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The Duke cackled as he made his way across the city. He had successfully disrupted the routes of the bin men—the streets would soon be OVERFLOWING with garbage.
Oh yeah and he did some light arson but who’s counting?
Speaking of arson… who’s that HOTTIE over there? Tall and sexy and completely wreathed in shadows. Mayhaps he might be convinced to get a little dirty…
Duke stepped off the roof, doing a flip on the way down. He landed directly on his knee and cracked both the pavement and his hip.
“Ough~~ Damn I haven’t popped my hip that good since the last time I was riding on-“ A knife flew past his face. The shadow man in the hat was facing him now, arm extended.
“Oooo already showing me your knife? I can work with that.”
“You disgust me.”
Hoooo boy. Duke fanned his face. That voice God DAMN. “That’s the idea, sweetheart. I’m the trash man. And baby I musta taken too much Benedryll because you sir are the man of my sexy sexy sleep paralysis dreams.”
“What.”
Here goes. “I think we should bone,” Duke says, grinning wildly.
The Hatman frowns. “No.”
“Baby just let me try to rizz you up.”
“No.”
The Duke falls to his knees. “Please please please please please please please please-“
The Hatman cuts him off. “Oh my god fine.”
Duke pauses. “Wait for real?”
“Just- ugh, take a bath first.”
“FUCK YEAH BABYYYYYY”