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The best thing you can learn from Inception of 'Alphabet' by Larry Page

This is something best I've read in long time, so just wants to keep this piece in my collection.
Written by: James Altucher
========================I visited Google a few weeks ago and, after almost getting arrested, my mind was blown.
First, Claudia wandered into the garage where they were actually making or fixing the driverless cars. When they finally realized she was wandering around, security had to escort her out.

We got scared and we thought we were going to get in trouble or thrown out.

Then we met with a friend high up at Google and learned some of the things Google was working on.

Nothing was related to search. Everything was related to curing cancer (a bracelet that can make all the cancer cells in your body move towards the bracelet), automating everything (cars just one of those things), Wi-Fi everywhere (Project Loon) and solving other “billion person problems”.

A problem wasn’t considered worthy unless it could solve a problem for a billion people.

So now Alphabet is aligning itself towards this strategy: a holding company that owns and invests in other companies that can solve billion person problems.

It’s not divided up by money. It’s divided up by mission.

I want to do this in my personal life also.

Just analyzing Larry Page’s quotes from the past ten years is a guidebook for “billion person success” and for personal success.

Here Are Some Of His Quotes:
"If you’re changing the world, you’re working on important things. You’re excited to get up in the morning."

To have well-being in life you need three things:
A) a feeling of competence or growth.
B) good emotional relationships.
C) freedom of choice.

Being able to wake up excited in the morning is an outcome of well-being.

Feeling like every day you are working on a billion-person problem will give you those three aspects of well-being.

At the very least, when I wake up I try to remember to ask: Who can I help today?

Because I’m a superhero and this is my secret identity.

"Especially in technology, we need revolutionary change, not incremental change."

Too often we get stuck in “good enough”. If you build a business that supports your family and maybe provides for retirement then that is “good enough”.If you write a book that sells 1000 copies then that is “good enough.”You ever wonder why planes have gotten slower since 1965? The Dreamliner 787 is actually slower than the 747. That’s ok. It’s good enough to get people across the world and save on fuel costs.It’s only the people who push past the “good enough syndrome” that we hear about: Elon Musk building a space ship. Larry Page indexing all knowledge. Elizabeth Holmes potentially diagnosing all diseases with a pin prick.

Isaac Asimov wrote classic science fiction like “The Foundation Series” but it wasn’t good enough for him. He ended up writing 500 more books, writing more books than anyone in history.

Larry Page keeps pushing so that every day he wakes up knowing he’s going to go past “good enough” that day.

What does your “good enough” day look like. What’s one thing that moves you past that?

"My job as a leader is to make sure everybody in the company has great opportunities, and that they feel they’re having a meaningful impact and are contributing to the good of society."

Whenever I’ve managed companies and have had the small opportunity to be a leader I’ve judged my success on only one thing:

Does the employee at night go home and call his or her parents and say, “guess what I did today!”

I’m not sure this always worked. But I do think Larry Page lifts all his employees to try to be better versions of themselves, to try to surpass him, to try and change the world.

If each employee can say, “who did I help today” and have an answer, then that is a good leader.

Empowering others, empowers you.

"Lots of companies don’t succeed over time. What do they fundamentally do wrong? They usually miss the future."

The stock market is near all time highs. And yet every company in the original Dow Jones market index (except for GE) has gone out of business.

Even US Steel, which built every building in the country for an entire century, has gone bankrupt.

Never let the practical get in the way of the possible.

It’s practical to focus on what you can do right now.

But give yourself time in your life to wonder what is possible and to make even the slightest moves in that direction.

We’re at maybe 1% of what is possible. Despite the faster change, we’re still moving slow relative to the opportunities we have. I think a lot of that is because of the negativity… Every story I read is Google vs someone else. That’s boring. We should be focusing on building the things that don’t exist.

Sometimes I want to give up on whatever I’m working on. I’m not working on major billion person problems.

And sometimes I think I write too much about the same thing. Every day I try to think, “What new thing can I write today” and I actually get depressed when I can’t think of something totally new.

But I am working on things that I think can help people. And if you are out side of people’s comfort zones, if you are breaking the normal rules of society, people will try to pull you down.

Larry Page didn’t want to be defined by Google for his entire life. He wants to be defined by what he hasn’t yet done. What he might even be afraid to do.

I wonder what my life would be like if I started doing all the things I was afraid to do. If I started defining my life by all the things I have yet to do.

"Many leaders of big organizations, I think, don’t believe that change is possible. But if you look at history, things do change, and if your business is static, you’re likely to have issues."

Guess which company had the original patent that ultimately Larry Page derived his own patent (that created google) from?

Go ahead. Think a second. Guess.

An employee of this company created the patent and tried to get them to use it to catalog information on the web.

They refused.

So Robin Li, an employee of The Wall Street Journal, quit the newspaper of capitalism (who owned his patent), moved to China (a communist country), and created Baidu.

And Larry Page modified the patent, filed his own, and created Google.

And the Wall Street Journal got swallowed up by Rupert Murdoch and is dying a slow death.

"I think as technologists we should have some safe places where we can try out new things and figure out the effect on society."

A friend of mine is writing a novel but is afraid to publish it. “Maybe it will be bad,” he told me.

Fortunately we live in a world where experimentation is easy. You can make a 30 page novel, publish it on Amazon for nothing, use an assumed name, and test to see if people like it.

Heck, I’ve done it. And it was fun.

Mac Lethal is a rapper who has gotten over 200 million views on his YouTube videos. Even Ellen had him on her show to demonstrate his skills.

I asked him, “do you get nervous if one of your videos gets less views than others?”

He told me valuable advice: “Nobody remembers your bad stuff. They only remember your good stuff.”

I live by that.

"If we were motivated by money, we would have sold the company a long time ago and ended up on a beach."

Larry Page and Sergey Brin wanted to be academics. When they first patented Google, they tried to sell to Yahoo for $1 million (ONE MILLION DOLLARS).

When Yahoo laughed them out the door, they tried to sell to Excite for $750,000.

Excite laughed them out the door. Now an ex-employee of Google is the CEO of Yahoo. And the founder of Excite works at Google. Google dominates.

Money is a side effect of trying to help others. Trying to solve problems. Trying to move beyond the “good enough”.

So many people ask: “how do I get traffic?” That’s the wrong question.

If you ask every day, “How did I help people today?” then you will have more traffic and money than you could have imagined.

"Invention is not enough. Tesla invented the electric power we use, but he struggled to get it out to people. You have to combine both things: invention and innovation focus, plus the company that can commercialize things and get them to people."

Everyone quotes the iconic story of Thomas Edison “failing” 10,000 times to get the electric lightbulb working.

I put failing in quotes because he was doing what any scientist does. He does many experiments until one works.

But what he did that was truly remarkable was convince New York City a few weeks later to light up their downtown using his lights.

The first time ever a city was lit up at night with electricity.

That’s innovation. That’s how the entire world got lit up.

"If you say you want to automate cars and save people’s lives, the skills you need for that aren’t taught in any particular discipline. I know – I was interested in working on automating cars when I was a Ph.D. student in 1995."

Too often we get labeled by our degree and our job titles. Larry Page and Elon Musk were computer science majors. Now they build cars and space ships.

David Chang was a competitive golfer as a kid, majored in religious studies in college, and then had random gopher jobs in his 20s.

The gopher jobs all happened to be in restaurants so he became familiar with how the business was run.

Then he started probably the most popular restaurant in NYC, momofoku. A dozen or so restaurants later, he is one of the most successful restauranteurs in history.

Peter Thiel worked as a lawyer in one of the top law firms in NY. When he quit in order to become an entrepreneur, he told me that many of his colleagues came up to him and said, “I can’t believe you are escaping”.

Escaping the labels and titles and hopes that everyone else has for us is one of the first steps in Choosing Ourselves for the success we are meant to have.

We define our lives from our imagination and the things we create with our hands.

"It really matters whether people are working on generating clean energy or improving transportation or making the Internet work better and all those things. And small groups of people can have a really huge impact."

What I love about this quote is that he combines big problems with small groups.

A small group of people created Google. Not Procter & Gamble. Or AT&T.

Even at Apple, when Steve Jobs wanted to create the Macintosh, he moved his small group to a separate building so they wouldn’t get bogged down in the big corporate bureaucracy that Apple was becoming.

Ultimately, they fired him for being too far from the corporate message.

Years later, when Apple was failing, they brought him back. What did he do? He cut most of the products and put people into small groups to solve big problems.

Before his death he revolutionized the movie industry, the computer industry, the music industry, TVs, and now even watches (watch sales have plummeted after the release of the Apple Watch).

All of this from a guy who finished one semester of studying calligraphy in college before dropping out.

Studying the history of Apple is like studying a microcosm of the history of how to create big ideas. Larry Page is recreating this with his new corporate structure.

We don’t have as many managers as we should, but we would rather have too few than too many.

The 20th century was the century of middle-class corporatism. It even became a “law” called “The Peter Principle” – everyone rises to their level of incompetence.

One of the problems society is having now is that the entire middle layer of management is being demoted, outsourced, replaced by technology, and fired.

This is not a bad or a good thing (although it’s scary). But it’s a return to the role of masters and apprentices without bureaucracy and paperwork in the middle.

It’s how things get done. When ideas go from the head into action with few barriers in the middle.

To be a successful employee, you have to align your interests with those of the company, come up with ideas that further help the customers, and have the mandate to act on those ideas, whether they work or not.

That’s why the employee who wrote much of the code inside the Google search engine, Craig Silverstein, is now a billionaire.

Where is he now? He’s an employee at online education company, The Khan Academy.

If you ask an economist what’s driven economic growth, it’s been major advances in things that mattered – the mechanization of farming, mass manufacturing, things like that. The problem is, our society is not organized around doing that.

Google is now making advances in driverless cars, delivery drones, and other methods of automation.

Everyone gets worried that this will cost jobs. But just look at history. Cars didn’t ruin the horse industry. Everyone simply adjusted.

TV didn’t replace books. Everything adjusted. The VCR didn’t shut down movies.

The Internet didn’t replace face to face communication (well, the jury is still out).

"What is the one sentence summary of how you change the world? Always work hard on something uncomfortably exciting!"

Not everyone wants to create a driverless car. Or clean energy. Or solve a billion person problem.

But I have a list of things that are uncomfortably exciting to me.

They are small, stupid things. Like I’d like to write a novel. Or perform standup comedy. Or maybe start another business based on my ideas for helping people.

Every day I wake up a tiny bit afraid. But I also try to push myself a little closer in those directions. I know then that’s how I learn and grow.

Sometimes I push forward. Sometimes I don’t. I want to get more comfortable with being uncomfortable.

I do think there is an important artistic component in what we do. As a technology company I’ve tried to really stress that.

Nobody knows what the definition of Art is.

How about: something that doesn’t exist except in the imagination, that you then bring out into the real world that has some mix of entertainment, enlightenment, and betterment.

I don’t know. Something like that.

Certainly the iPad is a work of art. And the iPad has created works of art. And when I first saw a driverless car I thought, “that’s beautiful”.

I’m going to try and put my fingerprint on something today. And maybe it will be art.

The idea that everyone should slavishly work so they do something inefficiently so they keep their job – that just doesn’t make any sense to me. That can’t be the right answer.

We’ve been hypnotized into thinking that the “normal life” is a “working life”.

If you don’t “go to work” then you must be sick or on the tiny bit of vacation allotted to you each year.

