<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT8khRZE9xgXrWRM7bTx_UVXTalHQoQBTgApiLry6jSt31M9FB1)</div><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Soloman Grundy<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Worst Nightmare...<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>0500 March 23, 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside of Arkham Asylum<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Raven<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Open:</strong>Raven<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Grundy was not intimidated by the Witch girl.  She had nothing on Grundy.  Nothing!  He was power.  He could break Superman's fist in his hand, beat an Amazon warrior within an inch of her life.  He could even make the great Constantine near shite himself when he faced off against him.  A girl like this one could not stop Grundy/  No one could stop Grundy but Grundy!  So he started a slow, steady walk towards Raven.  The slick, thick, and wet mud that would trap a normal man made a loud suctioning sound, like a man's head being ripped from his spine as first one foot with the size of a large wolf or miniature pony, stepped in front of the other, not wavering or deterring one inch, made their slow, methodical march towards Raven.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Revenge Witch Girl righteous revenge for those that killed me, took what was mine, murdered my wife, murdered my children, salted the earth and defiled my grave!  The only reason why to walked this cursed land, never finding rest, never finding any peace.   Now move aside Witch Girl.  You know you cannot harm me.  Do not, and I wear your skin as a scarf, your bones as a belt, feed your meat to the hounds.  Your only warning Witch Girl.  Run, run and tell those that wrong me and mine that I am coming for them!"</span></strong><br/><br/>Another step, and another, and another.   The distance between them closing.  Two hundred yards, then one hundred and fifty, one hundred yards, closer!  As he continued, like that of a subway train and Raven the victim pushed upon the tracks, Grundy started again with the old nursery rhyme that gave him the name he used with such fiendish and sinful pride.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>"Solomon Grundy,<br/>Born on a Monday,<br/>Christened on Tuesday,<br/>Married on Wednesday,<br/>Took ill on Thursday,<br/>Grew worse on Friday,<br/>Died on Saturday,<br/>Buried on Sunday,<br/>That was the end,<br/>Of Solomon Grundy."</em></span></strong>