“Your wish is granted, but they will never truly be able to appreciate the joy because they’ll have no sorrow to compare it to. Also, their faces will always hurt from the never ending smiles! Imagine how creepy it would be seeing everyone smiling in their sleep.
I wish for all unhoused people to have shelter, healthy food, clothing, and all their basic needs met.”
I wish for all unhoused people to have shelter, healthy food, clothing, and all their basic needs met.”
"Well now, ain't this cute? Ya wanna help all the homeless? Sweets, that's adorable! Lock'em all up and throw away the key! I mean, Arkham sure does have good food. Especially on Thursdays! At least that's what Batsy would probably do!"
Harley would think long and hard about her wish and grin mischievously.
"I don't want nothin' fancy! Mista J already proved havin' stuff is hazardous to my health!"
She would sigh and have heart-shaped eyes.
"I just wanna settle down and have a happy little family."
Harley would break the fourth wall by looking directly at the screen. She shrugged, raised a fist, and grinned.
"What? Don't all girls deserve some kinda fantasy?"
Harley would think long and hard about her wish and grin mischievously.
"I don't want nothin' fancy! Mista J already proved havin' stuff is hazardous to my health!"
She would sigh and have heart-shaped eyes.
"I just wanna settle down and have a happy little family."
Harley would break the fourth wall by looking directly at the screen. She shrugged, raised a fist, and grinned.
"What? Don't all girls deserve some kinda fantasy?"
Granted!
You get the perfect house, perfect partner, and a loving family…
...but it’s all on a reality TV show where you’re contractually obligated to live-stream every moment of your life, including bathroom breaks, bedroom moments, cameras in cars. No privacy for the duration you remain in this happy little family.
I wish I could keep the metabolism of a twenty-one year old well into my twilight years.
You get the perfect house, perfect partner, and a loving family…
...but it’s all on a reality TV show where you’re contractually obligated to live-stream every moment of your life, including bathroom breaks, bedroom moments, cameras in cars. No privacy for the duration you remain in this happy little family.
I wish I could keep the metabolism of a twenty-one year old well into my twilight years.
Bailey almost gasped out loud when she saw the handsome man. There was something about him that reminded her strongly of Gabe.
“Granted! You have the metabolism of a twenty-one-year-old forever… unfortunately, your joints, back, and memory still age like expired milk. Enjoy sprinting to the fridge while forgetting why you went there.”
She thought about her own wish for a moment, “I wish I could have the kind of life where the hardest decision I make all day is beach or pool.”
“Granted! You have the metabolism of a twenty-one-year-old forever… unfortunately, your joints, back, and memory still age like expired milk. Enjoy sprinting to the fridge while forgetting why you went there.”
She thought about her own wish for a moment, “I wish I could have the kind of life where the hardest decision I make all day is beach or pool.”
"Ya make it too easy, dollface."
Harley would give the woman a devilsh smirk as she slowly circled her.
"Ya wish is granted. But there's a couple of problems. Now ya can't swim, and ain't no bathin' suit fittin' right. So ya goin' to the beach in jeans now, sweets?"
Harley winked and blew the woman a kiss as she thought about her next wish.
"My last wish didn't turn out so great. I'on like the idea of cameras everywhere. My next wish'll be betta! I wish I ruled Gotham! All the heroes'n villains would bow ta me and do my biddin', no questions asked! Ruin that one, if ya can! Hehe!"
Harley would give the woman a devilsh smirk as she slowly circled her.
"Ya wish is granted. But there's a couple of problems. Now ya can't swim, and ain't no bathin' suit fittin' right. So ya goin' to the beach in jeans now, sweets?"
Harley winked and blew the woman a kiss as she thought about her next wish.
"My last wish didn't turn out so great. I'on like the idea of cameras everywhere. My next wish'll be betta! I wish I ruled Gotham! All the heroes'n villains would bow ta me and do my biddin', no questions asked! Ruin that one, if ya can! Hehe!"
