She’s leaning it. Red lips close – so tantalising close it’s fucking taunting her and it’s fucking unfair. So fucking unfair. Because her heart’s pounding, her hands are already on her hips and her throat is so dry it could be a fucking desert.
And it’s so fucking unfair because this is not how it’s supposed to go, and how can her body just betray her like that, just give in to temptation wrapped in a black dress and with positively thirsty eyes?
‘Ellenya has left her mark on society. Society is not at all happy about it. In fact, there’ll be a hearing next week to determine if she’ll be required to REMOVE it (didn’t I warn you, sweetie?)’
'Tis true, I placed a taint of paint upon a Saint. The city lodged a complaint, said my art showed no restraint and I must repaint. I felt faint, so I feinted which, while quaint, did not halt my attaint or the banks distraint to pay the debts from all the paint. I guess I must adhere to their constraint…
It’s her (father’s) party and she’ll cry if she wants to, because Veronica and Betty’s killer costume idea was stolen by two crashers from Gotham City! Of course, she can’t know that she’s facing off with the real Poison Ivy, or that Betty’s about to get bopped by Harley Quinn herself. Whoops - $3.99
Betty and Veronica wake up in a place that seems nice—but something isn’t quite right. Maybe it’s the super-villain costumes they’re wearing. Or maybe it’s the henchmen chasing them and shouting about motorcycles and plants! Meanwhile, Riverdale doesn’t know what to do with certain members of the cheerleading squad. Co-published with Archie Comics.