Literature
Gotham's Story Circle
Gotham was breathing hard through her triumphant smile. Shed just been through a bit of a workout. In fact, shed be sweating like a pig, if not for the fact that she actually WAS a pig, and thus didnt have any sweat glands. She wasnt sure whether that qualified as irony or idiocy on the part of simile authors. All she knew was that she currently wasnt as fond of her snug leather clothing as she usually was. She let out a sigh through her panting, and unbuttoned her magnificent silk scruff. Then, reaching behind her cape, she pulled out her trademark bottle, removed the cork with her teeth, gulped down half