A cunningly edited selection of the think-thoughting session from 402 to highlight Malcolm’s dawning apprehension that hell isn’t other people; hell is Quiet Batpeople.
(If I’d been a little more on the ball I would have posted this yesterday which was the same day this happened without being the same date since the Wednesday before Remembrance Sunday in 2011 was actually November 9th.)
Malcolm/Helen? A tiny little one scene or something please? Love your fics :)
“She’ll no’ forgive you for this if she found out”
“Shut the fuck up, I’ll deal with Nicola, you deal with me”
Malcolm obliged, biting Helen’s lower lip and pushing her harder against the wall of the cupboard they were hidden in. Her legs hooked around his waist and he practically purred as her fingernails sunk harshly into his back.
Yes, Malcolm would deal with Helen. He’d deal with her until she was an exhausted mass in his hands.