This is a collection of Baccano ideas, including any crossovers that come to mind, for you fabulous readers to enjoy. I've got a couple Baccano series going at the moment so I'll be focusing on those a little bit more. However, pending the response and my creativeness, I might turn some of these into fully fledged stories. If there's something you want to see, leave a review and/or drop me a PM.
Smiling Jack
Genre: Crime/General
Rating: K+/T
Character(s): Elmer Albatross
Notes: References to murder and prostitution
Summary: Jack the Ripper didn't seem to have a motive for the atrocities that the repeat murderer committed, but he did. It just wasn't a conventional motive.
"Tell me, milady, what would make you smile?"
Mary Ann Nichols fluttered her lashes and giggled, a coy grin on threatening to spread across her lips.
"Why, to be remembered, of course. What lady wouldn't want that?"
-.-.-.-
"My fair lady, what could I do to bring a smile to your lips?"
"There be any limits on it?"
"None at all, my fair lady."
Annie Chapman fell silent.
"To be remembered, perhaps. But I'm not a great Lady, not like the Queen, so it will it happen for me."
-.-.-.-
"Beautiful lady, what shall I do to bring a smile to your visage?"
Elizabeth Stride blushed prettily.
"I want to be remembered for more than being a woman selling herself. But there is hardly a chance of that happening, isn't it."
-.-.-.-
"Darling lady, be anything, what would it take to make you truly smile?"
Catherine Eddowes tilted her head, considering the question.
"To get out of this place, this job," she gestured to herself, "and to be remembered for something, I suppose."
-.-.-.-
"Lovely lady of the night, what could I do to make you smile?"
Mary Jane Kelly licked her lips with hooded eyes.
"Make me scream and remember me."
-.-.-.-
Elmer Albatross sipped his tea from his seat near a window, watching the constables scatter and search for "Jack the Ripper". Such an interesting yet dull name from the papers. It's been weeks now, and the coppers had been having rather poor luck finding the repeat killer. The man finished his tea and paid, grabbing his cloak as he left the tea house. Once outside of the Whitechapel area, he smiled.
"You ladies will definitely be remembered, at least for a little while."
The smiling man whistled an odd tune, occasionally greeting those he passed on the street, with nary a care in the world. After all, he gave the ladies what they asked for.
A/N: A little short, even for me, but if/when I make this a full story, I promise it will be much longer.