“Wish granted,” Shaw purred, letting the words drip like honey over broken glass. “But…”
The syllables curled into the dark like a knife. Gotham shifted beneath the wish. Streets began bowing, towers shuddering as every mask and every monster fell to their knees. Heroes, villains, bystanders, all were bent in worship, their spines snapping into obedience.
“But,” She whispered again, twisting the wish’s throat until it screamed silently, “Obedience is not love. And reverence is not respect, Miss Quinn.”
The Joker smiled, but he could never laugh. Ivy breathed, but only to strangle herself with her own vines. Batman, the unbreakable shadow, was chained not by rope but by his own will bent to hers, his eyes forever burning with hatred he could never act upon.
“Wish granted,” Shaw said again, savoring it like wine, “But your kingdom is a mausoleum. They bow, but their silence is the only crown you’ll wear. They grin, but their laughter is dead. And when the city stops moving, when chaos dies, when love stops and you realize too late that you have lost every bit of passion that made life exciting, you too will fade into nothingness.”
Shaw thought for several minutes. Wishes were dangerous, she knew, but something in her heart still clung to belief. “I wish to reclaim my land, my territory, in the name of my ancestors.”
The syllables curled into the dark like a knife. Gotham shifted beneath the wish. Streets began bowing, towers shuddering as every mask and every monster fell to their knees. Heroes, villains, bystanders, all were bent in worship, their spines snapping into obedience.
“But,” She whispered again, twisting the wish’s throat until it screamed silently, “Obedience is not love. And reverence is not respect, Miss Quinn.”
The Joker smiled, but he could never laugh. Ivy breathed, but only to strangle herself with her own vines. Batman, the unbreakable shadow, was chained not by rope but by his own will bent to hers, his eyes forever burning with hatred he could never act upon.
“Wish granted,” Shaw said again, savoring it like wine, “But your kingdom is a mausoleum. They bow, but their silence is the only crown you’ll wear. They grin, but their laughter is dead. And when the city stops moving, when chaos dies, when love stops and you realize too late that you have lost every bit of passion that made life exciting, you too will fade into nothingness.”
Shaw thought for several minutes. Wishes were dangerous, she knew, but something in her heart still clung to belief. “I wish to reclaim my land, my territory, in the name of my ancestors.”
The sister fidgetted with her crucifix as she studied the woman with an unblinking gaze.
"You wish for a dead land... No crops will grow... The water is soured by the death brought to your land... The wind reeks of the unpleasant decay of your ancestors rotting corpses. Go, dragon woman. Reclaim your dead land.
The sister would bring her crucifix to her lips and gently kiss it.
"As for my wish... I seek to forgive the vile creatures that are responsible for the death of my sisters."
"You wish for a dead land... No crops will grow... The water is soured by the death brought to your land... The wind reeks of the unpleasant decay of your ancestors rotting corpses. Go, dragon woman. Reclaim your dead land.
The sister would bring her crucifix to her lips and gently kiss it.
"As for my wish... I seek to forgive the vile creatures that are responsible for the death of my sisters."
Bella’s brows arched, and she let out a low whistle, shaking her head slowly.
“So you wish to forgive the creatures that killed your sisters? Sure… wish granted.” Her lips curved into a sly smile. “You forgive them so completely that you invite them into your home, share a meal, and even braid their hair. Of course, you never notice the poison they slipped into your wine until it’s much, much too late.”
She brushed imaginary dust from her sleeve and smirked. “Forgiveness can be… deadly.”
Then she tossed out her own wish for the next victim.
“As for me? I wish for just one quiet day where nobody’s trying to kill me, kidnap me, or drag me into some twisted mess I didn’t start. One. Single. Nap.”
“So you wish to forgive the creatures that killed your sisters? Sure… wish granted.” Her lips curved into a sly smile. “You forgive them so completely that you invite them into your home, share a meal, and even braid their hair. Of course, you never notice the poison they slipped into your wine until it’s much, much too late.”
