Not Changing The Story Titles Makes Them Easier To Copy
By: I'm Not Wearing Any Pants
Original story, do not copy, you uncreative plagiarists who don't know how to write. I'm not saying this because I'm totally jealous of your ability to write versus my own lack of ability. Do not possibly put 2 and 2 together and realize I myself have been copying and plagiarizing while calling everyone else in the fandom hypocrites who have so few idea, they need to steal off everyone else. I assume you are too stupid to notice anyway.

NOT CHANGING THE STORY TITLES MAKES THEM EASIER TO COPY

We join our weepman, the Weeper, ignoring the fuck out of The Joker and anyone else who isn't designated cream cheese background fodder to be puppeted any way le Suethor sees fit, wandering Gotham for hours because who wants to write an actual plot that's in any way entertaining. That's for suckers. Now let's scream harder about how everyone ignores our fantastic fanfiction. This is genius level literature, folks. George RR Martin, eat your fucking heart out.

Somewhere, Stephenie Meyer shuddered, then burst into riotous laughter.

"There wasn't a story to write," said the Weeper before he burst into delicious tears. "So I'm just gonna sit here and cry until the other plot device shows up."

He cried for hours until a vast puddle formed around him.

A kitten, take a drink and put a checkmark on the list, showed up and happily drank from the puddle.

"Oh boy, the cat fetish has arrived," said the Weeper. He pet the cat. "This isn't the most blatant gratuitous and reoccuring author appeal in the world over the past five or seven years. No one notices yet, right? Surely not. " Nobody notices the constant underwear exposing and hysterical sobbing either. Thank God we don't have to count in rape and watersports for now. He pulled the cat into his lap and continued to stroke its back as it purred while wishing he had some chocolate cake and Pepsi.

Batman showed up. "Everyone hates my Diedrich Bader voice," he said gruffly, in the voice that took ages for anyone in the fandom to adapt to, and some never did, before the kitten jumped into his muscular arms. "Batman, up, up, and awaaaaaaaaaay!"He grappled up and away with the happy kitty under his crazed vigilante protection and was not seen for quite some time after this despite being a prominent main character. Hint: It's because the person writing all these shitty self-insertion fetish fics has no interest in the Batman franchise as a whole, just three interchangeable characters for entirely porn related reasons, and it shows.

The Weeper began scream-crying. "MY ONLY MEANS OF COMPANIONSHIP! BATMAN, YOU DICKHOLE! I'LL NEVER GET OVER THIS!" It was an evident truth.

His pants fell down, exposing his ducky print undies, and he cried some more on the ground, pounding his fists and feet on the pavement.

"MOMMAH! MOMMAH! COME AND MAKE BABY-BOO FEEL BETTER! TELL ME I'M SPECIAL FOR BEING POSITIVELY MUNDANE AND UNABLE TO GRASP BASIC HUMAN CONCEPTS!"

But there was no momma, and that's why he was even more sad. He began to suck his thumb while wishing he could fuck Batgirl. Or as he liked to call her...Isabella.

"Hell, you could just call her Vagina, because that fits, seeing how all female characters are brainless sluts who can only sob and obsess over babies and who crave a dominant man to abuse them and misinterpret that as love or romance in every other story like this one," said Brother Sasha. I mean Weeper. He shrugged.

Batgirl showed up, falling flat on her face in the middle of the street because she no longer knew how to do anything that required the slightest amount of intelligence. Thus was the fate of all female characters in this universe. Rape and graphic torture so a man can sob over their repetitive death notwithstanding, luckily. At least there hasn't been a random freak blizzard avalanche stolen from Pokémon: Birth of MewTwo. She picked herself up, thew out her arms and yelled, "TA-DA! I'm a lamp!" She noticed Weeper, standing there, looking all sexy. "Hey, Mister. Wanna see what I can do?" She jammed her fist into her mouth and began sucking it.

Weeper's wrinkly old man meat sprang to attention. "Holy shit, that's amazing! We should fuck because I'm a man and you're a woman. Nothing else matters."

Batgirl gasped, her eyes becoming the size of dinner plates. "We totally should! Except people will yell because that's taboo and we're pretending to be superior to all the other heavily implied degenerates in the fandom thanks to the narcissism making our hypocrisy stand out, so we're just gonna have to smack our underwear covered butts together instead of putting naughties in each other to make kawaii malformed Sue babbys, okay?" she said.

"Okay," said Weeper.

They stripped to their underwear and began slamming their butts together while chanting "THIS IS HOT, THIS IS SO HOT! YEAH!"

And then buffalo hot wings and fries rained down from the sky.

THE END