What if everything you did you can inject a little bit of leisure, a little bit of fun into it.

I have fun writing, except when I think I have to meet a deadline (work). I have fun making a business that people actually use except when I think about money too much (work).

When you are at the crossroads and your heart loves one path and doesn’t love the other, forget about which path has the money and the work, take the path you love.

We want to build technology that everybody loves using, and that affects everyone. We want to create beautiful, intuitive services and technologies that are so incredibly useful that people use them twice a day. Like they use a toothbrush. There aren’t that many things people use twice a day.

What a great idea for a list of the day!

What are ten things that can be invented that people would use twice a day?

You need to invent things and you need to get them to people. You need to commercialize those inventions. Obviously, the best way we’ve come up with doing that is through companies.

I was speaking to Naveen Jain, who made his billions on an early search engine, InfoSpace.

He just started a company to mine rare earth minerals on the Moon.

But his real goal is extra-planetary colonization.

Somehow we got around to the question of why have a company in the middle of that. He has billions. He can just go straight for the colonization part.

He said, “Every idea has to be sustainable. Profitability is proof that an idea is sustainable.”

You may think using Google’s great, but I still think it’s terrible.

K. Anders Ericsson made famous the “10,000 hour rule” popularized later by Malcom Gladwell.

The rule is: if you practice WITH INTENT for 10,000 hours then you will be world-class.

He then wondered why typists would often reach a certain speed level and then never improve no matter how many hours.

After doing research, its because they forgot the “With intent” part. They were satisfied with “good enough”.

You have to constantly come up with new metrics to measure yourself, to compete against yourself, to better the last plateau you reached.

Google is great. But it can be better. Having this mindset always forces you to push beyond the comfort zone.

Once they changed the way typists viewed their skills (by recreating the feeling of “beginner’s mind”) the typists continued to get faster.

We have a mantra: don’t be evil, which is to do the best things we know how for our users, for our customers, for everyone. So I think if we were known for that, it would be a wonderful thing.

Many people argue whether or not Google has succeeded at this. That’s not the point.

The point is: Values before Money.

A business is a group of people with a goal to solve a problem. Values might be: we want to solve a problem, we want the customer to be happy, we want employees to feel like they have upward mobility, etc.

Once you lose your values, you’ll lost the money as well. This why family-run businesses often die by the third generation (“Shirt sleeves to shirt sleeves in three generations).

The values of the founder got diluted through his descendants until the company failed.

I think it is often easier to make progress on mega-ambitious dreams. Since no one else is crazy enough to do it, you have little competition. In fact, there are so few people this crazy that I feel like I know them all by first name.

Our parents have our best interests at heart and tell us how to be good adults.

Our schools have our best interests.

Our friends, colleagues, sometimes our bosses, sometimes government, think they have our best interests.

But it’s only when everyone thinks you are crazy that you know you are going to create something that surprises everyone and really makes your own unique handprint on the world.

And because you went out of the comfort zone, you’re only competing against the few other people as crazy as you are.

You know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night with a vivid dream? And you know that if you don’t have a pencil and pad by the bed, it will be completely gone by the next morning. Sometimes it’s important to wake up and stop dreaming. When a really great dream shows up, grab it.

For every article I’ve ever written, there’s at least ten more I left behind in the middle of the night thinking I would remember in the morning.

I have to beat myself in the head. I . Will. Not. Remember….Must. Write. Down.

It’s hard to wake up. And that’s the only thing worth remembering. It’s hard to wake up.

I have always believed that technology should do the hard work – discovery, organization, communication – so users can do what makes them happiest: living and loving, not messing with annoying computers! That means making our products work together seamlessly.

This is a deep question – who are you? If you have a mechanical hand, is that “you”?

Conversely, if you lose a hand, did you lose a part of you. Are you no longer a complete person? The complete you?

If an implant is put into your brain to access Google, does that effect who you view your self to be?

When books were invented, memory suffered. We no longer had to remember as much, because we can look things up.

Does that make our brains less human?

I bet memory has suffered with the rise of Google. Does this mean our consciousness has suffered?

When we created fire, we outsourced part of our digestion to this new invention. Did this make our stomachs less human?

With technology taking care of the basic tasks of our brain and body, it allows us to achieve things we couldn’t previously dream possible.

It allows us to learn and explore and to create past the current comfort zone. It allows us to find the happiness, freedom, and well-being we deserve.

Over time, our emerging high-usage products will likely generate significant new revenue streams for Google as well as for our partners, just as search does today.

This is it. This is why Larry Page has re-oriented Google into Alphabet.

Don’t waste your most productive energies solving a problem that now only has incremental improvements.

Re-focus the best energies on solving harder and harder problems.

Always keeping the value of “how can I help a billion people” will keep Google from becoming a Borders bookstore (which went out of business after outsourcing all of their sales to Amazon).

How does this apply to the personal?

Instead of being a cog in the machine for some corporation, come up with ways to automate greater abundance.

Always understand that coming up with multiple ways to help people is ultimately the way to create the biggest impact.

Impact then creates health, friendship, competence, abundance, and freedom.

But this is also why he created Alphabet and put Google underneath it.

To save the world. To save me.

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"As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones. A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me. A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea. Enjoy. Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud *~*~* Part I *~*~* Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother. "Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips. Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?" Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you." "And what kinds of things might they be?" "You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?" "Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A." Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo." Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that? Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo. The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen. "You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child." "I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..." "I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen." "Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone." Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment. "It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special." "How so?" "You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo." Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis." "Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled. It was her very first bawoo. Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms. As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie. People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty. Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!" Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs. Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely. She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving. From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy. At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly. Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off. Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her. Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders. For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done. But they weren't done. Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly. "C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed." Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that. Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes. It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot. Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run. Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did. Bawoo. She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer. *~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~* Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin. They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense. Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes." "Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm." Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it. "Cat?" Richard finally guessed. Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say." Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'." Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again. Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast. The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy. "Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress. "Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head. "I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means." "Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed. Stupid "imu" puzzle. Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh." Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder. Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin. Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?" She had a point. Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point. Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach. By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee. Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats. Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip. Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half. Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit. He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee. "How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort. "Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them. This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly. "S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach." "That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now." They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company. Lizzie... and her fiancée. Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out. "I'm getting married." "Wah - huh?" His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married." "Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?" "Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip." "Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..." "You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach." "Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality." "C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge." It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?" "I haven't told her yet." "You called me before Mom?" "Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first." Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it. Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend. "C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?" He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice. Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first." But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast. Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better. They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late."

As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

12 Love

"Why do I love a girl who made it clear that she doesn't and even though another great girl love me but I don't have the same feelings for her and I still miss my ex everyday and each day, it's been 10 years, I tell people that I moved on but I didn't, why? This question was asked in Quora(Quora is social media app where people ask questions and get answers) to me by probably not an Indian Read the answer below"

Why do I love a girl who made it clear that she doesn't and even though another great girl love me but I don't have the same feelings for her and I still miss my ex everyday and each day, it's been 10 years, I tell people that I moved on but I didn't, why?
This question was asked in Quora(Quora is social media app where people ask questions and get answers) to me by probably not an Indian 
Read the answer below

Why do I love a girl who made it clear that she doesn't and even though another great girl love me but I don't have the same feelings for her and I still miss my ex everyday and each day, it's been 10 years, I tell people that I moved on but I didn't, why?
This question was asked in Quora(Quora is social media app where people ask questions and get answers) to me by probably not an Indian
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Well, you have some serious issues

You should be consulting with a very good psychologist or psychiatrist instead questioning here on Quora.

This is not a laughing matter, you have issues buddy, as you said it's been 10 years!!!!

I know plenty of men who has the same experience as you have so you are not the odd man but they would have moved on by now and even if they aren't attracted to this current girl, they would go out with different girl to give himself fair chance and also tell this current girl the truth lightly as it could break her heart as well

Question yourself (although you may have already done everything but you seem to me the kind of person who might not)-

Why do I love her?

Why do I only love her?

Why do I feel I can't survive without her?

Do I believe too much on this soul mate crap?

Have I seen too much rom com?

Am I a very unrealistic person?

Why doesn't she feel the same way about me?

What is wrong with me?

Am I ugly?

Am I an unemployed person?

Am I out of shape?

Don't I have any sex appeal?

Why am I not attracted to this current girl?

Is it because she is ugly?

Is it because she doesn't have any sex appeal?

Is it because she doesn't know how to be romantic?

Am I some kind of love sick obsessed dick?

Now let me explain your type of male brain (I don't know you personally so let me go all the way, you can choose yourself, which is possible for you)-

You believe too much on this soul mate bullshit, buddy, subconsciously or consciously

This is why you are programmed to obsessed over her even though she clearly stated otherwise.

You probably have some kind of wild fantasy with her and it is so strong in your brain (it relaxes you, it gives you extraordinary peace) that you can't help but think about her everyday as it never fullfiled, in reality you will be disappointed more likely even if you are with her

You believed this fantasy of yours is only possible with that girl, this current girl doesn't even belong in the same league

Or you have a very simple fantasy with her, as it could be nothing to with sex but everything else like cooking with her, sharing stuff with her, cleaning with her, going to places with her, laughing with her, the way she looks at you, it isn't possible with others

You believe she understands you better than any other person or you don't want anyone to understand you as you feel either it could be better than her and you might forget her and you don't want that or she will not measure up

Maybe she left you because she knows you well

Have you ever thought about that?

Now I am guessing that you are not too outrageously ugly otherwise another girl who could be very ugly as well wouldn't have any feelings for you as she also doesn't have much options it seems, anyone else would have moved on by now knowing your obsession about that girl but she still here and that tells me she doesn't have much have options and ugly and you are incredibly lucky idiot

Now you don't have to settle with a girl that you don't have any feelings

But have you checked yourself infront of mirror?

Are you some kind of Tom Cruise?

I am guessing that you are not

But no-one is but they don't have this kind of unhealthy obsession with one girl either

Do you feel that you have some other skills like to make her laugh or something??

Let's get one thing straight-

You are wrong in so many occasions-

There's no such thing as soulmate in real world that only exists in rom com, either you have an wonderful chemistry with a wonderful girl that you are lucky to find or you grew into that eventually after some point of time, now this is what happens in real life

Unless you are one of those picking up girls type and regularly sleep with girl, speaking from personal experience those men lie a lot, they don't pick up as much girls as much as we are told, they go most nights alone, I know from experience

These men constantly groomed themselves and learning new ways to pick up girls, are you doing any of these things??

Girls generally like men who are well behaved, have good hygiene, but they also know who is a pick up artist, have a good job, stable personality, so that they can have a future with them

Those girls who are just trying to have sex, they also don't go for desperate people, they could go for badasses to thrill themselves as it is one night stand but it is just sex for one night and they also knows how to make sure that it doesn't turn into anything more than that, and if you are thinking otherwise, let me tell you don't, it won't, people are more capable of handling their emotions than you might expect so they would seem more cold than you expect, is something like that happened with you involving that girl?

