SuperJon: you dropped the f-bomb. Pay up.
BatKid: excuse you?
SuperJon: I'm telling Mom if you don't put in a pence in the swear jar, Connor. Then she'll make you put in a crisp five pound note.
SuperKon: but I didn't say it.
SuperKon: I typed.
SuperJon: doesn't make a difference.
BatKid: if your mother made us use a swear jar, she would have been a billionaire by now.
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SuperJon: guess who's dropping a new single soon?
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BatKid: who? Me? Lies...
SuperKon: wait...
SuperKon: I hadn't known you could smile, Damian.
SuperJon: of course he can smile. I have proofs.
BatKid: don't you fucking dare, Jon!
SuperKon: yes you do the dare, Jon, I need proofs.
SuperJon: there you have it.
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SuperKon: that's not our Dami.
BatKid: definitely an impostor.
SuperJon: but I have more.
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Drunk Texting | T. Drake ✔
Fanfiction"If you don't go to sleep right now, I'll borrow Harley's hammer and knock you out with it." "If that means I'll get to see you before I slip into the abyss of eternal darkness, then please do." [Timothy Drake] [Started: 02/20/2020] [Completed: 03...
