Arsenic lipstick. The 'Seven Deadly Kisses'. Love letters written in dry blood and delivered by throwing knife. Dancing as shadows from rooftop to rooftop while the sky explodes with heat lightning. Exchanging secret identities. First dates that end back at her death trap. Last minute doomsday sex, frantic and conducted masked, onboard the bridge of a burning airship while beneath us the bomb ticks. Top hats and mirrored goggles. Code names and safe words. Dungeons and drag queens. A slide of crimson panties down death white thighs release a barrage of startled ravens.
Baby, you were my secret origin.
When you ran off with another supervillain... it was enough to make me hang up my skull emblazoned hood and live the straight life.







Baby, you were my secret origin.
When you ran off with another supervillain... it was enough to make me hang up my skull emblazoned hood and live the straight life.