A reality check for you buddy, real life is nothing like romantic movie, even if you are with your so called soulmates, you are going to have problems, I mean ugly problems, you need to adjust to each other, and if you are not with your so called soul mate, it's not that bad either, you will have a lot of unexpected surprise, it could be something that is beyond your expectation, you might end up having better experience than your wildest imagination

And what is this obsession with one Girl?? She is a human being with two boobs and one vagina, other Girls also have that, how do you know that they are not good enough for you? How do you know about everything about everything? Are you some kind of all knowing God? You are treating one girl as some kind of superior angel over others and insulting rest of girl population in the process, this is not very rational thinking

I think real problem is with you not whether she loves you back but you like being in this obsession with her, you like this whole process which is why even 10 years have not changed anything for you

This is why I told you about consulting with a psychologist or psychiatrist in the first place

You might not be in love with that girl

You are in love with this obsession of yours

Yeah, don't get surprised

This could very well be the real truth

Buddy, nothing is impossible, you can get out of this unhealthy obsession and move on and be happy with your life

You just need to give yourself a proper chance

Whenever you feel you are missing her, do these-

Involve yourself with positive, constructive work

You could involve yourself with some organisations that helps the poor people, helping the needy can be great peaceful and heavenly feelings, nothing can beat that, you will start to see the world differently

Dance

Groom yourself constantly

Go to gym

Go to dates

Meet as much as girls as possible

Don't expect anything, in dating world rejection is normal, you are only going for experience and to keep yourself busy, don't talk about ex in dates, treat her well, just have fun nothing more, again don't expect anything, just have fun, anything is possible

You will get over her

She isn't some special girl but just another one

You are special as well

You deserve better

Good luck



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How would the new Joker movie be if it was done by Christopher Nolan in place of Todd Phillips?

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Very good question :D

Let's get into then.

I am becoming Christopher Nolan :D

New movie will be named- “JOKER : AFTER THE DARK KNIGHT”

BHAAAAANG!!

Two police took one man and kicked him into the cell.

He shouted with pain, “Ahhhh! Bastards!!!! I have rights too”

Suddenly, he heard a laughing noise from a nearby cell, “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

He said, “Who it is? STOP IT, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. STOP IT”

“Good doctor, I presume or should I say bad……. Scarecrow!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

Scarecrow: “You are Joker, aren't you?”

Joker: “We finally meet then. Ha, ha, ha, ha”

Scarecrow: “Do you know what has happened outside?”

Joker: “No. I don't care. Ha, ha, ha, ha”

Scarecrow: “Stop acting so insane all the time and listen Batman is dead”

Joker: “WHAT?!!!!!!????? CANNOT BE. ONLY I WILL KILL HIM”

Scarecrow: “Yeah, sorry to disappoint you, Buddy, but I was working for some very powerful people and they managed to inflict a far more damage to the city than you could ever possibly imagine and along with Batman”

Joker: “No, no, no, no, no”

Crying sounds was coming from other cell

Scarecrow: “Buddy, don't cry, I am sure we can find something…….”

Suddenly, sounds stopped

Absolute silence

And then, “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

Scarecrow: “STOP IT. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. STOP IT. GUARDS TAKE ME AWAY. I CAN TAKE IT ANYMORE. I WILL GO CRAZY”

Meanwhile in Gotham City-

In Wayne mansion-

Lucius Fox: “What did you say your name?”

Robin: “John Blake, I prefer to call myself, Robin”

Lucius Fox: “Do you know everything?”

Robin: “Yes. This is the message Bruce Wayne gave me”

Lucius Fox: “Oh! Are you sure that you want to do this specially after seeing the outcome Bruce Wayne had to endure. Look at him in the end loosing everything in the process even his life”

Robin: “ Batman can be anyone, it is a sign to protect the City so Bruce Wayne may have died but Batman didn't and neither did his legacy. It was Bruce's wish that I took the mantle so I have to respect that and crime isn't slowing down either in Gotham City”

Lucius Fox: “You need training though. If Bruce Wayne was alive then he would have trained you but since he isn't, I know someone who can”

Robin: “Who is it?”

Lucius Fox: “He is known as Richard Dragon. He is the best MMA fighter in this planet. He is a friend”

Robin: “Let's do it then what are we waiting for?”

Couple of days later-

Richard: “Did you ever fight professionally?”

Robin: “Nope. Just in the neighborhood. I grew up in the tough neighborhood”

Richard: “Are you interested in octagon? Because whatever I saw from you till now is very impressive. Believe me I don't ever say that. I have some old contact there”

Robin: “Thanks. But I am not interested”

Suddenly, there's some angry noise

Richard ran away towards the source

Robin followed him.

Two police captured one kid but the kid was fighting back and giving his everything.

Richard: “Wait! Guys, I know this kid. He trains under me. What happened?”

Police: “This is a very troubled kid. That jewelry storekeeper informed us that he was stealing from them”

Richard: “Okay, take it easy, guys, he is just a kid. Let me handle it”

Police: “Mr Richard, you are a good man, we are big fan of you so we are trusting your word on this kid but that kid is anything but trouble. This is not even his first time. We are letting him go because of you, Mr Richard. Watch out. I wouldn't trust that kid”

Richard: “Thanks, guys, I have got it from here”

Robin: “What's the story with him?

Richard: “Someone from mob killed his parents and left him to rot for himself. I found him and trying to teach the good stuff. But clearly it's not working. I wish if he could identify with someone. A role model”

Robin: “Let me try”

“So you are good at causing chaos, what are the things you good at?”

Boy: “Who are you?”

Robin: “My name is Dick Grayson and I understand what is going on with you. I know you are angry all the time and you have this rage inside you and it's trying to come out and trying to destroy everything”

Boy: “Really, you can tell. How?”

Robin: “I know what it's like to grow up in a rough neighborhood without any parents”

Boy: “Your parents were also killed?”

Robin: “Nope. I was never that lucky to begin with. I never knew my parents. What is your name by the way?”

Boy said with a smile, “Jason Todd. And who are you?”

Robin: “Dick Grayson is my current name. Don't tell anyone”

Jason said with a smile, “I won't”

In the meanwhile in Arkham Asylum-

Alarm bells are ringing.

Ring, ring……

“What happened?”

“Someone is killed by the Joker”

“And one guard's uniform is missing and along with Joker”

Commissioner Gordon came and investigated.

Suddenly, his mobile phone was ringing.

Commissioner Gordon annoyingly said, “Who is calling me now in this busy hour"

And he heard a laughing noise in other side

“Ha, ha, ha,………..”

Commissioner Gordon: “Joker”

Joker: “Commissioner Gordon. My favourite commissioner. Oh! I missed you so much. Ha, ha, ha”

Commissioner Gordon: “What do you want? We will catch you soon”

Joker: “I have no doubt about that. Ha, ha. Ha. I just want to know where is Batman?”

Commissioner Gordon: “I don't have time for this. Batman is dead”

Joker: “No. He isn't. Ha. Ha, ha. Ha”

Commissioner Gordon: “Stop this insanity Joker and give yourself up”

Joker: “Oh! My dear commissioner. Not so easily. Tell Batman that I am coming for him and you also as you didn't help me. Ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha”

Connection got disconnected

Commissioner Gordon said, “Did you find the link?”

Police: “Yes”

Commissioner Gordon: “Okay, Joker. We have got you now. No more asylum. This time I will make sure that you will never ever see the daylight again”

Police: “Commissioner. Commissioner”

Commissioner Gordon: “What is it?”

Police: “Commissioner, it's coming from your house”

Commissioner Gordon: “WHAT? Oh! No! My daughter. Barbara”

When he reached his house.

He saw a card of Joker with a lot of ‘Ha, ha, ha' written on it. And Barbara was missing.

He heard a laughing noise and he ran towards the sound and found his wife's face was damaged but she was laughing constantly.

Commissioner Gordon said with tremendous shock, “OH! MY DEAR! WHAT DID THAT MONSTER DO WITH YOU?”

Later in Gotham morgue-

“Sorry, commissioner but we didn't have any drug for her. She was dead even before we tried to do something. I am very sorry”

Commissioner Gordon: “No. You did your job. This is my fault. I should have been more careful since Batman is gone. I can't even imagine what Joker is doing with her. Oh! My God! I can't think”

“Again I am very sorry. But commissioner, we analysed the drug we found from your wife's blood. It's some kind of gas mixed with scarecrow's fear gas”

Commissioner Gordon: “Scarecrow. I should have known”

Commissioner Gordon was beating the hell out of Scarecrow and asked, “Where is Joker? What he will do with Barbara. Tell me or I will kill you”

Scarecrow said with tremendous pain, “Believe me I don't know anything. He was making me crazy. I asked him to stop. He said that he wanted to know my fear gas formula. I told him. That's what I know. Believe me that's the only thing I know. I am scared of Joker too. I don't want to be anywhere near to him. Believe me I don't know anything beyond this”

Suddenly a police officer came and said, “Commissioner, there's some message from Joker”

He turned on the TV and it seemed Joker hijacked one major Gotham news station and killing people for fun and laughing and saying, “Batman, batty, batty, batty, my favourite knight, come out and play. We all know that you aren't dead. Batty, batty, batty, come out and play or I will kill one by one” in saying this he shot down the news anchor and presenter and was laughing laudly, “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Everyone let's go immediately, with our full force let's gherao the whole building”

Robin saw everything

Lucius Fox said, “You aren't properly trained yet for this”

Robin: “Look what Joker is doing. Batman should have killed him in the first time”

Lucius Fox: “Remember, Batman didn't want to do that because that's exactly what Joker wanted”

Robin: “And look at him now”

When Robin entered the newsroom, he saw everyone was laughing laudly and every one of their face was damaged.

Suddenly, he was gassed from the behind by Joker and said, “Hmmm, another Batman wannabe. Ha. Ha, ha, ha”

Robin jumped on Joker and kicked his mouth and two of his teeth were broken. Blood was coming out from Joker's mouths but still he was laughing and saying, “Ha. Ha, ha, ha. Face mask good one. Ha, ha but I was expecting Batman not batboy. Ha, ha” in saying this he brought out a detonator and said, “Good bye. Batboy. Ha, ha”

Robin jumped out of the window and the whole room was destroyed by the explosion.

Robin was injured from the blast. He was walking slowly through the Gotham slum and then tried to contact Lucius Fox but became senseless.

Just before he lost his conscience. He saw someone was coming towards him.

When he woke up. He saw Jason was sitting worried.

Robin said, “How did you find me?”

Jason said, “I live here. I was trying to steal something in night. But instead I found you. Your Mask is damaged, Robin or should I say Dick Grayson. Don't worry I won't tell anyone”

Robin: “Give me that mask”

Jason said, “But I won't tell anyone”

Robin: “I know I just have to contact someone. There's a microphone”

Jason: “Wow! Such a cool tech! Very Batman like. Wait! ARE YOU WORKING WITH BATMAN? DO YOU KNOW BATMAN? IS HE ALIVE?”

Robin: “Hold on kid. No. I am not working with him. Batman is dead”

A few minutes later, Lucius Fox came and picked up Robin into the car and said, “I told you so”

And then looking at the kid, he asked, “Who is this kid? Wait, did he know about your secret? Wow! You managed to screw up so many angles. I don't know what Bruce saw in you”

Robin: “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I know him. His name is Jason Todd”

Fox: “Can we trust him?”

Looking at the face of Jason Todd, Robin said, “Yes. Not only we can trust him, he is coming with us”

Fox: “Great!”

In Wayne mansion-

Jason: “Wait! Bruce Wayne is Batman. I can't believe it. Impossible”

Fox: “I am already not feeling good about this”

Robin: “Look I understand his situation. That kid is at the brink of his life. A little push and he could go dark. He needs to channel his anger correctly and I am going to help him on that”

Fox: “So now what? He is too going with you to fight crime. Wonderful. Now I have to deal with two amateurs”

Robin: “Well. Not right away but after a lot of training definitely. As you said before that we need more training and better suits and Batman's gadget. It was a mistake going against Joker like that and since he added some stuff on his own. Why not we do the same?”

