Gotham Spooks, Halloween sample writing

Halloween in Gotham City was unlike anywhere else, normally a kid would dress up, get some candy, go home, yadda yadda yadda; but in Gotham, when the Moon came out, so did the real monsters. Muggings ran rampant, murders were every other block, the Batman was out in full swing. For Harley Quinn, Halloween was freedom, freedom to express herself at her truest core, freedom to really embrace her craziness; some nights it was glowing up a warehouse, or driving a cop car in Gotham Harbor to 'See if Pigs can swim', but tonight it was a whole new level.

Tonight, Harley was robbing kids in costume to get their stashes of candy, she had been on a week long sugar rush, and hadn't slept, she wanted it to continue. She had other plans as well on her night of mischief, and she found herself in her apartment making the list. "Step one." She said allowed in a tone of great importance. "Go to Sal's, get a ham and cheese sandwich." She said in the same tone, and then let out a highly audible moan. The thought of the first bite into that hot, gooey, thick, meaty sandwich, made her mouth water, and her stomach yearn with hunger.

She shook her head to get back on track. "Step two." The tone returned, and after putting the top of the pen in her mouth in thought, she gave an 'Ah Ha!' motion with a finger in the air. "Break into the Gotham Zoo." She wrote down, and again her mind flashed with a fantasy of herself atop of the striped quadrupeds. "Steal.. no.." She scratched out the word steal. "Borrow! Borrow a zebra!" She said and wrote it down, while speaking loudly in the still important tone.

Step three was written with big stars and seventeen underlines. "Step three." She said, her eyes wide with excitement. "Rob the crotch goblins of Gotham for their sugary goodness." She said and then bellowed out laugh that seemed to echo off the walls. "Nobody's gonna lay a finger on my Butterfinger." She said her stomach growled, now she wanted chocolate.

With her list all made, and her outfit for the evening, a red and black crop top, with a matching but reversed pattern pair of shorts, and her torn stockings, faintly covering her various tattoos; she grabbed a pair of black knee high boots and set out to Sal's. She arrived a few minutes later, dry heaving to catch her breath from a sprint, she nearly fell in the doorway. "The usual Harley?" Sal asked, not even looking her way, just throwing the ingredients on the grill. "You know it Sal!" Harley's face shot up, the dark circles around her blue eyes giving her a dark look.

Roughly ten minutes later, she was stepping back onto the streets of Gotham, her hands gripped around the sandwich that engulfed them, taking slow bites and chewing at the same pace, moaning as she did so, the flavor was to die for, and she should know, she almost had on several occasions. Next she made her way to the Gotham Zoo.

The zoo was actually world renowned, the selection of animals was on par with zoos like San Diego, and London, bringing people from all over, which was strange for Gotham. After tossing her empty wrapper on the ground, she took her phone out from waist band, and took a selfie, she crazed, sleep deprived, and drug addict aesthetic self, complete with a peace sign and pursed lips, she sent the photo to all of her contacts with the caption. "Zebra Fevuh!" and put her phone back down her pants.

With a running start, she was able to flip over the high fence and stick the landing, boastfully blowing a blonde lock from her face, she used two hair ties from a small pocket to tie her colored hair in her infamous pigtails. She walked the zoo for a few minutes until she found the zebra exhibit, and with another graceful flip, she was inside the enclosure. "Alright Steve... you look like a Steve." She said slowly approaching the beast who was staring at her with violent suspicion.