This is a love story at its core, not a story about serial killers, not a story about victims. The bodies in every state- every country- they are all just props. Just backdrops to important moments; moments like when Cookie kissed Qween for the first time, where they held hands and clasped the knife between them. Thei...
"You done yet?" A voice fell into the room, impatient, brash, and accompanied by the faint smell of smoke, meaning it could only be one of them. "No, and neither are you, don't you have a job to do?" Shawm asked, without turning around. There was a chuckle, closer than before, which meant that Cookie had entered the...
I have a batfamily and these are out conversations that we have. They are all in the comments. WARNING BAD LANGUAGE AND MORE