Jason: “Hooray. We are Superheroes”

Fox: “I am already regretting this”

When Commissioner Gordon entered his house, he was struck from behind and he woke up, he found himself in a dark room with Joker.

Commissioner Gordon said with tremendous anger, “Where is Barbara? What did you do with her? You monster, you didn't kill her, did you?”

Joker: “Relax commissioner, she is alright, just tell me where is Batman and I will let her go”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Didn't you hear, Batman is dead. Okay. He died saving this city from a nuclear bomb”

Joker: “Ha. Ha, ha. Ha, ha. Now that's the official story but did they find any of his body parts?”

Commissioner Gordon: “You Stupid, crazy idiot, we are talking about Atom bomb here. There won't be any body parts. Batman is dead”

Joker: “Ha, ha. Ha. I know very well our cape Crusader friend. Batman don't do anything without any plan. So where is he hiding?”

Commissioner Gordon: “I don't know. Please, believe me. Please. Torture me all you want but please let my daughter go. Please. Joker if you have any humanity left, please let her go. Please”

Joker: “Oh! You think I am such monster. You hurt me commissioner. See I am exactly what society wants me to be. Do you think you and I are so different? Since it seems like Batman is really dead then let me rather concentrate on you. Let me show you that anyone can be like me if situation pushed him. Welcome to your new life commissioner Gordon. Enjoy the view from 360° angle. Ha, ha, ha, ha”

Commissioner Gordon shouted with tremendous shock and anger and pain, “What did you do with my Barbara? You monster. I will kill you if I ever get out of here”

THERE WAS EVERYWHERE NUDE TORTURING VIDEOS OF BARBARA GORDON

Joker: “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

In Paris-

Bruce Wayne got a letter

Selena Kyle said, “Bruce someone sent a letter from Gotham. Who knows that you exist?”

Bruce Wayne got up quickly and read the letter, “Hey, batty, how long are you going to hide behind in France? You took early retirement. But Gotham didn't. Guess what your honest commissioner friend did? He told me about your whereabouts? Ha. Ha, ha. Looks like commissioner Gordon has lost his mind as well. As they say bad apple corrupt other apples. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Can't wait to meet you. Ha, ha, ha, ha”

Bruce Wayne said, “We can't stay here anymore. Taking retirement was the biggest mistake I made. Now everything is chaos in Gotham because of me. Batman can't take retirement”

Selena Kyle said, “Don't say such thing. You needed it more than anything”

Bruce Wayne: “Now the break is over and I won't make that same mistake again”

Selena Kyle said, “I understand, I am going to help you, Bruce”

And they were preparing to kiss

Suddenly, the house was rained with bullet and they heard a familiar voice, “Ha, ha. Ha, ha”

Bruce and Selena escaped from the underground tunnels from that old European castle”

When Bruce got up to a safe place, he realised that Selena was shot.

Bruce said, “Oh! No. Don't leave me. Selena. I need you”

Selena said, “Don't worry about it, Bruce, I am only holding you back, I made the Batman weak. Bullet has hit my kidney. I have no chance to survive now. I am releasing you from this, Bruce. Gotham needs you. Gotham needs his Batman more than it's Bruce Wayne”

Joker said with anger and disappointment, “He again managed to survive. But Bruce Wayne is Batman which means only one place he can go Wayne mansion”

In the Wayne mansion-

All the alarm bells were ringing

Fox, Dick and Jason saw Joker was laughing looking at the CCTV cameras before he destroyed each of them.

Jason said, “Now is the time to set the things straight. I will punish this psychopathic Maniac.”

Dick said, “No, we won't do any such thing. Remember last time we went without any plan. First of all, this is not Joker's style which means he is really desperate now. Let him make a mistake and we are going to capture him”

In the meantime-

Joker: “Brucy, Brucy, Brucy, look what you did, you not only left yourself vulnerable but you lost your advantage as well. I know now who are you? Ha, ha, ha, ha”

Dick turned off the electricity of the building

Joker was roaming around aimlessly and laughing and talking his usual shit.

Suddenly, Dick turned on the headlights of the building which blindsided Joker and Dick knocked him out one punch.

When Joker woke up he saw himself in some cell.

Dick Grayson came and said, “Your game is up. I heard what you did with Commissioner Gordon. He is in Arkham Asylum going through some heavy treatment and is daughter is currently in ICU because of your inhuman torture. We are sending you to California. You are going to have capital punishment since Gotham doesn't have death penalty. I am going to be your guard. Believe me you have no chance of escape”

Joker didn't say anything just clapped

Dick Grayson said with a lot of sarcasm, “Yeah, clap now. But you won't be doing that for very long”

Dick Grayson came to Jason and told him, “Don't go close to the cell, he is master manipulator, don't give him any opportunities, I am going to see how Commissioner Gordon and his daughter are doing. I will be back very soon. I am trusting you with these. Don't let me down”

But Jason being Jason, he does not listen anyone and he never did anyway. So he was very curious about Joker so he went to the cell to check him out.

He said to Joker, “So you are the joker, huh! You don't look scary to me. I never feared any clown infact I kicked their asses”

Joker said, “Didn't your babysitter ask you not to come to me?”

Jason said, “He isn't my babysitter. I am not scared of you”.

Joker said, “Good for you. Kid. I like you. I like your courage”

Jason said, “He also told me that you are a master manipulator and that you will try to manipulate me”

Joker said, “He said that, didn't he? Look I am not going to do any such thing with you. I am not going to laugh either. Do you know what is the difference between you hero type and us villain type. Nothing much. We are the same. Except we keep you from becoming us as you can then channel your aggression fighting against us. So see we are helping you becoming sane. So kid let me give you one last lecture before they took me away forever. Why are you staying here? Why can't you live like a normal people. Do you know why because you are already damaged from the very beginning just like us. If you try to lead a normal life. You will end up becoming me. Let's take an example of Bruce Wayne the Batman. Why did he need to become Batman? He could have lead a very normal life like just another rich guy but no, he had to become this Batman because otherwise he would have become me. That's also the reason even after so many crimes Batman didn't want to kill me because he feared then he will become me. So what does that tell you about your hero type?”

Jason: “Yeah, you are not trying to manipulate me. Listen clown, I grew up in a terrible rough neighborhood. I am not some snowflake that you will manipulate and I am going to be one. I am not Batman and I don't think I will ever become one either. I would have killed you in the first place if I was in Batman's place. I had no problem with sleeping after that as well. People like you don't deserve to be alive and there is nothing complicated about this.”

Joker: “You are right. I tried to manipulate you but it didn't work. I have to say that you are a very clever type. Probably even more than Batman”

Jason: “Yeah right. Now you are just boring me”

Dick came back and said to Joker, “Yeah, police is coming, you are getting very close to your death”

Joker: “Ha, ha, ha”

When Joker was going to the police van, he tried to get a gun from one last time from a fellow police officer but Dick Grayson floored him with one punch. Joker was suddenly laughing and said, “I am human bomb, I have one bomb inside my belly, and the detonator is my mouth under my tongue. If anyone of you try to touch me, I am going to bomb all of us”

Dick said, “He is bluffing”

Fox said, “Nope, he isn't. There's really a bomb under his belly. Look through this”

Dick said to Joker, “Are you really going to try that? Because I don't think you are capable of blowing yourself up. You are only capable of killing others”

Joker said with a smile, “Question is- are you going to take a chance on that or not? This is a long range bomb which means there's going to be a lot of civilian casualty, ha, ha, ha, ha”

Suddenly, Jason brought a gun and tried to shoot him and looking at that, Dick tried to stop him.

Joker bit one of the police's ear and jumped out of the van and was running away and suddenly a black van came out of nowhere. And said to Joker, “Came on, get on it. I have been sent by the Falcone family as you requested”

Joker got on it.

After a while, he realised that driver wasn't taking him to Falcone family.

Joker said, “Well played, Bruce Wayne or should I say Batman?”

Bruce took the mask off and said, “Finally we meet face to face. You wanted me and now I am here. What do you want to do now?

Joker said, “I just wanted to do this” in saying he turned on the detonator and the van was exploded.

Joker's body was destroyed completely and before he died for the final time, he realised that was just a hologram of Bruce Wayne not real

Joker died in trying to smile

Fox said to Bruce, “Why did you do this?”

Bruce Wayne said, “Because he wanted this. I just gave what he wanted. I didn't get him earlier when I figured him later, I realised what I needed to do. That's when I decided use my hologram with a remote control car. I knew Jason could not help himself. Whatever I saw of him, I can tell that he is probably more damaged than me. I need to handle him very carefully. It's not going to be easy to decipher him from Joker's manipulation”

Dick Grayson heard everything and said, “You knew about all of this. You came here before Joker????!!! Yet you didn't do anything. I am sorry, I don't understand that”

Bruce Wayne said, “You don't have to be. It's very messed up shit. Not everyone has to go through that”

Dick Grayson said, “You probably right, but since I don't understand your method, I no longer have to work with you. I am getting the hell out of here”

Bruce Wayne said, “Are you sure about that because you have lots to learn yet?”

Dick Grayson said, “Yeah, I am sure. Jason, will you come with me?”

Jason couldn't say anything

Dick Grayson said, “You don't have to say anything, I understood” in saying this he left

One month later-

Commissioner Gordon was released from Arkham Asylum.

Batman met him and said, “Friend, you did everything for me. Now let me do something for your daughter”.

Commissioner Gordon said, “Can you help her, Batman, she is completely damaged and broken, I don't think she will ever be able to function in normal society”

Batman said, “Now, let me handle that. Normal conventional medical treatment won't work with her. I know certain things that could be very helpful to her but it's going to be hard and it will take some time but I believe I can help her make again a strong independent confident Woman. But she has to stay with us with your permission of course”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Please help her Batman, please help her. Do whatever you need to do but please make her full again”

Batman said, “I promise that she will again be normal but she has to use her dark side properly. I believe I can help her with that”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Thank you so much Batman”

THE END

End not really?

This is the beginning of Batgirl, Nightwing and Red hood.

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The best thing you can learn from Inception of 'Alphabet' by Larry Page

This is something best I've read in long time, so just wants to keep this piece in my collection.
Written by: James Altucher
========================I visited Google a few weeks ago and, after almost getting arrested, my mind was blown.
First, Claudia wandered into the garage where they were actually making or fixing the driverless cars. When they finally realized she was wandering around, security had to escort her out.

We got scared and we thought we were going to get in trouble or thrown out.

Then we met with a friend high up at Google and learned some of the things Google was working on.

Nothing was related to search. Everything was related to curing cancer (a bracelet that can make all the cancer cells in your body move towards the bracelet), automating everything (cars just one of those things), Wi-Fi everywhere (Project Loon) and solving other “billion person problems”.

A problem wasn’t considered worthy unless it could solve a problem for a billion people.

So now Alphabet is aligning itself towards this strategy: a holding company that owns and invests in other companies that can solve billion person problems.

It’s not divided up by money. It’s divided up by mission.

I want to do this in my personal life also.

Just analyzing Larry Page’s quotes from the past ten years is a guidebook for “billion person success” and for personal success.

Here Are Some Of His Quotes:
"If you’re changing the world, you’re working on important things. You’re excited to get up in the morning."

