If the Penguin Were Female – Part XX
Sep 19th, 2010 | By Angela Nichols | Category: If the Penguin Were Female, Series“You love her, but she loves him. He loves somebody else, you just can’t win…” Love Stinks
“You love her, but she loves him. He loves somebody else, you just can’t win…” Love Stinks
The woman in the mask waited, watching the doorway. She knew the people inside were up to no good, but she was still startled by the explosion.
It was early evening about a week after Thanksgiving. Stanley and I were in my office; he doing a crossword and I doing the cafes books. We were enjoying each others company after having a good time the night before.
I’m not the sentimental type, but I do have a lot to be grateful for…
I never have liked that ‘who’s going to try and scare me next, and how?’ feeling…
Joker got out of the cab. It was good to be back at the hideout and not in Arkham.
Every day is a new chance to get everything right.
Stanley Marx woke up alone, he was used to it
Love, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
The more things change, the more they stay the same…