Goddamn Batman...
And then there's Harley, my temptress, my suffocating Succubus. Her hips sway through the winding smoke and pressing blackness. Harlequin red and black abandoned on the floor for something a bit more bare and pink. Golden curls fall to cover her.
Trying to be seductive.
My tounge writhes with nicotine and anger, growling in peels of hate:
My heart is far too busy with other matters.
Goddamn Batman...
Her expression drops into a dainty frown, feet turned inward, shoulders limp and helpless as she sways back- forth- back- forth-
"Come on Puddin'"
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