To have well-being in life you need three things:
A) a feeling of competence or growth.
B) good emotional relationships.
C) freedom of choice.

Being able to wake up excited in the morning is an outcome of well-being.

Feeling like every day you are working on a billion-person problem will give you those three aspects of well-being.

At the very least, when I wake up I try to remember to ask: Who can I help today?

Because I’m a superhero and this is my secret identity.

"Especially in technology, we need revolutionary change, not incremental change."

Too often we get stuck in “good enough”. If you build a business that supports your family and maybe provides for retirement then that is “good enough”.If you write a book that sells 1000 copies then that is “good enough.”You ever wonder why planes have gotten slower since 1965? The Dreamliner 787 is actually slower than the 747. That’s ok. It’s good enough to get people across the world and save on fuel costs.It’s only the people who push past the “good enough syndrome” that we hear about: Elon Musk building a space ship. Larry Page indexing all knowledge. Elizabeth Holmes potentially diagnosing all diseases with a pin prick.

Isaac Asimov wrote classic science fiction like “The Foundation Series” but it wasn’t good enough for him. He ended up writing 500 more books, writing more books than anyone in history.

Larry Page keeps pushing so that every day he wakes up knowing he’s going to go past “good enough” that day.

What does your “good enough” day look like. What’s one thing that moves you past that?

"My job as a leader is to make sure everybody in the company has great opportunities, and that they feel they’re having a meaningful impact and are contributing to the good of society."

Whenever I’ve managed companies and have had the small opportunity to be a leader I’ve judged my success on only one thing:

Does the employee at night go home and call his or her parents and say, “guess what I did today!”

I’m not sure this always worked. But I do think Larry Page lifts all his employees to try to be better versions of themselves, to try to surpass him, to try and change the world.

If each employee can say, “who did I help today” and have an answer, then that is a good leader.

Empowering others, empowers you.

"Lots of companies don’t succeed over time. What do they fundamentally do wrong? They usually miss the future."

The stock market is near all time highs. And yet every company in the original Dow Jones market index (except for GE) has gone out of business.

Even US Steel, which built every building in the country for an entire century, has gone bankrupt.

Never let the practical get in the way of the possible.

It’s practical to focus on what you can do right now.

But give yourself time in your life to wonder what is possible and to make even the slightest moves in that direction.

We’re at maybe 1% of what is possible. Despite the faster change, we’re still moving slow relative to the opportunities we have. I think a lot of that is because of the negativity… Every story I read is Google vs someone else. That’s boring. We should be focusing on building the things that don’t exist.

Sometimes I want to give up on whatever I’m working on. I’m not working on major billion person problems.

And sometimes I think I write too much about the same thing. Every day I try to think, “What new thing can I write today” and I actually get depressed when I can’t think of something totally new.

But I am working on things that I think can help people. And if you are out side of people’s comfort zones, if you are breaking the normal rules of society, people will try to pull you down.

Larry Page didn’t want to be defined by Google for his entire life. He wants to be defined by what he hasn’t yet done. What he might even be afraid to do.

I wonder what my life would be like if I started doing all the things I was afraid to do. If I started defining my life by all the things I have yet to do.

"Many leaders of big organizations, I think, don’t believe that change is possible. But if you look at history, things do change, and if your business is static, you’re likely to have issues."

Guess which company had the original patent that ultimately Larry Page derived his own patent (that created google) from?

Go ahead. Think a second. Guess.

An employee of this company created the patent and tried to get them to use it to catalog information on the web.

They refused.

So Robin Li, an employee of The Wall Street Journal, quit the newspaper of capitalism (who owned his patent), moved to China (a communist country), and created Baidu.

And Larry Page modified the patent, filed his own, and created Google.

And the Wall Street Journal got swallowed up by Rupert Murdoch and is dying a slow death.

"I think as technologists we should have some safe places where we can try out new things and figure out the effect on society."

A friend of mine is writing a novel but is afraid to publish it. “Maybe it will be bad,” he told me.

Fortunately we live in a world where experimentation is easy. You can make a 30 page novel, publish it on Amazon for nothing, use an assumed name, and test to see if people like it.

Heck, I’ve done it. And it was fun.

Mac Lethal is a rapper who has gotten over 200 million views on his YouTube videos. Even Ellen had him on her show to demonstrate his skills.

I asked him, “do you get nervous if one of your videos gets less views than others?”

He told me valuable advice: “Nobody remembers your bad stuff. They only remember your good stuff.”

I live by that.

"If we were motivated by money, we would have sold the company a long time ago and ended up on a beach."

Larry Page and Sergey Brin wanted to be academics. When they first patented Google, they tried to sell to Yahoo for $1 million (ONE MILLION DOLLARS).

When Yahoo laughed them out the door, they tried to sell to Excite for $750,000.

Excite laughed them out the door. Now an ex-employee of Google is the CEO of Yahoo. And the founder of Excite works at Google. Google dominates.

Money is a side effect of trying to help others. Trying to solve problems. Trying to move beyond the “good enough”.

So many people ask: “how do I get traffic?” That’s the wrong question.

If you ask every day, “How did I help people today?” then you will have more traffic and money than you could have imagined.

"Invention is not enough. Tesla invented the electric power we use, but he struggled to get it out to people. You have to combine both things: invention and innovation focus, plus the company that can commercialize things and get them to people."

Everyone quotes the iconic story of Thomas Edison “failing” 10,000 times to get the electric lightbulb working.

I put failing in quotes because he was doing what any scientist does. He does many experiments until one works.

But what he did that was truly remarkable was convince New York City a few weeks later to light up their downtown using his lights.

The first time ever a city was lit up at night with electricity.

That’s innovation. That’s how the entire world got lit up.

"If you say you want to automate cars and save people’s lives, the skills you need for that aren’t taught in any particular discipline. I know – I was interested in working on automating cars when I was a Ph.D. student in 1995."

Too often we get labeled by our degree and our job titles. Larry Page and Elon Musk were computer science majors. Now they build cars and space ships.

David Chang was a competitive golfer as a kid, majored in religious studies in college, and then had random gopher jobs in his 20s.

The gopher jobs all happened to be in restaurants so he became familiar with how the business was run.

Then he started probably the most popular restaurant in NYC, momofoku. A dozen or so restaurants later, he is one of the most successful restauranteurs in history.

Peter Thiel worked as a lawyer in one of the top law firms in NY. When he quit in order to become an entrepreneur, he told me that many of his colleagues came up to him and said, “I can’t believe you are escaping”.

Escaping the labels and titles and hopes that everyone else has for us is one of the first steps in Choosing Ourselves for the success we are meant to have.

We define our lives from our imagination and the things we create with our hands.

"It really matters whether people are working on generating clean energy or improving transportation or making the Internet work better and all those things. And small groups of people can have a really huge impact."

What I love about this quote is that he combines big problems with small groups.

A small group of people created Google. Not Procter & Gamble. Or AT&T.

Even at Apple, when Steve Jobs wanted to create the Macintosh, he moved his small group to a separate building so they wouldn’t get bogged down in the big corporate bureaucracy that Apple was becoming.

Ultimately, they fired him for being too far from the corporate message.

Years later, when Apple was failing, they brought him back. What did he do? He cut most of the products and put people into small groups to solve big problems.

Before his death he revolutionized the movie industry, the computer industry, the music industry, TVs, and now even watches (watch sales have plummeted after the release of the Apple Watch).

All of this from a guy who finished one semester of studying calligraphy in college before dropping out.

Studying the history of Apple is like studying a microcosm of the history of how to create big ideas. Larry Page is recreating this with his new corporate structure.

We don’t have as many managers as we should, but we would rather have too few than too many.

The 20th century was the century of middle-class corporatism. It even became a “law” called “The Peter Principle” – everyone rises to their level of incompetence.

One of the problems society is having now is that the entire middle layer of management is being demoted, outsourced, replaced by technology, and fired.

This is not a bad or a good thing (although it’s scary). But it’s a return to the role of masters and apprentices without bureaucracy and paperwork in the middle.

It’s how things get done. When ideas go from the head into action with few barriers in the middle.

To be a successful employee, you have to align your interests with those of the company, come up with ideas that further help the customers, and have the mandate to act on those ideas, whether they work or not.

That’s why the employee who wrote much of the code inside the Google search engine, Craig Silverstein, is now a billionaire.

Where is he now? He’s an employee at online education company, The Khan Academy.

If you ask an economist what’s driven economic growth, it’s been major advances in things that mattered – the mechanization of farming, mass manufacturing, things like that. The problem is, our society is not organized around doing that.

Google is now making advances in driverless cars, delivery drones, and other methods of automation.

Everyone gets worried that this will cost jobs. But just look at history. Cars didn’t ruin the horse industry. Everyone simply adjusted.

TV didn’t replace books. Everything adjusted. The VCR didn’t shut down movies.

The Internet didn’t replace face to face communication (well, the jury is still out).

"What is the one sentence summary of how you change the world? Always work hard on something uncomfortably exciting!"

Not everyone wants to create a driverless car. Or clean energy. Or solve a billion person problem.

But I have a list of things that are uncomfortably exciting to me.

They are small, stupid things. Like I’d like to write a novel. Or perform standup comedy. Or maybe start another business based on my ideas for helping people.

Every day I wake up a tiny bit afraid. But I also try to push myself a little closer in those directions. I know then that’s how I learn and grow.

Sometimes I push forward. Sometimes I don’t. I want to get more comfortable with being uncomfortable.

I do think there is an important artistic component in what we do. As a technology company I’ve tried to really stress that.

Nobody knows what the definition of Art is.

How about: something that doesn’t exist except in the imagination, that you then bring out into the real world that has some mix of entertainment, enlightenment, and betterment.

I don’t know. Something like that.

Certainly the iPad is a work of art. And the iPad has created works of art. And when I first saw a driverless car I thought, “that’s beautiful”.

I’m going to try and put my fingerprint on something today. And maybe it will be art.

The idea that everyone should slavishly work so they do something inefficiently so they keep their job – that just doesn’t make any sense to me. That can’t be the right answer.

We’ve been hypnotized into thinking that the “normal life” is a “working life”.

If you don’t “go to work” then you must be sick or on the tiny bit of vacation allotted to you each year.

What if everything you did you can inject a little bit of leisure, a little bit of fun into it.

I have fun writing, except when I think I have to meet a deadline (work). I have fun making a business that people actually use except when I think about money too much (work).

When you are at the crossroads and your heart loves one path and doesn’t love the other, forget about which path has the money and the work, take the path you love.

We want to build technology that everybody loves using, and that affects everyone. We want to create beautiful, intuitive services and technologies that are so incredibly useful that people use them twice a day. Like they use a toothbrush. There aren’t that many things people use twice a day.

What a great idea for a list of the day!

What are ten things that can be invented that people would use twice a day?

You need to invent things and you need to get them to people. You need to commercialize those inventions. Obviously, the best way we’ve come up with doing that is through companies.

I was speaking to Naveen Jain, who made his billions on an early search engine, InfoSpace.

He just started a company to mine rare earth minerals on the Moon.

But his real goal is extra-planetary colonization.

Somehow we got around to the question of why have a company in the middle of that. He has billions. He can just go straight for the colonization part.

He said, “Every idea has to be sustainable. Profitability is proof that an idea is sustainable.”

You may think using Google’s great, but I still think it’s terrible.

K. Anders Ericsson made famous the “10,000 hour rule” popularized later by Malcom Gladwell.

The rule is: if you practice WITH INTENT for 10,000 hours then you will be world-class.

