ByMartin Pinzon, writer at Creators.co
I'm not a writer. I write because if I were to speak no one would listen. And everything seems more eloquent in the written word. I'm wired
New years
New years

A calendar of seasons, 8 holidays of fright was conceived by the psychos who gave Gotham its nights. At Gothem time square when New years has come, a little acid in the confetti will make Gothamites run. They all scream in panic and flee one and all, as I send down the street the flaming New Years eve Ball. The dead litter the road as the injured all ran, all rueing The New Years of Calendar man!

Valentines day
Valentines day

Some Chocolates for my pudding and a shark tank full of love. And Four chains holding Gothams finest securely from above. Mylar heart balloons filled with laughing gas, the Commissioner tied to a chair. A fistfull of smiling darts will leave Gordon gasping for air. Some candy hearts for Mr. J and gas station flowers not to sucky. Barbara Gordon's blood stain nighty just in case a girl gets lucky. ::sigh::

St. Patrick's Day
St. Patrick's Day

Whats Green and Black and red all over? Oh, surely you must know. A dead bat on St. Patty's Day at the hands of a puzzling foe. Then frame the young bird for killing the Bat. At least to the Cat, to get her off my back. I then convince the Cat that the boy birds a rat. Blinded by ambition towards the Gotham's great bat. Then I use the Cat to hunt down the rat and do what cats do best. Then burn down the city and reign in my prize fore aLast I had beaten the rest. OR.......... I could turn it into another riddle! Ah! Busy day...

April Fools day
April Fools day

The Joke is on Batsy when the blood starts to fly as he enters my carnival of pain. From bladed bumper cars to a rocket of death a fun park that aims to mame. Ha ha ha! Now the best joke of all comes from Gotham City Hall where I wired it all to explode. As he lays out my men I'll remind the man when, he last loss someone he knew. Ha Ha Ha! Then I take a big hammer from behind "Die Bats," banner and use it crush the mans skull. Then spend out my evening trying to find some meaning in life in a city so dull. Ha ha ha!

Easter
Easter

Oh, whats a girl to do? In a candle lit room just for two. When you ask me for the Easter Egg diamond. "Your asking for eggs from this kitty on legs. If you'd look hard I'm sure you would find some." His answer wasn't in kind as he pushed me aside and he told me "don't try to run." Then I clung to his rear whispering "lets just say here and tomorrow we'll leave with the Sun." Meow.

Earth day
Earth day

On Earth day a gift from mother nature's love. A flower, a rose, a tree from above. A forest makes air that feeds all of life, only mankind's intervention keeps my children on ice. So I prune the upright monkeys then mow them to the ground. To save my precious babies and turn it around. Last night I got a Bat in my eden, who denied my hospitality and gave us a beating. Then I kissed his lips as poison took hold, that wrinkled his flesh and made him look old. So I said my farewell, in his grave he will lay. For the transgressions he committed on Ivy's Earth day.

Halloween
Halloween

October is the month out of the year dedicated to mankinds irrational fears. You hide your face in devils grin as demons dance and tables spin. creatures rise and you can't seem to run, to drag you to Hell and burn everyone. And try though you might to flee and survive as your flesh starts to boil into festering hives. So you fight endless fights to save the ones you love, as angels of the night strike from above. At the end there is nothing nor crown or no prize as the sanctuaries promised turn out to be lies. So you cover your face and refuse to be seen by old Dr. Crane on his fear Halloween.

Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving

You celebrate this day with your kin and your friends, secretly counting every minute till it ends. You say that your thankful and just play along, while privately longing everyone to be gone. So you bow your head low and pray empty words, and hope that incompetence doesn't produce a dry bird. I can never be thankful ever that long, I can never find Joy until you are gone. So I eat to your misfortune is there anything sadder? I will find no true bliss till your heads on a platter.

Christmas
Christmas

I give up the normal to prawl streets at night. Assuring the citizens of Gotham that everything's alright. And when my signal shines from far up above, know that the Bat is out working a job that I love. I am gotham's Sentinel upon skyscraper height, I am the cure to the madness I am the Dark Kinght! through the winter, summer, spring or the fall I will keep Gotham safe I will answer the call. And if Gothams rogues come knocking at some hour, mine is the shadow that makes grown men coward. They can aways run with there faces all pale, know that there a Batarang away from landing in jail.

Hope you enjoy "A Rogue for all season" as usual leave your questions or comments below. Thanks for reading.

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