law sacred to you tomatoes??" They were quiet.
"..ugh, nevermind. You were saying?"
Bane lifted his head. "We inquired of the T.A.R.D.I.S.'s services to locate a certain individual. Something appeared on the monitor. We investigated."
"And you wouldn't guess what we found." Jim sung with a smile.
I tilted my head. "$5 pizza deal?"
Joker rolled his eyes. "You"
"Me?!" "YES" "How?!" "Your beautiful face appeared on the screen, with all your little statistics to go along with it. And that's where we found it." "What?!" "Your blog."
"My blog??? The T.A.R.D.I.S. showed you my stupid blog?? A timetraveling spaceship determined to you that I needed to be found based on my blog?"
"Well, it's additional proof.." "Proof of what?!"
Master had been sitting silent. "..after reading over your little 'blog', the T.A.R.D.I.S. honed in on your location and without any instruction from any of us, it took it upon itself to find you."
My eyes were wild and wide and bloodshot again.
"..Why?" "Don't pretend, wench. You know what we're getting at."
"Quit speaking in riddles." "You're the Character Queen." Master sneered behind me.
My eyes enlarged as I stared straight ahead.......crap.
I realized at that moment..that was the only reason why I was still alive. They thought I was someone else. Something else....something they obviously need.
If they knew the true origin of the name, I'd be dead. Or just not kidnapped all together.
However, if I played along and ACTED like so, and they found I was lying, I'd still be dead.
Either way, I was dead. There was no way around this. No getting out. I was scroogled.
I paused a moment..then snapped out of my stunned trance.
"..Oh.." I uttered softly, as I turned around to face the Timelord.
He stood only half a foot away from me. Not creepy at all, that distance.
"I..didn't think..I'd be found." My voice was now softer, creaky, a bit hoarse. I did not expect this.
"...h--ho--how..." I cleared my throat, lifting myself up, as I closed my eyes for but a moment.
"So the other night..the mysterious UFO Smit and Corner couldn't find.."
Jim shrugged. "We MIGHT have been following you."
I started to step away from the lot. "But this still doesn't explain one thing..why do you NEED me? Like..the actual purpose?"
Bane gestured, "As the Character Queen, you assumably have the knowledge of the Character kind. Their habitats, their weaknesses. You know things of our enemies that even we lack the knowledge of." "We've seen so on your blog. You know all sorts of things."
"Besides," Joker chimed in, clapping his hands together.
"We've seen the light. We've realized..we can't do this alone. We've tried and tried and failed. It's shown us something..we don't got the power to beat them. To really KILL and give EXCRUCIATING, everlasting pain.." he growled his lines as he tightened his fist a moment.
"..to the ones we hate so much...and you were the perfect solution. Our very own little weapon..just for us..ready to lead us to our salvation." He suddenly got jazz hands as he grinned wide.
"It's like Christmas has come early."
How do I even feel....they wanted to use me to help them kill the other party that I love just as much? It's like telling a parent to pick which child is their favorite. Well, I refused.
"I'm not okay with this." I said aloud.
Master lifted his hand as he approached me once more.
"Why? We're not asking you to kill them yourself. Just lead us to them..or simply point us in the right direction and you're free to go."
In that second, he took himself all the way and lifted my chin, looking dead straight at me.
heart, stop throbbing, chest hurt.
"I promise..just do us this one thing..and we'll set you free."
how could I say no to that face, dem puppy eyes, hnnnnNNNNNNNNNN
"UGH, gimme a minute!!!"
I pulled away and ran to consult with a random corner. There, I banged my head against the wall, the same words that ran through my head every time I needed to make a decision running through my head. "Maybe I shouldn't...but maybe I should...should I? No! I CAN'T. Can I? I won't! I could never! No, DON'T! But should I? OK, FINE, I WON'T. No! YES! I JUST, SKJKDWKDHKWEHKFHEJHRKTHBJKRBTJKBRJKGKBJRHBBBGRBDL"
I banged my head one final time before hovering it in the air a minute and I stood, motionless.
"...I accept my fate."
I turned and approached the four men, who were raising their eyebrows and giving me weirded out "are you okay?" expressions, to which I nodded to with briefly closed eyes. "I have my answer."
Then I lifted my finger up that I pointed at Master's face as I stepped just as close to him as he stepped to me. "-and here are my terms."
This would so awesome if this happened in real life. :-D I love it, Sarah!
ReplyDeleteExcellent work! The Joker is definitely the best villain here, with the Master coming in second place.
ReplyDeleteAAAAAAAAAAAAHGHGHGHG *internal screaming* WHy!?!?!?!? XD
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