He then wondered why typists would often reach a certain speed level and then never improve no matter how many hours.

After doing research, its because they forgot the “With intent” part. They were satisfied with “good enough”.

You have to constantly come up with new metrics to measure yourself, to compete against yourself, to better the last plateau you reached.

Google is great. But it can be better. Having this mindset always forces you to push beyond the comfort zone.

Once they changed the way typists viewed their skills (by recreating the feeling of “beginner’s mind”) the typists continued to get faster.

We have a mantra: don’t be evil, which is to do the best things we know how for our users, for our customers, for everyone. So I think if we were known for that, it would be a wonderful thing.

Many people argue whether or not Google has succeeded at this. That’s not the point.

The point is: Values before Money.

A business is a group of people with a goal to solve a problem. Values might be: we want to solve a problem, we want the customer to be happy, we want employees to feel like they have upward mobility, etc.

Once you lose your values, you’ll lost the money as well. This why family-run businesses often die by the third generation (“Shirt sleeves to shirt sleeves in three generations).

The values of the founder got diluted through his descendants until the company failed.

I think it is often easier to make progress on mega-ambitious dreams. Since no one else is crazy enough to do it, you have little competition. In fact, there are so few people this crazy that I feel like I know them all by first name.

Our parents have our best interests at heart and tell us how to be good adults.

Our schools have our best interests.

Our friends, colleagues, sometimes our bosses, sometimes government, think they have our best interests.

But it’s only when everyone thinks you are crazy that you know you are going to create something that surprises everyone and really makes your own unique handprint on the world.

And because you went out of the comfort zone, you’re only competing against the few other people as crazy as you are.

You know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night with a vivid dream? And you know that if you don’t have a pencil and pad by the bed, it will be completely gone by the next morning. Sometimes it’s important to wake up and stop dreaming. When a really great dream shows up, grab it.

For every article I’ve ever written, there’s at least ten more I left behind in the middle of the night thinking I would remember in the morning.

I have to beat myself in the head. I . Will. Not. Remember….Must. Write. Down.

It’s hard to wake up. And that’s the only thing worth remembering. It’s hard to wake up.

I have always believed that technology should do the hard work – discovery, organization, communication – so users can do what makes them happiest: living and loving, not messing with annoying computers! That means making our products work together seamlessly.

This is a deep question – who are you? If you have a mechanical hand, is that “you”?

Conversely, if you lose a hand, did you lose a part of you. Are you no longer a complete person? The complete you?

If an implant is put into your brain to access Google, does that effect who you view your self to be?

When books were invented, memory suffered. We no longer had to remember as much, because we can look things up.

Does that make our brains less human?

I bet memory has suffered with the rise of Google. Does this mean our consciousness has suffered?

When we created fire, we outsourced part of our digestion to this new invention. Did this make our stomachs less human?

With technology taking care of the basic tasks of our brain and body, it allows us to achieve things we couldn’t previously dream possible.

It allows us to learn and explore and to create past the current comfort zone. It allows us to find the happiness, freedom, and well-being we deserve.

Over time, our emerging high-usage products will likely generate significant new revenue streams for Google as well as for our partners, just as search does today.

This is it. This is why Larry Page has re-oriented Google into Alphabet.

Don’t waste your most productive energies solving a problem that now only has incremental improvements.

Re-focus the best energies on solving harder and harder problems.

Always keeping the value of “how can I help a billion people” will keep Google from becoming a Borders bookstore (which went out of business after outsourcing all of their sales to Amazon).

How does this apply to the personal?

Instead of being a cog in the machine for some corporation, come up with ways to automate greater abundance.

Always understand that coming up with multiple ways to help people is ultimately the way to create the biggest impact.

Impact then creates health, friendship, competence, abundance, and freedom.

But this is also why he created Alphabet and put Google underneath it.

To save the world. To save me.

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Original article appeared here:
http://inc42.com/buzz/20-things-ive-learned-from-l..

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"As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones. A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me. A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea. Enjoy. Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud *~*~* Part I *~*~* Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother. "Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips. Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?" Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you." "And what kinds of things might they be?" "You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?" "Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A." Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo." Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that? Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo. The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen. "You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child." "I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..." "I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen." "Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone." Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment. "It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special." "How so?" "You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo." Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis." "Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled. It was her very first bawoo. Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms. As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie. People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty. Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!" Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs. Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely. She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving. From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy. At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly. Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off. Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her. Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders. For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done. But they weren't done. Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly. "C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed." Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that. Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes. It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot. Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run. Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did. Bawoo. She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer. *~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~* Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin. They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense. Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes." "Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm." Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it. "Cat?" Richard finally guessed. Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say." Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'." Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again. Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast. The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy. "Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress. "Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head. "I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means." "Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed. Stupid "imu" puzzle. Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh." Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder. Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin. Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?" She had a point. Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point. Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach. By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee. Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats. Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip. Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half. Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit. He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee. "How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort. "Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them. This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly. "S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach." "That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now." They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company. Lizzie... and her fiancée. Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out. "I'm getting married." "Wah - huh?" His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married." "Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?" "Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip." "Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..." "You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach." "Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality." "C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge." It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?" "I haven't told her yet." "You called me before Mom?" "Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first." Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it. Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend. "C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?" He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice. Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first." But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast. Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better. They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late."

As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

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"Why do I love a girl who made it clear that she doesn't and even though another great girl love me but I don't have the same feelings for her and I still miss my ex everyday and each day, it's been 10 years, I tell people that I moved on but I didn't, why? This question was asked in Quora(Quora is social media app where people ask questions and get answers) to me by probably not an Indian Read the answer below"

Why do I love a girl who made it clear that she doesn't and even though another great girl love me but I don't have the same feelings for her and I still miss my ex everyday and each day, it's been 10 years, I tell people that I moved on but I didn't, why?
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Why do I love a girl who made it clear that she doesn't and even though another great girl love me but I don't have the same feelings for her and I still miss my ex everyday and each day, it's been 10 years, I tell people that I moved on but I didn't, why?
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Well, you have some serious issues

You should be consulting with a very good psychologist or psychiatrist instead questioning here on Quora.

This is not a laughing matter, you have issues buddy, as you said it's been 10 years!!!!

I know plenty of men who has the same experience as you have so you are not the odd man but they would have moved on by now and even if they aren't attracted to this current girl, they would go out with different girl to give himself fair chance and also tell this current girl the truth lightly as it could break her heart as well

Question yourself (although you may have already done everything but you seem to me the kind of person who might not)-

Why do I love her?

Why do I only love her?

Why do I feel I can't survive without her?

Do I believe too much on this soul mate crap?

Have I seen too much rom com?

Am I a very unrealistic person?

Why doesn't she feel the same way about me?

What is wrong with me?

Am I ugly?

Am I an unemployed person?

Am I out of shape?

Don't I have any sex appeal?

Why am I not attracted to this current girl?

Is it because she is ugly?

Is it because she doesn't have any sex appeal?

Is it because she doesn't know how to be romantic?

Am I some kind of love sick obsessed dick?

Now let me explain your type of male brain (I don't know you personally so let me go all the way, you can choose yourself, which is possible for you)-

You believe too much on this soul mate bullshit, buddy, subconsciously or consciously

This is why you are programmed to obsessed over her even though she clearly stated otherwise.

You probably have some kind of wild fantasy with her and it is so strong in your brain (it relaxes you, it gives you extraordinary peace) that you can't help but think about her everyday as it never fullfiled, in reality you will be disappointed more likely even if you are with her

You believed this fantasy of yours is only possible with that girl, this current girl doesn't even belong in the same league

Or you have a very simple fantasy with her, as it could be nothing to with sex but everything else like cooking with her, sharing stuff with her, cleaning with her, going to places with her, laughing with her, the way she looks at you, it isn't possible with others

You believe she understands you better than any other person or you don't want anyone to understand you as you feel either it could be better than her and you might forget her and you don't want that or she will not measure up

Maybe she left you because she knows you well

Have you ever thought about that?

Now I am guessing that you are not too outrageously ugly otherwise another girl who could be very ugly as well wouldn't have any feelings for you as she also doesn't have much options it seems, anyone else would have moved on by now knowing your obsession about that girl but she still here and that tells me she doesn't have much have options and ugly and you are incredibly lucky idiot

Now you don't have to settle with a girl that you don't have any feelings

But have you checked yourself infront of mirror?

Are you some kind of Tom Cruise?

I am guessing that you are not

But no-one is but they don't have this kind of unhealthy obsession with one girl either

Do you feel that you have some other skills like to make her laugh or something??

Let's get one thing straight-

You are wrong in so many occasions-

There's no such thing as soulmate in real world that only exists in rom com, either you have an wonderful chemistry with a wonderful girl that you are lucky to find or you grew into that eventually after some point of time, now this is what happens in real life

Unless you are one of those picking up girls type and regularly sleep with girl, speaking from personal experience those men lie a lot, they don't pick up as much girls as much as we are told, they go most nights alone, I know from experience

These men constantly groomed themselves and learning new ways to pick up girls, are you doing any of these things??

Girls generally like men who are well behaved, have good hygiene, but they also know who is a pick up artist, have a good job, stable personality, so that they can have a future with them

Those girls who are just trying to have sex, they also don't go for desperate people, they could go for badasses to thrill themselves as it is one night stand but it is just sex for one night and they also knows how to make sure that it doesn't turn into anything more than that, and if you are thinking otherwise, let me tell you don't, it won't, people are more capable of handling their emotions than you might expect so they would seem more cold than you expect, is something like that happened with you involving that girl?

A reality check for you buddy, real life is nothing like romantic movie, even if you are with your so called soulmates, you are going to have problems, I mean ugly problems, you need to adjust to each other, and if you are not with your so called soul mate, it's not that bad either, you will have a lot of unexpected surprise, it could be something that is beyond your expectation, you might end up having better experience than your wildest imagination

And what is this obsession with one Girl?? She is a human being with two boobs and one vagina, other Girls also have that, how do you know that they are not good enough for you? How do you know about everything about everything? Are you some kind of all knowing God? You are treating one girl as some kind of superior angel over others and insulting rest of girl population in the process, this is not very rational thinking

I think real problem is with you not whether she loves you back but you like being in this obsession with her, you like this whole process which is why even 10 years have not changed anything for you

This is why I told you about consulting with a psychologist or psychiatrist in the first place

You might not be in love with that girl

You are in love with this obsession of yours

Yeah, don't get surprised

This could very well be the real truth

Buddy, nothing is impossible, you can get out of this unhealthy obsession and move on and be happy with your life

You just need to give yourself a proper chance

Whenever you feel you are missing her, do these-

Involve yourself with positive, constructive work

You could involve yourself with some organisations that helps the poor people, helping the needy can be great peaceful and heavenly feelings, nothing can beat that, you will start to see the world differently

Dance

Groom yourself constantly

Go to gym

Go to dates

Meet as much as girls as possible

Don't expect anything, in dating world rejection is normal, you are only going for experience and to keep yourself busy, don't talk about ex in dates, treat her well, just have fun nothing more, again don't expect anything, just have fun, anything is possible

