Paper Planes

IX

A/N: Biiiiig chapter, my friends!!! I'm so so so excited for you guys to read this!
Also, can we admire how great his ass looks in those pants? Purple is soooo his color (and, ironically, my favorite color).

HERE WE GO!!!!

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"It's a pretty big shock to realise that the only people you can identify with are psychopathic killers."
—Dan Wells

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Bleaker and Horton sat at the kitchen island, both equally occupied with separate tasks.

Bleaker spent his time thoroughly cleaning the rifle he'd used at the strip club three days prior. Horton, on the other hand, had his nose stuffed in his favorite classic novel, Wuthering Heights.

"You know," Horton began, creasing the top corner of the page before snapping the book shut. "Heathcliff and Catherine's relationship is kind of fucked up."

"Uh, what?" Bleaker rose an eyebrow, wiping the discarded magazine clean as he inserted it back into place. "Are you talking about that dumbass book?"

"It's not a dumbass book, Bleak. It's a classic!" Horton defended, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance as he climbed from the stool, holding the book close to his chest.

"Don't even bother explaining it to me, bud. I could honestly care less. Haven't read a single book in my entire life."

"That's a shame, dude. There's nothing better than being completely immersed in a book. It's like, being able to escape the real world." Horton rambled, reopening the book as he flipped to his saved page.

Bleaker raised an eyebrow. He so desperately wanted to toss out an insulting "gay joke", but he kept his mouth shut.

"It's just such a shame because it seems like they're destined to be together, but their relationship is nothing short of dysfunctional." Horton vented, his eyes glued to the page.

"Hm." Bleaker blandly replied.

"I always said that I wanted to name my first born child Heathcliff." The portly blonde boy continued to ramble, immersing himself in their world once more as Bleaker shook his head.

"Kinda hard to have kids when you want to be with the boss, ain't it?"

Horton shot him a scolding glare before returning to his novel.

Both of the men jumped slightly when the front door suddenly burst open, colliding loudly with the wall as the brass handle left a gaping hole in the drywall.

Horton dropped his book, quickly folding the corner to ensure that his spot isn't lost before the pages glided shut.

The Joker strode into the detriorated building, his shoulders hunched as he swung his left arm freely, his right tucked behind his back as he fiddled with the hem of his coat. A muscular man followed close on his heel, strutting a buzz cut and beady, black eyes.

"Gentle-men," Joker began, smacking his lips together as he thrust an arm in the strangers direction. "I'd-uh, like yah to meet Grim."