Sweetp4u
Mischief Maker
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Detective Stowe – Bruce Wayne – A very indecent proposal!
Did I know Mr. Playboy was looking up under his shirt I wore, no. Or he might have been smacked or at least ‘frowned heavily upon’. That sounds professional and legal-consequence free… Which is what my mind is whispering as I stare around the place. Just.. amazing.. Odd, but yeah. That.
“You going to march in there and tell Bipolar King he can’t be mayor?” Is my quip, I know.. I know! I am a smart ass, you’re welcome! He is correct, the city is rife with dissidence. Far to many are the ‘have nots’ than the ‘have’, and that imbalance coupled with corruption in every damned branch of our government, it’s almost always chaos around here.
Turning to talk about how to de-throne the King, I am privy to a very naked backside. Mouth open, going to do that word making thing, or so I thought I was. Damn! Okay that is one fit man, and yes I am ogling those goodies, don’t judge. Watching through the suspenseful fog, and that suit be .. applied? I mean he doesn’t have to do one leg at a time here folks. Shit, I need one of these and seams going the other way.. apparently. Once outfitted, he’s turning around and I am wiping my expression blank, looking a bit displeased.
Revenge is putting it mildly. I became a cop and worked my tight ass off climbing every opportunistic ladder rung (sans sex you perverts!) to get where I am today. Working every damned shift, under every able bodied T.O. that would take me along, and it paid off. Ambition I have in droves…
That? That right there! He may as well have asked me if I want syphilis or quadruplets! Do I know how to lure a man? Why the hell would I want that?! I suppose the expression on my face tells him the very thoughts I am having right now because I am literally horrified at that whole stupid thought process that he just vomited out of his mouth.
“If you are thinking undercover work, it’s too late for that. He knows I’m a cop. AND He came back from death for Harley! He went on enough about that one to be absolutely clear what and who he is after and there for.” Do I know how to appeal to men! The nerve of this guy, and yes, I am glaring right at him. “The last thing I ever try to do is appeal to men, Mr. Wayne.” Is the snippy retort, clearly offended he even suggested such a play…
Thumb nail to lips, chewing at it as I think this through. “I don’ have murder proof armor.. You should flirt with the psycho..” I know! Again, that smart-ass rears her snitty head. Did he really find me appealing? Hard to say in all .. THAT chaos and neurotic mind of his, and his words. “Maybe because Harley thought I was sexy?” Face scrunching up a bit, not at all thrilled with this whole line of thought here. I know what he is getting at, is it our best shot? I can feel my entire body shudder a bit, I had my mouth on his…. ! I am hearing Pussycat Dolls in my head, complete with BEEP noises...
Question here Stowe…. How badly do you want justice?
“Alright. I’m game. Show me or tell me..” hands rub a bit on my thigh before they cross under breasts. “How do I appeal to .. Him?” This is a fool’s game, and I am the new jester. “Harley was all in..” Is the words that come out of my mouth, a grin forming there. “She is almost as crazy as he is, but she is sweeter and not vampiric!” I look at him expectantly, since he brought up this whole idea in the first place, he better have some great insight to how I appeal to the Joker..
Forgive me, Dad…
Did I know Mr. Playboy was looking up under his shirt I wore, no. Or he might have been smacked or at least ‘frowned heavily upon’. That sounds professional and legal-consequence free… Which is what my mind is whispering as I stare around the place. Just.. amazing.. Odd, but yeah. That.
“You going to march in there and tell Bipolar King he can’t be mayor?” Is my quip, I know.. I know! I am a smart ass, you’re welcome! He is correct, the city is rife with dissidence. Far to many are the ‘have nots’ than the ‘have’, and that imbalance coupled with corruption in every damned branch of our government, it’s almost always chaos around here.
Turning to talk about how to de-throne the King, I am privy to a very naked backside. Mouth open, going to do that word making thing, or so I thought I was. Damn! Okay that is one fit man, and yes I am ogling those goodies, don’t judge. Watching through the suspenseful fog, and that suit be .. applied? I mean he doesn’t have to do one leg at a time here folks. Shit, I need one of these and seams going the other way.. apparently. Once outfitted, he’s turning around and I am wiping my expression blank, looking a bit displeased.
Revenge is putting it mildly. I became a cop and worked my tight ass off climbing every opportunistic ladder rung (sans sex you perverts!) to get where I am today. Working every damned shift, under every able bodied T.O. that would take me along, and it paid off. Ambition I have in droves…
That? That right there! He may as well have asked me if I want syphilis or quadruplets! Do I know how to lure a man? Why the hell would I want that?! I suppose the expression on my face tells him the very thoughts I am having right now because I am literally horrified at that whole stupid thought process that he just vomited out of his mouth.
“If you are thinking undercover work, it’s too late for that. He knows I’m a cop. AND He came back from death for Harley! He went on enough about that one to be absolutely clear what and who he is after and there for.” Do I know how to appeal to men! The nerve of this guy, and yes, I am glaring right at him. “The last thing I ever try to do is appeal to men, Mr. Wayne.” Is the snippy retort, clearly offended he even suggested such a play…
Thumb nail to lips, chewing at it as I think this through. “I don’ have murder proof armor.. You should flirt with the psycho..” I know! Again, that smart-ass rears her snitty head. Did he really find me appealing? Hard to say in all .. THAT chaos and neurotic mind of his, and his words. “Maybe because Harley thought I was sexy?” Face scrunching up a bit, not at all thrilled with this whole line of thought here. I know what he is getting at, is it our best shot? I can feel my entire body shudder a bit, I had my mouth on his…. ! I am hearing Pussycat Dolls in my head, complete with BEEP noises...
Question here Stowe…. How badly do you want justice?
“Alright. I’m game. Show me or tell me..” hands rub a bit on my thigh before they cross under breasts. “How do I appeal to .. Him?” This is a fool’s game, and I am the new jester. “Harley was all in..” Is the words that come out of my mouth, a grin forming there. “She is almost as crazy as he is, but she is sweeter and not vampiric!” I look at him expectantly, since he brought up this whole idea in the first place, he better have some great insight to how I appeal to the Joker..
Forgive me, Dad…
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