You will get over her

She isn't some special girl but just another one

You are special as well

You deserve better

Good luck



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"What's app will b off From 11.30pm to 6:00 am daily Declared by central govt. Message from narendra modi (PM) we have had an over usage of user names on whatsapp Messenger. We are requesting all users to forward this message to their entire contact list. If you do not forward this message, we will take it as your account is invalid and it will be deleted within the next 48 hours. DO NOT ignore my words or whatsapp will no longer recognise your activation. If you wish to re-activate your account after it has been deleted, a charge of 499.00 will be added to your monthly bill. We are also aware of the issue involving the pictures updates not showing. We are working diligently at fixing this problem and it will be up and running as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation from the modi team. WhatsApp is going to cost you money soon. The only way that it will stay free is if you are a frequent user i.e. you have at least 50 people you are chatting with. To become a frequent user send this message to 10 people who receive it (2 ticks) and your WhatsApp logo will change color. send this to 8 people to activate the new whatsapp.. Saturday morning whatsapp will become chargeable. If you have at least 10 contacts send them this message. In this way we will see that you are an avid user and your logo will become blue (🔵) and will remain free. (As discussed in the paper today. Whatsapp will cost 0.01€ per message. Send this message to 10 people. When you do the light will turn blue otherwise whatsapp will activate billing. ITS TRUE ...... U get blue TICKS"

What's app will b off
From 11.30pm to 6:00 am daily
Declared by central govt.
Message from narendra modi (PM) we
have had an over usage of user names on whatsapp
Messenger. We are requesting all users to forward this
message to their entire contact list. If you do not forward
this message, we will take it as your account is invalid
and it will be deleted within the next 48 hours.  DO
NOT ignore my words or whatsapp will no longer
recognise your activation. If you wish to re-activate your
account after it has been deleted, a charge of 499.00 will
be added to your monthly bill. We are also aware of the
issue involving the pictures updates not showing. We are
working diligently at fixing this problem and it will be up
and running as soon as possible. Thank you for your
cooperation from the modi team. WhatsApp is going
to cost you money soon. The only way that it will stay
free is if you are a frequent user i.e. you have at least 50
people you are chatting with. To become a frequent user
send this message to 10 people who receive it (2 ticks)
and your WhatsApp logo will change color.
send this to 8 people to activate the new whatsapp..
 Saturday morning whatsapp will become chargeable. If you have at least 10 contacts send them this message. In this way we will see that you are an avid user and your logo will become blue (🔵) and will remain free. (As discussed in the paper today. Whatsapp will cost  0.01€ per message. Send this message to 10 people. When you do the light will turn blue
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"How would the new Joker movie be if it was done by Christopher Nolan in place of Todd Phillips? This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app asking questions and getting answers Read the answer below #NojotoQuote"

How would the new Joker movie be if it was done by Christopher Nolan in place of Todd Phillips?

This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app asking questions and getting answers

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Very good question :D

Let's get into then.

I am becoming Christopher Nolan :D

New movie will be named- “JOKER : AFTER THE DARK KNIGHT”

BHAAAAANG!!

Two police took one man and kicked him into the cell.

He shouted with pain, “Ahhhh! Bastards!!!! I have rights too”

Suddenly, he heard a laughing noise from a nearby cell, “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

He said, “Who it is? STOP IT, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. STOP IT”

“Good doctor, I presume or should I say bad……. Scarecrow!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

Scarecrow: “You are Joker, aren't you?”

Joker: “We finally meet then. Ha, ha, ha, ha”

Scarecrow: “Do you know what has happened outside?”

Joker: “No. I don't care. Ha, ha, ha, ha”

Scarecrow: “Stop acting so insane all the time and listen Batman is dead”

Joker: “WHAT?!!!!!!????? CANNOT BE. ONLY I WILL KILL HIM”

Scarecrow: “Yeah, sorry to disappoint you, Buddy, but I was working for some very powerful people and they managed to inflict a far more damage to the city than you could ever possibly imagine and along with Batman”

Joker: “No, no, no, no, no”

Crying sounds was coming from other cell

Scarecrow: “Buddy, don't cry, I am sure we can find something…….”

Suddenly, sounds stopped

Absolute silence

And then, “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

Scarecrow: “STOP IT. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. STOP IT. GUARDS TAKE ME AWAY. I CAN TAKE IT ANYMORE. I WILL GO CRAZY”

Meanwhile in Gotham City-

In Wayne mansion-

Lucius Fox: “What did you say your name?”

Robin: “John Blake, I prefer to call myself, Robin”

Lucius Fox: “Do you know everything?”

Robin: “Yes. This is the message Bruce Wayne gave me”

Lucius Fox: “Oh! Are you sure that you want to do this specially after seeing the outcome Bruce Wayne had to endure. Look at him in the end loosing everything in the process even his life”

Robin: “ Batman can be anyone, it is a sign to protect the City so Bruce Wayne may have died but Batman didn't and neither did his legacy. It was Bruce's wish that I took the mantle so I have to respect that and crime isn't slowing down either in Gotham City”

Lucius Fox: “You need training though. If Bruce Wayne was alive then he would have trained you but since he isn't, I know someone who can”

Robin: “Who is it?”

Lucius Fox: “He is known as Richard Dragon. He is the best MMA fighter in this planet. He is a friend”

Robin: “Let's do it then what are we waiting for?”

Couple of days later-

Richard: “Did you ever fight professionally?”

Robin: “Nope. Just in the neighborhood. I grew up in the tough neighborhood”

Richard: “Are you interested in octagon? Because whatever I saw from you till now is very impressive. Believe me I don't ever say that. I have some old contact there”

Robin: “Thanks. But I am not interested”

Suddenly, there's some angry noise

Richard ran away towards the source

Robin followed him.

Two police captured one kid but the kid was fighting back and giving his everything.

Richard: “Wait! Guys, I know this kid. He trains under me. What happened?”

Police: “This is a very troubled kid. That jewelry storekeeper informed us that he was stealing from them”

Richard: “Okay, take it easy, guys, he is just a kid. Let me handle it”

Police: “Mr Richard, you are a good man, we are big fan of you so we are trusting your word on this kid but that kid is anything but trouble. This is not even his first time. We are letting him go because of you, Mr Richard. Watch out. I wouldn't trust that kid”

Richard: “Thanks, guys, I have got it from here”

Robin: “What's the story with him?

Richard: “Someone from mob killed his parents and left him to rot for himself. I found him and trying to teach the good stuff. But clearly it's not working. I wish if he could identify with someone. A role model”

Robin: “Let me try”

“So you are good at causing chaos, what are the things you good at?”

Boy: “Who are you?”

Robin: “My name is Dick Grayson and I understand what is going on with you. I know you are angry all the time and you have this rage inside you and it's trying to come out and trying to destroy everything”

Boy: “Really, you can tell. How?”

Robin: “I know what it's like to grow up in a rough neighborhood without any parents”

Boy: “Your parents were also killed?”

Robin: “Nope. I was never that lucky to begin with. I never knew my parents. What is your name by the way?”

Boy said with a smile, “Jason Todd. And who are you?”

Robin: “Dick Grayson is my current name. Don't tell anyone”

Jason said with a smile, “I won't”

In the meanwhile in Arkham Asylum-

Alarm bells are ringing.

Ring, ring……

“What happened?”

“Someone is killed by the Joker”

“And one guard's uniform is missing and along with Joker”

Commissioner Gordon came and investigated.

Suddenly, his mobile phone was ringing.

Commissioner Gordon annoyingly said, “Who is calling me now in this busy hour"

And he heard a laughing noise in other side

“Ha, ha, ha,………..”

Commissioner Gordon: “Joker”

Joker: “Commissioner Gordon. My favourite commissioner. Oh! I missed you so much. Ha, ha, ha”

Commissioner Gordon: “What do you want? We will catch you soon”

Joker: “I have no doubt about that. Ha, ha. Ha. I just want to know where is Batman?”

Commissioner Gordon: “I don't have time for this. Batman is dead”

Joker: “No. He isn't. Ha. Ha, ha. Ha”

Commissioner Gordon: “Stop this insanity Joker and give yourself up”

Joker: “Oh! My dear commissioner. Not so easily. Tell Batman that I am coming for him and you also as you didn't help me. Ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha”

Connection got disconnected

Commissioner Gordon said, “Did you find the link?”

Police: “Yes”

Commissioner Gordon: “Okay, Joker. We have got you now. No more asylum. This time I will make sure that you will never ever see the daylight again”

Police: “Commissioner. Commissioner”

Commissioner Gordon: “What is it?”

Police: “Commissioner, it's coming from your house”

Commissioner Gordon: “WHAT? Oh! No! My daughter. Barbara”

When he reached his house.

He saw a card of Joker with a lot of ‘Ha, ha, ha' written on it. And Barbara was missing.

He heard a laughing noise and he ran towards the sound and found his wife's face was damaged but she was laughing constantly.

Commissioner Gordon said with tremendous shock, “OH! MY DEAR! WHAT DID THAT MONSTER DO WITH YOU?”

Later in Gotham morgue-

“Sorry, commissioner but we didn't have any drug for her. She was dead even before we tried to do something. I am very sorry”

Commissioner Gordon: “No. You did your job. This is my fault. I should have been more careful since Batman is gone. I can't even imagine what Joker is doing with her. Oh! My God! I can't think”

“Again I am very sorry. But commissioner, we analysed the drug we found from your wife's blood. It's some kind of gas mixed with scarecrow's fear gas”

Commissioner Gordon: “Scarecrow. I should have known”

Commissioner Gordon was beating the hell out of Scarecrow and asked, “Where is Joker? What he will do with Barbara. Tell me or I will kill you”

Scarecrow said with tremendous pain, “Believe me I don't know anything. He was making me crazy. I asked him to stop. He said that he wanted to know my fear gas formula. I told him. That's what I know. Believe me that's the only thing I know. I am scared of Joker too. I don't want to be anywhere near to him. Believe me I don't know anything beyond this”

Suddenly a police officer came and said, “Commissioner, there's some message from Joker”

He turned on the TV and it seemed Joker hijacked one major Gotham news station and killing people for fun and laughing and saying, “Batman, batty, batty, batty, my favourite knight, come out and play. We all know that you aren't dead. Batty, batty, batty, come out and play or I will kill one by one” in saying this he shot down the news anchor and presenter and was laughing laudly, “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Everyone let's go immediately, with our full force let's gherao the whole building”

Robin saw everything

Lucius Fox said, “You aren't properly trained yet for this”

Robin: “Look what Joker is doing. Batman should have killed him in the first time”

Lucius Fox: “Remember, Batman didn't want to do that because that's exactly what Joker wanted”

Robin: “And look at him now”

When Robin entered the newsroom, he saw everyone was laughing laudly and every one of their face was damaged.

Suddenly, he was gassed from the behind by Joker and said, “Hmmm, another Batman wannabe. Ha. Ha, ha, ha”

Robin jumped on Joker and kicked his mouth and two of his teeth were broken. Blood was coming out from Joker's mouths but still he was laughing and saying, “Ha. Ha, ha, ha. Face mask good one. Ha, ha but I was expecting Batman not batboy. Ha, ha” in saying this he brought out a detonator and said, “Good bye. Batboy. Ha, ha”

Robin jumped out of the window and the whole room was destroyed by the explosion.

Robin was injured from the blast. He was walking slowly through the Gotham slum and then tried to contact Lucius Fox but became senseless.

Just before he lost his conscience. He saw someone was coming towards him.

When he woke up. He saw Jason was sitting worried.

Robin said, “How did you find me?”

