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Antwon Young was anything but a normal kid.
For starters, Antwon wasn’t even his real name. He was actually named Kevin. But no one named Kevin can be popular at school, so he decided to call himself something cooler.
Antwon was the whitest kid in school. Sometimes, the other kids joked that they could see his pulsing organs through his skin because of how paper white and transparent he was, so he started wearing sweaters and jeans. He had short brown hair that his mom insisted she cut herself, often resulting in an atrocious bowl cut. His face was covered in strawberry freckles filled with pus, and his thick black framed glasses did nothing to tear your gaze away from them.
His school life was miserable. One time, to try and assimilate into the society of his school, Antwon wore a sheisty, called himself “Lil Ant”, and brought a fake nerf gun he tried to pass off as real. It didn’t go over well with the other kids. Learning that there was nothing Antwon could do to make him less of a loner, he swore to never give himself a street name ever again.
Antwon was quiet after that, but outside of his concrete prison, he was a completely different person living a totally second life. Secretly, away from the prying eyes of his judgemental classmates, he loved drawing steamy erotic fanart of himself and the infamous and very lesbian bioterrorist, Poison Ivy.
It had been 3 months since his beloved Ivy had been admitted into Arkham Asylum. Oh, how Antwon hated that place. He couldn’t bear the thought of someone locking up his beloved snookums. As he lay awake in his bedroom, staring out his window into the dark Gotham city night ahead, he shifted his gaze to his wall, covered in newspaper clippings and polaroids he had snapped of his lovely lady. Rising to his knees, he plucked one of the pictures off the wall and held it to his heart.
“You’ll make it out one day my love…”
Just then, he glanced up at the TV in his bedroom. The screen glowed brightly, three words in bold plastered on the screen in front of him…
“ANOTHER ARKHAM ESCAPE!”
Immediately, Antwon knew how to take action.
Pulling up his second-favorite website, www.fuckthepoollice.com (his first being rule 34, naturally), a public website used to scan police radio frequencies, he was ready to investigate into his goonettes absconding escape. Naturally, she couldn't keep attention off of her for very long, so it turned into an overt escape as her natural beauty caught civilian eyes and drew attention towards her.
…Naturally.
“Attention all units! Poison Ivy was last seen loitering outside the public library. Locals say she was just standing there. Menacingly!”
The public library…
The cogs in Antwon’s brain began to tick.
The public library is right up the block!
Swiftly and without hesitation, Antwon slipped on his favorite loafers and hurriedly snuck down the stairs in a desperate dash to make it to the library before the police did. He knew only he could protect his one true homosexual and completely legal love from falling back into the shackles of the system.
If only he knew what his red headed green skinned goddess would say to him upon his arrival… He may have never left in such a hurry, if at all.