A Gotham Christmas carol by Nemesister-dk, literature
Literature
A Gotham Christmas carol
The reflection of car lights on snow lit up the yard in front of the Gotham Brotherhood clubhouse. Elizabeth slowly wheeled her wheelchair across the yard towards the main entrance. Outside two men were having a smoke, seemingly not even bothered by the cold or the snow. One of them looked up “You’re here for Jason?” he asked, when he saw Ellie. She nodded. “He didn’t come home, so I guessed he was here” The other one grunted “His home’s here now, Miss. But go on in and see him, if you want” Ellie bit her lip, remembering when he made his choice. “Thank you” She considered addi
The journey
The journey has begun.
I et forladt hus i ørkenens inderste;
blodet er størknet, men kaffen er stadig varm.
Jeg læser i avisen, der lå på den afsyrede træstol.
Avisen er dateret: I dag kl. 14.15
Solen brænder.
Dear Seeker
Meet me in a desert of rusty
red dust and sand.
I'll be the one with the shiny
white glass eyes and the
black hair
You'll have the questions and
I'll have the answers
Then we'll jump of the cliffs and we'll
... fly!
We read the apocalypse in the sand
Rusty ruby red eyes gaze
from the Future
Stare your eyes out
You still can't see
You're ge