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Arkham Buddies
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    Time 2h 54m
Complete, First published Jan 16, 2021
Mature
I don't remember how long I've been locked in here. A week? A month? Two maybe? All I know is that he will come rescue me. He always does. First because he loves me and can't live too long without me and second because it's kind of his fault if I ended up in jail. Once again.
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Addicted to this friendship

10 parts Complete Mature

I'm addicted to him, his name explains everything I want from him. His name explains why I want him so bad and I can't help myself but long for more.