troia-donna-troy:
Counting Bodies Like Sheep: troia-donna-troy: Counting Bodies Like Sheep: troia-donna-troy:…
troia-donna-troy:
Counting Bodies Like Sheep: troia-donna-troy: redfuckinghood: troia-donna-troy: No it’s perfectly…
troia-donna-troy:
redfuckinghood:
troia-donna-troy:
No it’s perfectly fine and it tastes great…I really missed you Jason and seeing you again makes me…
She turns to him and looks him in the eyes. “I can handle myself and you don’t need to worry about me getting hurt. Jason I want to be with you and I want to make you happy.” She places a hand on his cheek.
“Donna…” he sighs and leans into her kissing her passionately. “Don’t get killed on me”
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RUN.
Jack had snapped. Joker was in control. Rae was huddled in the corner with various wounds and Jason was hot on his trail. Blood sweat and motor oil were spread all across Gotham by the end on the night when they ended up alone in a warehouse.
“This is what we call irony bird-brains” Joker smiled crashing the crow bar across Jason’s skull
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