*yawn* hi. Batman!

This, I wrote on the Metra on the way back from Chicago. Some dude kept giving me funny looks, so I made it look like I was writing about him (you know, where you look at the person, kinda tut, write, still looking at them...) -- it was fun.

It is only a little, general-audiences drabble, the first in what will hopefully be a decently-sized lineup of semi(or fully)psychotic Batfic, though that cannot happen until I have binged given myself a refresher course on my Batman quasifangirlness.

Anyway, it's early, and I'm sure that all didn't make the least bit of sense. So.

( Fascination -- 100 words w/o title )

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It is also my ticket to allow myself to read the Flist-Haunting Lurk Zone wayne_crane. Finally.

*yawn* 's late. Batman!

My god do I have issues.

Tomorrow I drag the kiddos along with me to Batman (yay!), but in the meantime, I have today's crack at some really fucked-up dudes. (wait, and we're talking Batman? that doesn't narrow it down much, you know.) I know. Well, one really fucked-up dude in particular -- Dr. Crane.

This one's for our slightly more mature readers.

WARNING: RAMPANT SENTENCE FRAGMENTS. Do not look them in the eye. Do not offer them a bite of your sandwich. And above all, DO NOT AGITATE THEM. They have been known to swarm in murderous droves. Or something.

( Fascination II -- 175 words w/o title )