I HATE HIM.

( All the reasons I should have killed him when I had the chance )

You're welcome. 

Home sweet home. Armani clothing. Scotch. My own bed. Scotch. The ability to do what I want. Scotch. If I became completely agoraphobic, I don't think anyone could blame me.

I have no idea why he let me go. If my theory is correct, it could be that whatever is altering him is wearing off. That's just a guess, though. He's still acting completely ( Read more... )

Superman is out destroying the governments of small nations or something equally dickish. I am being held hostage in the Fortress of Solitude and the bastard isn't even closing the doors after he leaves. I hate the Arctic. I also hate the fucking Inuit people who are too afraid to come up to the alien fortress and help me. I tried walking out of it ( Read more... )

I never really knew Ivy that well, but Crane was the person I went to when Harvey went insane. For all that I disagreed with him on, well, just about everything, I still respected him.  I don't really believe in any kind of an afterlife, but I hope the two of them are happy somewhere.

I hate funerals.

So the Joker has confirmed that I'm going to be his VP. He has all these notions about me staying in my place, which are...going to have to change. I'm fairly certain that there will be mutual assasination attempts within the first week, because that's usually the way these things go ( Read more... )

Go ahead and interview Stark. I don't care. You're just trying to sleep with him. Everyone knows it.

...the scotch is my only friend.

1. My running mate is in Arkham Asylum, in an attempt to get him to stop killing/raping/maiming people. He is also back with his boyfriend, a.k.a. the running mate of my competitor, and I'm pretty certain he would sell me up the river for Crane ( Read more... )

For those not paying attention: http://community.livejournal.com/batmanholyland/83710.html?view=1979134#t1979134

I can't fly anymore. And I'm bald again. And I no longer rule the Earth. And I'm officially wanted in over a dozen different countries. And I abducted Superman and slept with him, so he may be planning to kill me. AND MY BASTARD ROOMMATE ( Read more... )

So, last night I come home to find Dent smashing my things and screaming something about a list. Deciding I was far, far too sober to deal with Harvey's feelings (and because he'd already smashed his way through the mini-bar), I went out. When I came back, I found him curled in the wreckage of my TV, sobbing about how he'd raped Bruce Wayne.

What. ( Read more... )