I'm the Singing Absol Pt.2Mayhem of the Singing Absol!I'm the Singing Absol Pt.2 by The-Talking-Absol
By: The Talking Absol
He Drives Us Bats!/ If Only
Meanwhile, back in the city of Townsville...
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Meanwhile, in the Singing Absol's Secret Lair...
The Singing Absol, who nobody in Gotham but Batman knew was really Basil Galknolt, hummed merrily as she looked over her list labeled "Super-Secret Evil Plan," doodling hearts over an inserted step at the end aptly named "Get married: move to secluded mountain: have oodles of kids." She was currently in the kitchen, and over her costume, was wearing a pink, frilly apron that read, in curly letters with flowers and hearts, "Kiss the Cook." It was enough to make a four-year-old girl sick, and certainly too much for the poor Professor Crane, who sat behind the kitchen counter, tied to a chair, looking somewhere between 'seething with anger' and 'scared shitless.'
The oven, a relatively shiny work of metal and ceramic, dinged, and she jumped slightly, distrac
Curiouser and CuriouserIt was a typical night. This was where street flooded into street into concrete and destruction until everything was just a labyrinthine agglomeration of black, brown, and crimson. The products of the successful met the misery of the masses, until it formed a city that limped along, hardly functioning and yet, ultimately and undeniably there. This was Gotham City.Curiouser and Curiouser by aqua-steel12334
Jonathan Crane stepped from the doorway of Arkham Asylum. He paused and placed his dark briefcase on the landing before pulling his wool overcoat tighter around him. He picked up his briefcase and gripped it tightly as he strode down the sidewalk, a minuscule figure in the shadows, he was quite aware. Nonetheless, though, he held his head high, in a manner only attributed to citizens of the flawed city who walked with utmost caution and yet appeared confident.
His navy sedan was in sight, when he heard a mumble at his side. He paused a moment, the sound repeated, a male voice. It was low, hardly discernible. Jonathan had ever
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