She brushed imaginary dust from her sleeve and smirked. “Forgiveness can be… deadly.”
Then she tossed out her own wish for the next victim.
“As for me? I wish for just one quiet day where nobody’s trying to kill me, kidnap me, or drag me into some twisted mess I didn’t start. One. Single. Nap.”
The pirate captain blinked and wondered why anyone would wish for the excitement to be removed from their world. Though, to be honest, he had never been on the receiving side of any of those requests - he was usually the one trying to kill, kidnap, and start up trouble. With a shrug of his mighty shoulders, he announced for the whole crew to hear, “Granted, Lass."
The captain scratched his beard and eyed the woman who was probably just as deadly as he, though in very different ways. “However, the way ya escape people trying to kill ya, kidnap ya, or drag ya into messes is to voluntarily check yerself into a mental health facility for rest and rehabilitation. Only problem is, when ya go ter check yerself out, they won't let ya go. Technically, they didn't kidnap ya, they ain't trin' ta kill ya, and they aren't draggin' ya into the messes either. They are strappin' ya to a table and having too much fun experimenting. But, at least, ya get that nap ya wanted so badly."
“As for me. I wish for..." he lifted one of his legs and rested his foot on a small container box as he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knee. His face was pensive as he pondered his desires. His expression made it clear when the lightbulb in his head went off and the proper wish came to mind. “I wish fer a bag a fairy dust - like in that kid's movie, Peter Pan - that will give me ship the availability to lift up out of the water and soar through the sky. I would still be able to stir it as if were in water, but it would be in the air."
The captain scratched his beard and eyed the woman who was probably just as deadly as he, though in very different ways. “However, the way ya escape people trying to kill ya, kidnap ya, or drag ya into messes is to voluntarily check yerself into a mental health facility for rest and rehabilitation. Only problem is, when ya go ter check yerself out, they won't let ya go. Technically, they didn't kidnap ya, they ain't trin' ta kill ya, and they aren't draggin' ya into the messes either. They are strappin' ya to a table and having too much fun experimenting. But, at least, ya get that nap ya wanted so badly."
“As for me. I wish for..." he lifted one of his legs and rested his foot on a small container box as he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knee. His face was pensive as he pondered his desires. His expression made it clear when the lightbulb in his head went off and the proper wish came to mind. “I wish fer a bag a fairy dust - like in that kid's movie, Peter Pan - that will give me ship the availability to lift up out of the water and soar through the sky. I would still be able to stir it as if were in water, but it would be in the air."
"Oh my gosh! Yes! This one'll be fun! Okay, One-Eyed Willie! Wish granted!"
Harley did her little happy dance and began.
"So's you can do all that flyin' stuff, but now ya don't like heights. So at best ya can maybe float close to the ground! Like a spooky floaty ghostie guy!"
She would blow him a kiss then giggle.
"My last wish wasn't so great after all. There's no way this one can get ruined! I wish that I could turn invisible, but only when I need to sneak around. Then I can be visible again!"
Harley did her little happy dance and began.
"So's you can do all that flyin' stuff, but now ya don't like heights. So at best ya can maybe float close to the ground! Like a spooky floaty ghostie guy!"
She would blow him a kiss then giggle.
"My last wish wasn't so great after all. There's no way this one can get ruined! I wish that I could turn invisible, but only when I need to sneak around. Then I can be visible again!"
“Just for callin’ my husband ‘One-Eyed Willie,’ I could draw steel an’ gut ye where ye stand…” The Pirate Queen’s voice dripped with honeyed venom as she stepped closer, boots ringing with deliberate weight against the floor. Her dark eyes slid over the woman, then flicked to Blackbones, her smirk curling like smoke, before returning to her mark.
