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Ghost Gators A Poppin'
By: I'm Not Wearing Any Pants
In which animals die for no real reason so Daddy can be sad. This somehow equals amazing emotional depth and adds complexity to this villain.
GHOST GATORS A POPPIN'
We join our real hero and main character of the Batman franchise, the Sewer King, king of all Daddies, and cuddler of cute alligators, in his sewer domain. He was smiling into space for an hour while playing with his gators. Like Doctor Animo all those years ago.
"No fucking correlation," Sewer King yelled, glaring at the fourth wall. He continued to cuddle his gators. "Who's hungry? Because I sure am. Literally all I think about is food, degradation sissy cuckold porn, cats, and crying on the internet how oppressed and misunderstood I am on my various incel dominated forums."
The alligators dropped dead. Because as we all know, sleeping is just a metaphor for death.
"Okay then," said the Sewer King, staring at them glumly.
And then he was forever alone.
He began to cry relentlessly in the darkness. "Why does everything I touch die?" He grabbed his face in his hands and continued to sob hysterically.
The alligators became ghosts and appeared in front of him.
"MUH BABIES! YOU'RE ALIVE!" Sewer King exclaimed when he uncovered his eyes. He shit his pants and bent over, overwhelmed by a crippling pain. "But I'm not. Oh, shit."
He passed out and died shortly after, then became a ghost and joined his gator babies in the astral realm.
"Well, that happened," he said, shrugging.
THE END