Finally! Now all of the world will be able to truly appreciate my genius from this, um...Ah, yes. Tumblr. Most intriguing.
How the heck did 92 people find this little dinky ask blog? Well my lovelies, I’m turning this into a League of Legend’s ask blog now.
Stay if you’re a fan of that monster of a time consumer game! We’ll have laughs and joy! Leave if your heart was dead set to forever follow Batman only blogs.
But RiddlerAskPersonWithThePantsAndTheShoesAndTheThingsAndTheLAAAADY, why not just start a new blog? Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeell, cause that would mean I would have to sign up for a new email, set up the account and go through all those things that would
take me like 2 minutesenvolve effort. When I can just post things here! Why not!
See ya soon!
What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t pimp out my friend’s Batman Kink tumblr?
Reblog my pretties! Reblog!
Good For The Goose, Good For The Gander
Hmm. WELL. I suppose it’s story time then, as this question has some history to it. As many of you may recall, there was a little snippet in the Gotham Times a few years ago, I saved it for myself as a little reminder.
Those paper monkeys actually wrote down “HAD they ACTUALLY succeeded.” That resonated with me for quite some time. Granted the little Alice’s Evidence party was all Tetch’s idea, I helped just enough to get a seat in the jury’s section with his little mind cards, but the follow through was rather…poorly executed and I had no hand in it. Hence WHY I wasn’t actually AT the so called “execution” of the Bat at the very end. I knew it wasn’t going to work out the way Joker had envisioned and had slipped out before, OF COURSE, the Bat freed himself and went to town on the rest of them. I’m certain that even Hatter didn’t know how the end of the guilty verdict was going to unfold. Alice did, after all, get away from the Queen of Hearts and was not beheaded if I recall that correctly. He really must be stupid if he thought he was going to recreate the chapter of this book with an alternate ending. Alternate endings never work. Joker got his white ass thrown back into Arkham without so much as setting foot off the grounds. I on the other hand was already on the other side of the country at that point. I read the next day a few others made it out while Batman was running after Joker. Crane, Tetch, Ivy and even Croc made it out from the confusion.
It was weeks later after I read that dear Pamela was caught after her, shall we say, extremely psychotic plan that Tetch found me. I don’t know how really, maybe after some snooping but low and behold he was at my hide out’s front door. Things seemed to be calm in Gotham for the most part, so planning something big seemed like the right way to go. Tetch wanted it to be the “rightful tea party” we deserved. And by “we” he meant, him, myself and Jonathan. I truly don’t like playing the role of The Mad Hatter’s Dormouse, any more than Crane likes to play as his March Hare, but for some reason the odd British man has it cemented in his head that’s who we were born to play. The Riddler and The Scarecrow are just minor roles that come out whenever the tea runs out.
Hatter had a good idea for a great hit though. Nothing as amazing as one of my idea, but it was something. I was mostly interested in filling in the missing gaps of the caper to make sure it went off without a hitch. Oh, and the money. Oooo the money! The pay off for this thing would have kept me very, veeeery happy for some time. So I agreed. I’ve never actually worked with the other Rogue’s before, save for that one time, but that was IN Arkham. As boring as that place is, I had to do something from going stir crazy. Plus it was actually rather fun to see Bartholomew walk into walls once the card was put in place. It still makes me giggle when I think about it, or whenever we had our little sessions. I just can’t take that man seriously anymore knowing he has such a tiny little brain that even Tetch could control him like a puppet. Far too amusing.
Anyhow, the three of us met up. I was rather excited to see how we were going to all pull this off and make Batman look like the real moron that he is with the three of us getting away, but alas…Crane had to open his stupid big straw-filled mouth. He just couldn’t agree with me that MY idea was better than his! And it was! Jervis fully agreed with me!…Until the little traitor agreed with the bag of bones a second later. The Hatter makes very little sense, and I can see that now.
And the good doctors have the GAUL to tell me that I have an ego. The man thinks himself as a GOD of fear. Not just a master, not just the best, but a divine being. I may be one of Gotham’s most intelligent men, which I AM thankyouverymuch, but I don’t claim myself to be a higher being. Smarter than the Bat, of course, but not a God. We just couldn’t come to an agreement and with The Hatter flip flopping back and forth and then growing board with the situation, Crane stormed off. I kicked Jervis out and that was the end of that.
Not to say the idea hasn’t crossed my mind more than once. If only everyone would just listen to me and my superior ideas we would all be rich! AND we would have gotten rid of the Batman years ago! Honor among thieves indeed. More like every man for himself. Whatever happened to what was good for the goose was good for the gander? Oh well, as they say, “I am of millions, owned by only of thousands, and only truly belong to one, what am I?”
I’ve Lost My Tiny Little Mind
I’m…I’m actually not sure. I was horrified for a moment that I may have had a dream involving Tetch, but as it turns out it was another British man. Strange, I’ve never seen anyone like him before in my life. And he certainly didn’t appear to be one to hang around Gotham City either. I’m trying to figure out how such a random piece of someone else’s puzzle ended up in my box…
((I finally get to say this and mean it! *Ahem*- I DON’T EVEN! Note to self, stop tumbling at 4 a.m. Otherwise I get the kinkiest dreams…that involve Mad Mod for crying out load. And that should not be. I blame askthatredheadedlimey naturally.))
Do any of my followers like D. Gray-man?
Because I honestly have yet to meet someone that likes this anime.
Oh joy. The warmth I feel from the bottom of my little heart. A friend! And a Riddler fan. Win win my new friend.