“But instead… wish granted.” Her tone deepened, almost like the sea itself had spoken through her lungs. “Invisibility, aye? Sounds clever enough, but vanishin’ from sight don’t mean vanishing entirely. You’ll fade from the eye, sure… but every other part o’ ye becomes louder, sharper, and harder to hide. Your steps’ll thunder like drumbeats, every breath a hiss o’ the tide. That heart o’ yours? A war drum poundin’ in the ears of all who hunt ye. Even the brush o’ your clothes’ll scream like torn canvas.”
Serenity leaned in, lips close enough to brush the shell of the woman’s ear, her words sliding like a blade between ribs. “And the smell. God above, the reek. Flesh, sweat, fear… even the stale crumbs on yer tongue, they’ll roll off ye in heavy waves, betraying every inch o’ yer presence. Aye, invisible to the eye, but never from the senses. In short, you’ll stink o’ existence. They’ll smell ye. Hear ye. Feel ye, clear as a bell that’s tollin’ your doom.” Pulling back with a wolfish grin, Serenity’s gaze sparked wicked amusement. “So vanish if ye like, lass. But ye’ll never hide. Not from anyone.”
Serenity paused in her movements as she considered her own life and wishes. While she had essentially everything she had ever wanted, there was still one thing she would always wish for. “Aye, if I be makin’ a wish, it’s this: one day me fellow hunters’ll lend an ear an’ learn that not every wolf be a monster worth gutting. Some be wild, aye, but not wicked. Mayhap, with enough rum an’ mercy, they’ll see fit ta break bread, or even call one ‘friend’ before the sea claims us all.”
“But instead… wish granted.” Her tone deepened, almost like the sea itself had spoken through her lungs. “Invisibility, aye? Sounds clever enough, but vanishin’ from sight don’t mean vanishing entirely. You’ll fade from the eye, sure… but every other part o’ ye becomes louder, sharper, and harder to hide. Your steps’ll thunder like drumbeats, every breath a hiss o’ the tide. That heart o’ yours? A war drum poundin’ in the ears of all who hunt ye. Even the brush o’ your clothes’ll scream like torn canvas.”
Serenity leaned in, lips close enough to brush the shell of the woman’s ear, her words sliding like a blade between ribs. “And the smell. God above, the reek. Flesh, sweat, fear… even the stale crumbs on yer tongue, they’ll roll off ye in heavy waves, betraying every inch o’ yer presence. Aye, invisible to the eye, but never from the senses. In short, you’ll stink o’ existence. They’ll smell ye. Hear ye. Feel ye, clear as a bell that’s tollin’ your doom.” Pulling back with a wolfish grin, Serenity’s gaze sparked wicked amusement. “So vanish if ye like, lass. But ye’ll never hide. Not from anyone.”
Serenity paused in her movements as she considered her own life and wishes. While she had essentially everything she had ever wanted, there was still one thing she would always wish for. “Aye, if I be makin’ a wish, it’s this: one day me fellow hunters’ll lend an ear an’ learn that not every wolf be a monster worth gutting. Some be wild, aye, but not wicked. Mayhap, with enough rum an’ mercy, they’ll see fit ta break bread, or even call one ‘friend’ before the sea claims us all.”
Mary’s gloved fingers traced lazily along the edge of her cutlass as she listened, blue eyes glinting like sunlight on rough seas.
“Aye, wish granted, Serenity,” she purred, her voice smooth as aged rum but edged like drawn steel. “Yer hunters lend an ear, aye… they listen close, leanin’ in soft-like, noddin’ as if they’ve grown tender hearts. They’ll share yer rum, call ye ‘sister,’ even clap ye on the back as though kin.”
Her smirk curled, sharp as the hook of a grappling line. “But the moment ye bare yer throat in trust, that same mercy ye begged for will turn to hunger. They’ll take ye for the wild beast they swore to spare, gut ye clean, and string yer pelt above the tavern door as a warnin’ to the next fool that speaks o’ peace with wolves.”
