Summary:
George is sick of the cocky, rich playboy Dream and how everyone idolizes him. So, the infamous cat burglar breaks into Dream's mansion to rob him and get revenge.
AKA: Catwoman/Batman but make it DNF
"Bad kitty," a deep voice sounded, cutting through the thunder-soaked air.
The voice let out a condescending tsk, the tongue click dripping in patronization.
George's whole body froze, his muscles tensing where he felt pearls under his black fabric.
He dared to turn around to face the raspy, disembodied voice.
As he did so, he was met with the handsome face of the one, the only— Dream.
CLANG
George's face was bathed in the violet light of the lightning clap.
He let out a disgruntled huff, barely audible over the harsh downpour of rain, falling in heavy beads of wet greyscale.
His chestnut-coloured splattering of freckles was dusted with beads of the rainfall.
The small droplets magnified the skin underneath in dull shades of grey in between.
Everything was grey, once he thought of it.
The thick overcast that drowned out the moon was grey— its viscous atmosphere dulled every colour and drowned it in greyscale with it.
The gothic-style mansion was grey— with its pointed black spokes, its streaks of dark rust that looked like weeping tear stains.
The hill it sat atop was grey— with its grass that swayed with the summer storm that plagued the night.
CLANG
Everything was grey, until the lightning flashed and turned everything amethyst with staggering adamantine.
It only happened for just a second, illuminating raindrops with the electricity that sounded off in the distance.
Then, the purple light was gone and the world was plunged into monochrome yet again.
George headed towards the mansion, seeing its large double doors and connected towers.
The extravagant mansion looked exactly like the photos in the newspaper, even without the need for printed colour.
WAYNE MANOR— the etched plaques beyond the gates said, the home of Clay Wayne.
Always wearing black suits and shining chains, the elusive yet alluring rich playboy had too much money and not enough of an attention span.
He was better known to the public as Dream, so-called due to his dashing good looks and his dreamy demeanour that shined with golden ore.
Dream was always at the centre of public discussion— everyone knew of him and kept his enchanted name on their sharp tongues.
His handsome face was always plastered on front covers and his name was always thrown into news titles for the 25¢ it drew in.
The people of their city idolized Dream— they sucked up to him for financial favours and invitations to his expensive house parties.
Dream's parties and charity balls were legendary, featuring sparkling drinks in glass shooters and fireworks that dazzled like champagne ice.
Everyone worshipped Dream like he was a golden deity, a literal god.
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Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)
RomansMY ACCOUNT GOT DELETED AND SADLY SO DID MY BOOK SO UHM HERE IS A REUPLOAD ILL TRY TO REUPLOAD EVERYTHING BUT I MIGHT FORGOT SOME OF THE CHAPTERS BC THERE WAS SO MUCH BUT I DID WRITE SOME IN GOOGLE DOCS SO-
