So much for being unique. . . more than half the stories on here are about Dr. Jonathan Crane. So I figured, hey! Let me throw my two cents in, right?
Disclaimer: I do not own in any way, part, or what have you of the characters and such from Batman.
A.N - I guess you could call this more of a poem than a story really. . .
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Screaming necessities over the rooftops.
Tasteless breathing in an uncompromising city.
Benevolent Fear used in malevolent ways.
Watching people - sane with insanity eyes.
Waiting to feed on the Fear to silence the screaming in your own head.
Laughable burlap mask that only the insane see as terror.
Terror only fed on by the lonely hearted, the tormented small mind of genius.
With power over the mind you feel immortal to life.
Immortality.
You believe your immortal.
You have no fear.
Monsters don't kill things who aren't afraid.
Monsters tear things who tremble with terror.
Palpitate with phobia.
Phobia you need to taste.
Screaming you need to survive.
Power you have to accomplish the unthinkable.
Power.
Maybe breathing isn't so tasteless after all.