Mary stepped closer, the low creak of her boots filling the pause. “Break bread, if ye like, love. But best keep one hand on yer blade.”
She leaned back, crossing her arms with a wolfish smile as she made her own wish.
“As for me, I wish the next storm to meet the Red Widow’s sails blows her faster than any king’s fleet, carryin’ me treasure-laden and untouched into safe harbor.”
“Aye, wish granted, Serenity,” she purred, her voice smooth as aged rum but edged like drawn steel. “Yer hunters lend an ear, aye… they listen close, leanin’ in soft-like, noddin’ as if they’ve grown tender hearts. They’ll share yer rum, call ye ‘sister,’ even clap ye on the back as though kin.”
Her smirk curled, sharp as the hook of a grappling line. “But the moment ye bare yer throat in trust, that same mercy ye begged for will turn to hunger. They’ll take ye for the wild beast they swore to spare, gut ye clean, and string yer pelt above the tavern door as a warnin’ to the next fool that speaks o’ peace with wolves.”
Mary stepped closer, the low creak of her boots filling the pause. “Break bread, if ye like, love. But best keep one hand on yer blade.”
She leaned back, crossing her arms with a wolfish smile as she made her own wish.
“As for me, I wish the next storm to meet the Red Widow’s sails blows her faster than any king’s fleet, carryin’ me treasure-laden and untouched into safe harbor.”
"Uhhh....The what?"
*Rapidly browses through the script*
"Ohhh! Yeah! Your ship!! Yeah right!... KACHING! WISH GRANTED!"
*Cue magic engineering noises*
"Your ship will go faster than ever! It has been outfitted with over ten thousand gun powder barrels at the back linked to this lighting rod at the top of your ship! The first lighting it hits will turn this vessel into a rocket!"
"Either that or...It will explode horribly."
"Mhhh...In anycase! if you need extra speed here's a bucket of red paint!"
"Now for my wish...um...OHHH! I KNOW! I wish to know the circumference of a Moose!"
*Rapidly browses through the script*
"Ohhh! Yeah! Your ship!! Yeah right!... KACHING! WISH GRANTED!"
*Cue magic engineering noises*
"Your ship will go faster than ever! It has been outfitted with over ten thousand gun powder barrels at the back linked to this lighting rod at the top of your ship! The first lighting it hits will turn this vessel into a rocket!"
"Either that or...It will explode horribly."
"Mhhh...In anycase! if you need extra speed here's a bucket of red paint!"
"Now for my wish...um...OHHH! I KNOW! I wish to know the circumference of a Moose!"
Granted
The knowledge to find a moose's circumference has been provided to you. Wrap a flexible measuring tape or string around the part of the body you want to measure, like the chest or head, ensuring it is snug but not too tight. For accuracy, the moose should be standing and calm, and the tape should be placed in the appropriate location for the measurement's purpose, such as behind the shoulder blades for heart girth to estimate weight.
However, any moose you try to get close to will only sense the mercenary aspect of your personality and react negatively towards you.
Common reactions include avoidance or aggressive behaviors like head thrashing, stomping, or flat out attacking you by charging and possibly biting you.
Good luck not getting killed by that moose while trying to get their measurements.
I wish for a self cleaning toilet.
The knowledge to find a moose's circumference has been provided to you. Wrap a flexible measuring tape or string around the part of the body you want to measure, like the chest or head, ensuring it is snug but not too tight. For accuracy, the moose should be standing and calm, and the tape should be placed in the appropriate location for the measurement's purpose, such as behind the shoulder blades for heart girth to estimate weight.
However, any moose you try to get close to will only sense the mercenary aspect of your personality and react negatively towards you.
Common reactions include avoidance or aggressive behaviors like head thrashing, stomping, or flat out attacking you by charging and possibly biting you.
Good luck not getting killed by that moose while trying to get their measurements.
