Author has written 4 stories for Batman, and Loonatics Unleashed.
Hello, this is my first time getting an account on fanfiction.net but my stories are also on Deviantart.com under the username flipqingoutfan. My name is Megan and my OC's name is Haley Riler, or as you will learn to know her as (if you read my stories ^^;) Curiosity. Curiosity is a VERY violent character and although her roots lie in the The Batman universe she isn't limited to only this world.
Curiosity is a serial killer who became so after a series of unfortunate events starting with her father (Frank Riler)'s death. (Haley's mother had died 7 years before in a car accident while she and Haley were on their way to the store.) Frank Riler was the night watchman for the Ace Chemical Factory and was friends with Jack Napier (a.k.a. the Joker before his accident) and worked with him until the night Jack fell into that fateful vat of chemicals. Haley knew Jack briefly from the times he visited for dinner and attempted to crack jokes about her height. The night Jack fell in the vat of chemicals Frank was on duty, working overtime to make ends meet. He took Haley with him to work that night when he heard of his neighbors apartment being broken into and the lack of a babysitter despite Haley's being 13 at the time. Frank was shot by Jack's "friends" before they shoved Jack over the railing into the chemical vat below. Haley was left to watch as Batman opted to save Jack rather than her father whom the paramedics where coming for. Frank survived for a few hours but died later that night at Gotham General Hospital, sending Haley into the care of her foster parents Don and Penny.
Don and Penny were retired teachers. Penny, having taught at a university, collected classic literature and left it to molder in the basement after her retirement. After adopting Haley Don and Penny locked her in the basement for nearly three years, collecting the paychecks they were given by the government to raise her and "home school" her. Haley recieved a scar across her stomach after an escape attempt that led to her practically being thrown down the stairs into the bookcase below. Due to her imprisonment Haley spent the majority of her time plotting her escape, plotting her revenge, and reading the books that her foster mother had neglected over the years. One of her favorites, which she quotes often, is Hamlet.
After three years of imprisonment Haley managed to escape the basement and set fire to the house with her foster parents inside. She had locked all the windows and doors prior to setting the house on fire and watched them scream inside through the barred windows, feeling that she was right in making them see how it felt to be trapped. However after her escape she began to question her actions and believed that she truly was going to Hell because of this. She suffered trama induced amnesia and could no longer remember the names of those she had hurt or of anyone in her past. She couldn't even recall her own name until after 7 more years of killing and adopting the alias Curiosity, she returned to Gotham to find the man who could tell her everything she wanted to know about her past: Jack Napier.
This is were Brucie Boy starts off...
For more information on Curiosity and her history visit flipqingoutfan on deviantart and check out the prequel A Curious History. :D
I don't own anything from the D.C. universe. Zai and Gabe belong to Zaiharley on Deviantart.com Adrian and Neil belong to Labyrinthinemind on Deviantart.com. :)(:
When I first started writing over a year ago on Brucie Boy it was because I was bored in study hall and mostly because I'm obsessed with the Batman universe and characters like the Joker and Scarecrow.
I love the Batman universe because unlike Marvel comics (I'm not a Marvel fan) the characters actually have more depth and are normal people that had the world show them just how one bad day (and a chemical bath in Joker's case) can change your life forever. I'm not so much of a Batman fan as I am a fan of his rouge gallery for this reason although I understand Bruce's outlook on life as well and I respect his character more than any other comic book hero and realize that his world was turned upside down by one tragic night as well. Unlike the villains however he had Alfred to rely on, his fortune, and his parent's legacy. I find myself liking the Batman Begin's version of Batman the most because he's shown as more of a human character. In all versions he tries to be stoic and do things for the greater good but in the Batman Begins version he teeters on the edge and almost throws everything away just as one of the villains want to do. It humanizes every character in the story by doing this; by showing just how thin a line seperates justice from revenge and I like that. Despite the fact that I typically watch cartoons it's not because I'm childish. I like to analyze every aspect of things and cartoons help us grow up depending upon what we want from them at the time. Whether we want an escape from reality, a more in depth look into the minds of the characters that both confuse and fascinate us, or a mirror to look at how things are in life that is subtle enough that it doesn't hurt us but rather sheds light upon aspects of our daily lives that we wouldn't normally pay attention to. One day I'd like to help create cartoons or comics. I'd love to write scripts for episodes.
I'd love to hear what everyone thinks about my writing and I'm always looking for ways to improve. :)(:
(By the way my :)(: smiley isn't two smilies kissing it's supposed to be a symbol for something that's the same but not the same at the same time like a mirror. You look in a mirror and see yourself but it's not really you. It's only your reflection. Just to let you know. ^-^)
Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid. It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons. I am sorry, but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it. You're a 90's kid if... you remember watching Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!, Rocko's Modern Life, Animaniacs, Gargoyles.You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!" You just can't resist finishing this... "in west Philadelphia born and raised..." You remember Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, Boy Meets World. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. You remember reading Goosebumps. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence... not. When everything was settled by rock-paper-scissors or "bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish" or Ms. Mary Mack. When kick ball was a daily activity. When we used to obey our parents. You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time on a tape. You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genesis became popular. You remember the ORIGINAL Game Boy. You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos... but never taped anything funny. You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, Reading Rainbow, and Ghostwriter on PBS. You remember when Yo-Yos were cool. You remember those Where's Waldo? books. You remember eating Warheads and Splashers Gum. You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladdin, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Ghostbusters. You remember Ring Pops. If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!" You remember boom boxes vs. CD players. Making those little paper fortune cootie catcher things, and then predicting your life with them. You played and/or collected "Pogs." You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere. One word... Trolls. Windows 95 was the best. You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Wild Thornberrys, Power Rangers, Rocket Power. All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand. You collected those Beanie Babies. You remember Carebears. Lambchop's song never ended. Silver dollars, which were cool to have. Everyone watched the WB. If you even know what an original Walkman is. You know the Macarena by heart. "Talk to the hand" ...enough said. You went to McDonald's to play in the Playplace. You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground. Before the MySpace frenzy . . . Before the Internet & text messaging ... Before Sidekicks & iPods ... Before PlayStation3 or X-BOX 360 ... Before Spongebob... Before Tupac was shot. When light-up sneakers were cool. When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs. When gas was 95 cents a gallon. When we recorded stuff on VCRs. You had slap bracelets! You actually played outside until it was dark! Way back. Before we realized all this would eventually disappear. Post this in your bulletin if you remember these days...