Severe Distress
By: I'm Not Wearing Any Pants
When somebody doesn't pay enough attention to your incessant whining and tantruming.

SEVERE DISTRESS

The Sewer King woke up one day and realized nobody gave two shits about him, and by proxy, no one gave two shits about the original author who has chosen him to project all her internal self-loathing narcissist ex-boyfriend sissy dom revenge fantasies upon. That meant, much like the sewer system, the Batman fandom was in deep shit, for there would be an endless torrent of creepy textual diarrhea squirting from the buttocks of an infamous Suethor for three to five years until she gets bored and moves onto something else where she can groom new victims easier to write her free underwear sobbing fetish porn of her OCs disguised as canon characters and steal ideas off of.

"I had a brother once. But then I murdered him!" the King exclaimed. This might have been a lie, for he was a pathological liar. "I threw him into a pit full of my alligators when he tried to kidnap my betrothed. Her name was Harleen Quinlan. How I miss her tender boobage and traumatic addiction to abuse which made her easy to manipulate and slap around when I felt like it, until some jackass at DC finally started writing her with a spine. And thus I was separated tragically from my fetish object and property! I mean, my waifu!"

The Sewer King felt distress at being FOREVER ALONE'd so hard and began to shriek and cry. Then he scowled. Then he trembled. Then he frowned. Then he scowled again. Then he cried again. Then he farted, but silently. The alligators grunted and scampered away from the noxious fumes.

He rolled his eyes.

"If a man can't fart in the sewer in peace, he can't fart anywhere in peace!" he yelled. He tilted his head and pondered for an increment of time that we'll have to say is an hour. That's the only time increment that is favored with any regularity. "I hope Batman doesn't show up and beat the shit out of me and make me cry. I don't think he will because the narration in a self-insert masturbation fantasy of this magnitude rarely includes the main character unless the author wants to fuck them. And Batman is much too conventionally attractive and masculine for this Suethor's tastes."

Batman swung down from the ceiling and punched the Sewer King in the face.

"Go to hell, you gruesome child abusing pedophile," he growled in his Batman voice. Then he slapped the batcuffs on him. "And tell them I sent you."

And to no one's surprise nor concern, the Sewer King got booty bashed in jail and then stabbed to death.

THE END