I wish for a self cleaning toilet.
The creepy man would slowly clap and sway as he stood front and center. He would grab his megaphone, raise it to his lips, and smirk before yelling into it.
"COME ONE, COME ALL!!! FROM ADULTS WHO ARE TALL, AND CHILDREN WHO ARE SMALL!!! GATHER 'ROUND...AND BE IN AWE..."
Merrick would lower the megaphone back to his side and dance walk over to the man.
"A self cleaning toilet, eh? Hehehe... Wish granted, my fine sir! Buuuuuut....."
Merrick would put his hand to his mouth as if to tell a secret.
"There's always a but...hehehe..."
Merrick would sway back and forth as he danced around the man. He would lean in and whisper.
"It will clean itself... But that dirty toilet water has to go somewhere...hehehe... It will poison the water supply all around town. Everyone will drink your contaminated... doodoo water. Mmmmm..... Tasty, eh?"
Merrick clapped as he hopped happily back and forth from one foot to the other.
"I wish... I wiiiisssssshhhhh..... What do I want? Hehehe... I wish to collect the soul of the one who grants my wish... hehehe..."
"COME ONE, COME ALL!!! FROM ADULTS WHO ARE TALL, AND CHILDREN WHO ARE SMALL!!! GATHER 'ROUND...AND BE IN AWE..."
Merrick would lower the megaphone back to his side and dance walk over to the man.
"A self cleaning toilet, eh? Hehehe... Wish granted, my fine sir! Buuuuuut....."
Merrick would put his hand to his mouth as if to tell a secret.
"There's always a but...hehehe..."
Merrick would sway back and forth as he danced around the man. He would lean in and whisper.
"It will clean itself... But that dirty toilet water has to go somewhere...hehehe... It will poison the water supply all around town. Everyone will drink your contaminated... doodoo water. Mmmmm..... Tasty, eh?"
Merrick clapped as he hopped happily back and forth from one foot to the other.
"I wish... I wiiiisssssshhhhh..... What do I want? Hehehe... I wish to collect the soul of the one who grants my wish... hehehe..."
"Hmmmmm... Okay! You can have my soul! But it's always gonna leave puddles of water everywhere. Ha! All your stuff's gonna be soggy!" ...The kiddo seemed pretty proud of themself for that one. They grinned smugly, and hopped on one foot. Then the other.
"Okay! My turn! I wish all the bad people in the world would drown to death!! Only the bad ones though!"
"Okay! My turn! I wish all the bad people in the world would drown to death!! Only the bad ones though!"
Granted… but every time a “bad person” is about to drown, they confess a tiny good deed they did once such as saving a kitten or helping an old lady cross the street, and suddenly they’re off the list.
So now, instead of ridding the world of evil, you’ve created a global emergency hotline where villains call in to brag about barely redeemable acts. The squirrel who stole a single peanut now thinks he deserves sainthood.
Good luck sorting that moral mess, puddle kid. 😏🗡️
I wish I could find a hidden map that leads to treasure beneath the roots of Yggdrasil.
So now, instead of ridding the world of evil, you’ve created a global emergency hotline where villains call in to brag about barely redeemable acts. The squirrel who stole a single peanut now thinks he deserves sainthood.
Good luck sorting that moral mess, puddle kid. 😏🗡️
I wish I could find a hidden map that leads to treasure beneath the roots of Yggdrasil.
"I'on think that's a good idea, but suit'cha self, toots! Granted!"
Harley gave her devilish grin as she handed over a map.
"Tha treasure's cursed. Enjoy bein' stuck in a loop of the worst day of ya life for all eternity!"
Harley sat on the ground and drew in the dirt.
"I keep messin' up and bein' greedy, wishin' for myself. When I should wish for others, haha! I wish all tha assholes currently in Arkham stayed there forevah! They don't deserve ta escape or be set free!"
Harley gave her devilish grin as she handed over a map.
