DPJ part 18

The Previous Parts are here, trying to get Dick Grayson’s home phone number. Odds are they’ll get it.

Here is the next part of this fic. I’m shocked—Clark’s cooperating! Can you believe it? I’m stunned, completely. This part has been less of a joy to write and more an exercise in excruciating mental agony. And I’m not just saying that so you’ll say, but Roxy, this is brilliant.
Well, okay, yes, I am going for that –but really. It was hard. Feel my pain? No?
Oh, all right, I’m having gangs of fun. But the part coming up is hard. Lucas is getting harder to balance and I keep tipping over into sympathy for him and that’s wrong. He’s an asshole—totally an asshole. I have to keep coming back and snipping bits out. He’s so manipulative, he’s manipulating me!
Am I the only one bullied by her characters? Sigh so pathetic…but hey! Enough about me!

Please to be enjoying a fresh new slice of fic! Mmmmm! Ice cream anyone?
( DPJupiter part 18 )

Mmm! Smell The Insanity!

Aaah! It's that time of the month again, my dears! The part where I go absolutely barking nuts and make my beloveds' lives a miserable torment. I remember the good old days when I just used to get cranky and snappy, but now! Wow! Now it's all different.( cut for blab-effin' blab, now with extra added whining! )

You know I love you, right? Look! mood thingy!