Here's the second prompt I came up with tonight. This is based on something my friend LittleMermaid1990 asked for the other day and we both cracked up, picturing something similar to this little prompt. Enjoy! :)


Dramatic Entrances Demand Practice

Malcolm Merlin slammed the door to his quarters in Nanda Parbat. He was pissed. He was the new Ra's Al Ghul and no one except his minions seemed willing to show him the respect he deserved. Neither Nyssa, nor his own daughter nor Oliver and his annoying gang. But today he had had enough. The reason for his anger was that annoying speedster brat. How dare he insult him like that? Did he know how much planning and preparation it takes to perform operations as the League of Assassins? They needed to perfect the ability to be completely invisible to everyone else until it was time to strike – or to reveal themselves. Even to an experienced villain like Malcolm Merlin, this necessary skill didn't come naturally. Like everything else they demanded practice.

Today seemed like a good opportunity to check out a new approach so he started pacing the room, trying to come up with new way to surprisingly reveal himself to the rest of the world. When he finished his fifth round his gaze caught a shelf of VHS cassettes and he froze, contemplating… The cassettes were a collection of cartoons he had bought for his deceased son Tommy. Back when he hadn't lost himself completely to his work they had spent the Sundays watching seasons of cartoons together. He had kept them for sentimental reasons. He still missed his son everyday.

Malcolm studied the shelf with utmost concentration. Then he shrugged. Why the hell not. He grabbed a VHS from the shelf and walked over to his pre-historic TV set. Everything in Nanda Parbat was old-fashioned. Malcolm had come to appreciate this after the initial shock right after his move from civilization to… this.

Malcolm started the VHS recorder and TV and shoved the cassette into the recorder. With the remote in his hand, he slumped into his wingchair and hit PLAY.

"Daring duck of mystery, champion of right, Swoops out of the shadows, Darkwing owns the night. Somewhere some villain schemes, but his number's up. (3-2-1) Darkwing Duck (When there's trouble you call D W) Darkwing Duck (Let's get dangerous) Darkwing Duck (Darkwing, Darkwing Duck!)."


So... what do you think? I hope it's not too crazy. I tried to bring some realism to it by portraying Malcolm as a loving father because deep down I really think he cares about his children, well, now it's only Thea [RIP Tommy :( ] - even though his means to keep her safe are somewhat drastic XD

Inga, it's no video but I hope close enough ;)