Damsel Crying For Daddy
By: I'm Not Wearing Any Pants
Here's the new Isabella. Poor Batgirl. And it really doesn't matter who's the Craig, as long as it's some really ugly old guy with long hair who also sobs.

DAMSEL CRYING FOR DADDY

Batgirl and Batman were walking around in a really bad fanfic one dark and cruel Gotham Eve.

"Holy sissy fetish, Batgirl. We're in a shitfic," Batman quickly deduced.

"You don't have to be the world's greatest detective to understand that! By the way, why are we walking in the middle of the street like this," she questioned.

"Because stupid asshole pretending to be a Batman fanatic so they can flick their bean to a cuckold threesome of OCs disguised as Batman characters to gain attention to their shitfics," said Batman.

"Oh, so like, clickbait. Gotcha," said Batgirl, nodding She jiggled her boobs absent-mindedly. "So where's that sexy one episode wonder Daddy The Weeper at?"

Batman shook his head. "Hopefully not fucking the Joker. Because that would be the rarest pairing of all."

"Yaoi is a sin against God," Batgirl reasoned. "There's no reason to ship it if we can't get popularity off it."

Batman puked up some boring exposition no one cares about. He pounded on his chest a couple times. "Ugh, sorry. I don't know what's coming over me."

"Don't worry, Batty-Man! I'll keep you safe from that evil ol' Weeper," Batgirl joshed, and nudged Batman with her elbow. "Now I have to ask for a long, drawn out description of how Weeper looks! Because I'm stupid and being controlled by a Suethor and this is the most damning trait. Going into detail about a character's costume, repeatedly, like the audience is so stupid they don't know what that character looks like, nor could they be bothered to simply Google for quick reference. Because it's the author's Sue insert, hahahahahaha haw, and all detail is paid to them, no matter how dumb and boring it is." She nudged Batman again.

"Knock it off," said Batma gruffly.

"Sorry," she said and folded her arms behind her back.

"The Weeper is right there," Batman said, and pointed down the street. The Weeper was conveniently wandering around in the streets, doing nothing. Just crying. "Convenient."

"Ooh, dem's some fine old man stick legs," Batgirl moaned to herself. "What a gentleman. I bet he compulsively takes off his hat to women." She ran over, tongue flapping in the breeze. "HEY, OLDIE! ARE YOU SINGLE? I HAVE GERONTOPHILIA! Brucie isn't do it for me anymore, so I had to escalate to somebody even older to get anything out of it. Pretty soon I'm gonna only be able to orgasm from bumping on corpses."

"Hi, Batman. I'm voiced by Tim Conway. My whole thing is crying and murder. In this show, I'm credited with creating themed supervillainy and inspiring The Joker. Now, I am simply reduced to walking fetish material," he admitted before crying harder and bringing an already sopping wet handkerchief to his face. "Welp, time to show my undies." Weeper began to undo his pants.

"That's enough, really," said Batman, putting out a hand.

"No, I have to." Weeper dropped his pants and exposed his undies, much to the dismay of all involved.

Batgirl screamed and burst into tears.

Batman slapped The Weeper to the ground. He bawled louder.

"What the fuck is even going on," Batgirl sobbed.

"This story fucking sucks," the Weeper sobbed back.

"I broke a nail," said Batgirl, sobbing even harder.

"So did I," sobbed the Weeper.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP," yelled Batman.

Christ, what an entertaining story.

THE END