in which I am an elite assassin
My cameo is written! It's a fun chapter, set during a parody of Bruce Wayne's benefit for Harvey Dent.
Ryan Seacrest has a cameo where he gets gunned down and eaten by cannibal children. If that doesn't sell you ...
The following is my brief appearance (and I think I get killed off later, but whatever--I'm an assassin, so that goes with the territory, right?):
Alfred rolled his eyes, then his gaze met with someone… unsuspected.
Could it be..?
A man entered the room, walking past the crazy mud pile mess. Sporting a pimp cane and a pimp hat with a feather, women flocked around him like.. What animals live in a flock? Sheep?
Yeah, women were flocked around him like sheep. He was at least six feet tall, with a cold, cruel gaze. Jeans, a white T-shirt, and a cape. Like a vampire. He was pale, too. With a wry grin, he walked to the bar, and the women followed in suit, like baby ducklings following their mother.
Quack quack quack.
Anyway.
Alfred turned his gaze to a young woman fluting a beer bottle, she had fair hair and was wearing a cute dress, unlike Mary-Sue’s attire. She had a cold and steely gaze, and grinned at Alfred’s shocked expression.
Could it be..?
“Murray-Sam and Ri..” Alfred said in a dark voice, moon walking away.
They were both elite assassins, no doubt. And looking for the bounty on Alfred’s head. Alfred grimaced, knowing what he had to do. He had to end this.
“Master Wayne, I’m leaving,” he said coolly before moon-walking out.
“Whatever.” Bruce sniffled, arms still crossed.
I have a cold and steely gaze AND my dress is cuter than Mary-Sue's. I win.
And, yes, it's not particularly well-written--but it's hilarious, which makes up for a lot.
Ryan Seacrest has a cameo where he gets gunned down and eaten by cannibal children. If that doesn't sell you ...
The following is my brief appearance (and I think I get killed off later, but whatever--I'm an assassin, so that goes with the territory, right?):
Alfred rolled his eyes, then his gaze met with someone… unsuspected.
Could it be..?
A man entered the room, walking past the crazy mud pile mess. Sporting a pimp cane and a pimp hat with a feather, women flocked around him like.. What animals live in a flock? Sheep?
Yeah, women were flocked around him like sheep. He was at least six feet tall, with a cold, cruel gaze. Jeans, a white T-shirt, and a cape. Like a vampire. He was pale, too. With a wry grin, he walked to the bar, and the women followed in suit, like baby ducklings following their mother.
Quack quack quack.
Anyway.
Alfred turned his gaze to a young woman fluting a beer bottle, she had fair hair and was wearing a cute dress, unlike Mary-Sue’s attire. She had a cold and steely gaze, and grinned at Alfred’s shocked expression.
Could it be..?
“Murray-Sam and Ri..” Alfred said in a dark voice, moon walking away.
They were both elite assassins, no doubt. And looking for the bounty on Alfred’s head. Alfred grimaced, knowing what he had to do. He had to end this.
“Master Wayne, I’m leaving,” he said coolly before moon-walking out.
“Whatever.” Bruce sniffled, arms still crossed.
I have a cold and steely gaze AND my dress is cuter than Mary-Sue's. I win.
And, yes, it's not particularly well-written--but it's hilarious, which makes up for a lot.