Jason said, “I live here. I was trying to steal something in night. But instead I found you. Your Mask is damaged, Robin or should I say Dick Grayson. Don't worry I won't tell anyone”

Robin: “Give me that mask”

Jason said, “But I won't tell anyone”

Robin: “I know I just have to contact someone. There's a microphone”

Jason: “Wow! Such a cool tech! Very Batman like. Wait! ARE YOU WORKING WITH BATMAN? DO YOU KNOW BATMAN? IS HE ALIVE?”

Robin: “Hold on kid. No. I am not working with him. Batman is dead”

A few minutes later, Lucius Fox came and picked up Robin into the car and said, “I told you so”

And then looking at the kid, he asked, “Who is this kid? Wait, did he know about your secret? Wow! You managed to screw up so many angles. I don't know what Bruce saw in you”

Robin: “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I know him. His name is Jason Todd”

Fox: “Can we trust him?”

Looking at the face of Jason Todd, Robin said, “Yes. Not only we can trust him, he is coming with us”

Fox: “Great!”

In Wayne mansion-

Jason: “Wait! Bruce Wayne is Batman. I can't believe it. Impossible”

Fox: “I am already not feeling good about this”

Robin: “Look I understand his situation. That kid is at the brink of his life. A little push and he could go dark. He needs to channel his anger correctly and I am going to help him on that”

Fox: “So now what? He is too going with you to fight crime. Wonderful. Now I have to deal with two amateurs”

Robin: “Well. Not right away but after a lot of training definitely. As you said before that we need more training and better suits and Batman's gadget. It was a mistake going against Joker like that and since he added some stuff on his own. Why not we do the same?”

Jason: “Hooray. We are Superheroes”

Fox: “I am already regretting this”

When Commissioner Gordon entered his house, he was struck from behind and he woke up, he found himself in a dark room with Joker.

Commissioner Gordon said with tremendous anger, “Where is Barbara? What did you do with her? You monster, you didn't kill her, did you?”

Joker: “Relax commissioner, she is alright, just tell me where is Batman and I will let her go”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Didn't you hear, Batman is dead. Okay. He died saving this city from a nuclear bomb”

Joker: “Ha. Ha, ha. Ha, ha. Now that's the official story but did they find any of his body parts?”

Commissioner Gordon: “You Stupid, crazy idiot, we are talking about Atom bomb here. There won't be any body parts. Batman is dead”

Joker: “Ha, ha. Ha. I know very well our cape Crusader friend. Batman don't do anything without any plan. So where is he hiding?”

Commissioner Gordon: “I don't know. Please, believe me. Please. Torture me all you want but please let my daughter go. Please. Joker if you have any humanity left, please let her go. Please”

Joker: “Oh! You think I am such monster. You hurt me commissioner. See I am exactly what society wants me to be. Do you think you and I are so different? Since it seems like Batman is really dead then let me rather concentrate on you. Let me show you that anyone can be like me if situation pushed him. Welcome to your new life commissioner Gordon. Enjoy the view from 360° angle. Ha, ha, ha, ha”

Commissioner Gordon shouted with tremendous shock and anger and pain, “What did you do with my Barbara? You monster. I will kill you if I ever get out of here”

THERE WAS EVERYWHERE NUDE TORTURING VIDEOS OF BARBARA GORDON

Joker: “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha”

In Paris-

Bruce Wayne got a letter

Selena Kyle said, “Bruce someone sent a letter from Gotham. Who knows that you exist?”

Bruce Wayne got up quickly and read the letter, “Hey, batty, how long are you going to hide behind in France? You took early retirement. But Gotham didn't. Guess what your honest commissioner friend did? He told me about your whereabouts? Ha. Ha, ha. Looks like commissioner Gordon has lost his mind as well. As they say bad apple corrupt other apples. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Can't wait to meet you. Ha, ha, ha, ha”

Bruce Wayne said, “We can't stay here anymore. Taking retirement was the biggest mistake I made. Now everything is chaos in Gotham because of me. Batman can't take retirement”

Selena Kyle said, “Don't say such thing. You needed it more than anything”

Bruce Wayne: “Now the break is over and I won't make that same mistake again”

Selena Kyle said, “I understand, I am going to help you, Bruce”

And they were preparing to kiss

Suddenly, the house was rained with bullet and they heard a familiar voice, “Ha, ha. Ha, ha”

Bruce and Selena escaped from the underground tunnels from that old European castle”

When Bruce got up to a safe place, he realised that Selena was shot.

Bruce said, “Oh! No. Don't leave me. Selena. I need you”

Selena said, “Don't worry about it, Bruce, I am only holding you back, I made the Batman weak. Bullet has hit my kidney. I have no chance to survive now. I am releasing you from this, Bruce. Gotham needs you. Gotham needs his Batman more than it's Bruce Wayne”

Joker said with anger and disappointment, “He again managed to survive. But Bruce Wayne is Batman which means only one place he can go Wayne mansion”

In the Wayne mansion-

All the alarm bells were ringing

Fox, Dick and Jason saw Joker was laughing looking at the CCTV cameras before he destroyed each of them.

Jason said, “Now is the time to set the things straight. I will punish this psychopathic Maniac.”

Dick said, “No, we won't do any such thing. Remember last time we went without any plan. First of all, this is not Joker's style which means he is really desperate now. Let him make a mistake and we are going to capture him”

In the meantime-

Joker: “Brucy, Brucy, Brucy, look what you did, you not only left yourself vulnerable but you lost your advantage as well. I know now who are you? Ha, ha, ha, ha”

Dick turned off the electricity of the building

Joker was roaming around aimlessly and laughing and talking his usual shit.

Suddenly, Dick turned on the headlights of the building which blindsided Joker and Dick knocked him out one punch.

When Joker woke up he saw himself in some cell.

Dick Grayson came and said, “Your game is up. I heard what you did with Commissioner Gordon. He is in Arkham Asylum going through some heavy treatment and is daughter is currently in ICU because of your inhuman torture. We are sending you to California. You are going to have capital punishment since Gotham doesn't have death penalty. I am going to be your guard. Believe me you have no chance of escape”

Joker didn't say anything just clapped

Dick Grayson said with a lot of sarcasm, “Yeah, clap now. But you won't be doing that for very long”

Dick Grayson came to Jason and told him, “Don't go close to the cell, he is master manipulator, don't give him any opportunities, I am going to see how Commissioner Gordon and his daughter are doing. I will be back very soon. I am trusting you with these. Don't let me down”

But Jason being Jason, he does not listen anyone and he never did anyway. So he was very curious about Joker so he went to the cell to check him out.

He said to Joker, “So you are the joker, huh! You don't look scary to me. I never feared any clown infact I kicked their asses”

Joker said, “Didn't your babysitter ask you not to come to me?”

Jason said, “He isn't my babysitter. I am not scared of you”.

Joker said, “Good for you. Kid. I like you. I like your courage”

Jason said, “He also told me that you are a master manipulator and that you will try to manipulate me”

Joker said, “He said that, didn't he? Look I am not going to do any such thing with you. I am not going to laugh either. Do you know what is the difference between you hero type and us villain type. Nothing much. We are the same. Except we keep you from becoming us as you can then channel your aggression fighting against us. So see we are helping you becoming sane. So kid let me give you one last lecture before they took me away forever. Why are you staying here? Why can't you live like a normal people. Do you know why because you are already damaged from the very beginning just like us. If you try to lead a normal life. You will end up becoming me. Let's take an example of Bruce Wayne the Batman. Why did he need to become Batman? He could have lead a very normal life like just another rich guy but no, he had to become this Batman because otherwise he would have become me. That's also the reason even after so many crimes Batman didn't want to kill me because he feared then he will become me. So what does that tell you about your hero type?”

Jason: “Yeah, you are not trying to manipulate me. Listen clown, I grew up in a terrible rough neighborhood. I am not some snowflake that you will manipulate and I am going to be one. I am not Batman and I don't think I will ever become one either. I would have killed you in the first place if I was in Batman's place. I had no problem with sleeping after that as well. People like you don't deserve to be alive and there is nothing complicated about this.”

Joker: “You are right. I tried to manipulate you but it didn't work. I have to say that you are a very clever type. Probably even more than Batman”

Jason: “Yeah right. Now you are just boring me”

Dick came back and said to Joker, “Yeah, police is coming, you are getting very close to your death”

Joker: “Ha, ha, ha”

When Joker was going to the police van, he tried to get a gun from one last time from a fellow police officer but Dick Grayson floored him with one punch. Joker was suddenly laughing and said, “I am human bomb, I have one bomb inside my belly, and the detonator is my mouth under my tongue. If anyone of you try to touch me, I am going to bomb all of us”

Dick said, “He is bluffing”

Fox said, “Nope, he isn't. There's really a bomb under his belly. Look through this”

Dick said to Joker, “Are you really going to try that? Because I don't think you are capable of blowing yourself up. You are only capable of killing others”

Joker said with a smile, “Question is- are you going to take a chance on that or not? This is a long range bomb which means there's going to be a lot of civilian casualty, ha, ha, ha, ha”

Suddenly, Jason brought a gun and tried to shoot him and looking at that, Dick tried to stop him.

Joker bit one of the police's ear and jumped out of the van and was running away and suddenly a black van came out of nowhere. And said to Joker, “Came on, get on it. I have been sent by the Falcone family as you requested”

Joker got on it.

After a while, he realised that driver wasn't taking him to Falcone family.

Joker said, “Well played, Bruce Wayne or should I say Batman?”

Bruce took the mask off and said, “Finally we meet face to face. You wanted me and now I am here. What do you want to do now?

Joker said, “I just wanted to do this” in saying he turned on the detonator and the van was exploded.

Joker's body was destroyed completely and before he died for the final time, he realised that was just a hologram of Bruce Wayne not real

Joker died in trying to smile

Fox said to Bruce, “Why did you do this?”

Bruce Wayne said, “Because he wanted this. I just gave what he wanted. I didn't get him earlier when I figured him later, I realised what I needed to do. That's when I decided use my hologram with a remote control car. I knew Jason could not help himself. Whatever I saw of him, I can tell that he is probably more damaged than me. I need to handle him very carefully. It's not going to be easy to decipher him from Joker's manipulation”

Dick Grayson heard everything and said, “You knew about all of this. You came here before Joker????!!! Yet you didn't do anything. I am sorry, I don't understand that”

Bruce Wayne said, “You don't have to be. It's very messed up shit. Not everyone has to go through that”

Dick Grayson said, “You probably right, but since I don't understand your method, I no longer have to work with you. I am getting the hell out of here”

Bruce Wayne said, “Are you sure about that because you have lots to learn yet?”

Dick Grayson said, “Yeah, I am sure. Jason, will you come with me?”

Jason couldn't say anything

Dick Grayson said, “You don't have to say anything, I understood” in saying this he left

One month later-

Commissioner Gordon was released from Arkham Asylum.

Batman met him and said, “Friend, you did everything for me. Now let me do something for your daughter”.

Commissioner Gordon said, “Can you help her, Batman, she is completely damaged and broken, I don't think she will ever be able to function in normal society”

Batman said, “Now, let me handle that. Normal conventional medical treatment won't work with her. I know certain things that could be very helpful to her but it's going to be hard and it will take some time but I believe I can help her make again a strong independent confident Woman. But she has to stay with us with your permission of course”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Please help her Batman, please help her. Do whatever you need to do but please make her full again”

Batman said, “I promise that she will again be normal but she has to use her dark side properly. I believe I can help her with that”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Thank you so much Batman”

THE END

End not really?

This is the beginning of Batgirl, Nightwing and Red hood.

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