Halloween comment fic thing
It's Halloween. Bats are scary, Gotham is a nightmare, good guys blanch when they enter Arkham, villains tell each other Joker stories to scare one another, and criminals are a supertitious and cowardly lot.
Let's do a Gotham-centric comment fic fest stuff. About Halloween or fear or things like that. *handwave-y* Or, you know, not Gotham-based. Wendy the Werewolf Stalker is cool, it's just that this being me, Gotham-creepy is much more likely to ping me.
Rules: prompt stuff in the comments. Fill stuff in the comments. Pimp, don't wank, warn for triggery stuff, have fun.
Let's do a Gotham-centric comment fic fest stuff. About Halloween or fear or things like that. *handwave-y* Or, you know, not Gotham-based. Wendy the Werewolf Stalker is cool, it's just that this being me, Gotham-creepy is much more likely to ping me.
Rules: prompt stuff in the comments. Fill stuff in the comments. Pimp, don't wank, warn for triggery stuff, have fun.
Helena, PG-13, Winter Dark 2/2 [warning for gore]
Around the corpse, snow has melted into pinkish, queasy-looking mud. It used to be a human being, but now it is only a torn-apart mass of organs. If a good man or woman stumbled upon it, and tried to give it a decent burial – someone like Gordon, who insists on as many of the social niceties as can be arranged, customs to preserve the city’s sanity (Helena could tell him, it’s far too late for that, if it was ever more than a pipe dream) – they wouldn’t be able to. There are too many parts missing.
Once upon a time, she’d have called it a massacre. Today…
There’s a single line of dragged-down steps leading to and from the naked remains, buried in the snow like it’s been walked several times, by several different beings. And the traces of the running steps of the victim, disordered and panicked.
Lots of parts missing. Cut and stripped down like a animal, very clean. Precisely like an animal. Lots of meat, missing.
Wolves, Helena thinks. The horror of being shut in with the wolves all around grips her, like the villagers in her storybooks, freezing her to her core.
In that moment, she knows: should they survive No Man’s Land, she doesn’t think they will truly live through it.
Re: Helena, PG-13, Winter Dark 2/2 [warning for gore]