"Tha treasure's cursed. Enjoy bein' stuck in a loop of the worst day of ya life for all eternity!"
Harley sat on the ground and drew in the dirt.
"I keep messin' up and bein' greedy, wishin' for myself. When I should wish for others, haha! I wish all tha assholes currently in Arkham stayed there forevah! They don't deserve ta escape or be set free!"
Lex couldn't be bothered to look up from his phone, deft fingers rapping away at the tiny screen while he wore something akin to a bored expression. Modish eyebrows raised only slightly at the mention of a wish he found to be particularly banal, and finally, he pried himself away from his work in order to get a good look at the clown princess of Gotham.
"Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed," Lex spoke, his tone polished, well-practiced for someone in the company of a former Arkhamite. "You do realize your wish is more than likely a self-fulfilling prophecy? Even if they do somehow escape -- which, considering the sorry state of the place, is inevitable -- it's only a matter of time before they wind themselves right back in that deplorable hellhole."
He fixed her with a hard, verdant stare, daring Quinzel to argue his point. "The security there is severely lacking," Lex critiqued, condescension dripping from his words. "Among many other, more egregious things that make the conditions there wholly unlivable. Perhaps if Wayne put his money where his mouth was, actual rehabilitation wouldn't be such a far-fetched concept."
"Nevertheless," he slid his phone into his silk-lined pocket and gestured airily, "Your wish is my command. Your former inmates are doomed to forever suffer the white walls of an asylum that no longer cares to see them reintegrate into society. They are forever shunned, tormented by their supposed caretakers, brains perpetually picked apart for the sake of science -- veritable Schrödinger's cats for the purposes of research. There will be nothing but lingering phantoms left; poor, deprived, empty-headed waifs with no sense of self or a single thought in their riddled minds."
"Now that's over with, I'd like to move on to happier topics."
A pause before he continued, "I've spent the better part of my life suffering lies and deception, all of which were too easily spread from the mouths of the sanctimonious. My wish, despite its assured downfall, is that, when in my presence, everyone must tell only truths, no secrets in remission. Despite how misconstrued this could become, it's hard to see this as a lost opportunity."
"Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed," Lex spoke, his tone polished, well-practiced for someone in the company of a former Arkhamite. "You do realize your wish is more than likely a self-fulfilling prophecy? Even if they do somehow escape -- which, considering the sorry state of the place, is inevitable -- it's only a matter of time before they wind themselves right back in that deplorable hellhole."
He fixed her with a hard, verdant stare, daring Quinzel to argue his point. "The security there is severely lacking," Lex critiqued, condescension dripping from his words. "Among many other, more egregious things that make the conditions there wholly unlivable. Perhaps if Wayne put his money where his mouth was, actual rehabilitation wouldn't be such a far-fetched concept."
"Nevertheless," he slid his phone into his silk-lined pocket and gestured airily, "Your wish is my command. Your former inmates are doomed to forever suffer the white walls of an asylum that no longer cares to see them reintegrate into society. They are forever shunned, tormented by their supposed caretakers, brains perpetually picked apart for the sake of science -- veritable Schrödinger's cats for the purposes of research. There will be nothing but lingering phantoms left; poor, deprived, empty-headed waifs with no sense of self or a single thought in their riddled minds."
"Now that's over with, I'd like to move on to happier topics."
A pause before he continued, "I've spent the better part of my life suffering lies and deception, all of which were too easily spread from the mouths of the sanctimonious. My wish, despite its assured downfall, is that, when in my presence, everyone must tell only truths, no secrets in remission. Despite how misconstrued this could become, it's hard to see this as a lost opportunity."
"Ok! GRANTED! Everyone in a 10 meter radius around you will only tell DA TRUTH! However the only topic they will talk about is either about your baldness or the kardashians"
"I WISH FOR THE PERFECT SANDWICH!"
"I WISH FOR THE PERFECT SANDWICH!"
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