So What If I Sucked His Dick. His Knuckles Were Split And Bloody From Defending My Safety And My Honour

so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do

This meeting is long overdue

if thsi gets popular im gonan make a trevor silly compilaitn YAYYYYYY

You know, this is precisely why I never answer to summons, invitations, or suggestions from the other members of we happy few, Gotham’s elite.  One wayward phrase, a simple challenge and suddenly the very notion of stepping on toes is grounds for nightmares that the staff at Arkham would have a heyday with.  Scarecrow, the perennial spoil sport…not that Doctor Crane was ever an eligible participant in this little round; not after a long history of dreadful performances on even the simplest brain teasers.  No, no, no…so quick to anger, o’mighty Phobos!  For shame, for shame. (Dipping my toes back into the water after a lengthy pseudo hiatus spurred on by a variety of life circumstances that have since been taken care of or are on the mend.  These photos are actually from the beginning of last month.  I’ll be steadily getting back to each of you who have so generously left messages over time.  As such I’d like to extend my thanks to each and every one of you lovely folk!)

Goodness gracious. Who put all these rogues in my pocket

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