WIP meme

[icarus_chained]

Post a single sentance from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentance.

None of these have been posted. Various fandoms.

~I have been, in my time, a rather excellent spy, insomuch as no-one, outside of a very few persons, has ever known of the truth of my time in America.

~Kal looked around him, at the strange colony that had been made of the corpse of Apokalips, the dark world made new.

~That took strength of will, and J'onn found himself so glad this human had a will of his own left at all that he didn't pry.

~I cannot ... I cannot imagine your despair, my friend.

~For she is beautiful, dark and rich and desirable in her brutality.

~Batman was clean and calm and controlled, and not for the first time in his life, Bruce hated him, even as he knew he could never survive this without him.

~Perhaps following this account you will join the ranks of those, my aunt Agatha foremost among them, who consider me to be less than blessed in the brain department, but I tell you honestly that I did not know what the devil the blighter was up to.

~There was an impression of stars in there somewhere, too, which made him feel nastily like Chicken Little on the morning after.

~"If you are here," the other began, his voice sombre and echoing, "then our Batman has either fallen ... or betrayed us. I would like to know which."

~Dockland regulars looked at me with that quintessential Gotham smirk, the one slipped sideways into a viewer's blindspot, so you couldn't challenge a damn thing.

~He was a function now, not a person.

~"I offer you a cynic's salute, and ask only that in future you carry out your respective quixotic crusades somewhere where they are less likely to get me killed."

~I, for example, on one memorable occasion found myself wondering what twist of grim fate it be, that some men can look like the most refined of gentlemen whilst laying about powerfully with a hatstand, while others would find it difficult to display the same kind of equanimity, if that is the mot juste, at the most cordial of dinners.