MsVengeance

Deathbat Acronym Dark nights are our mornings, on which we wake and rise. Every ear is flowing blood in reaction to our cries. Angered by accusation, anger is what we portray. Terror in our prowess, we deliver it day after day. Hellish is our reputation--we're a misunderstood Clan. Biting deep to pierce your veins, we cut short your life span. Agony and fear fill you brim as we close in on the kill. The Deathbats rule the night--we conquer and all is still. --Madi N.

"Harley, leave me alone." Joker clenched his teeth as he growled at the dancing woman in front of his desk. She didn't seem to notice the seriousness in his animalistic but distracted warning. She held two shirts suspended in the air by hangers, glancing back and forth between them and biting her glossed lips in thought. "First, tell me which one you like better!" She squeaked, holding the shirts over her body one by one. She had her "pajamas" on; a cottony black button up shirt she sewed herself with red hearts all over it, paired up with matching sweat pants.  Joker kept his focus on the long pencil in his hand, sketching routes