What do you think when you fall from the sky and your butt almost breaks in half?
At least I am definitely no longer in the mood to think about how many more consecutive nights I have to work to finish the project at hand and get rid of my difficult boss. Damn it, it hurt like hell, and the bottom of my butt was wet and had a strong smell, like thirty men's clothes and socks that hadn't been washed for thirty days were piled together.
I touched it, and the feeling was cold and sticky. Before I could see what it was, I saw a man who had wrapped himself tightly and seemed to have mysophobia standing aside and looking at me, with a ferocious expression on his face that was a little frightened, and a little excited mixed with the fright.
... What's going on?
So a strange situation formed, I stared at him, he stared at me, and then something seemed to be touching me under my butt. I looked down and found that it was a hand. Broken hand. Hands on a half-dismembered corpse. The wet and sticky thing on my hand was a large stain of blood.
…Oops.
When I looked up at him again, the man was slowly raising the chainsaw in his hand towards me.
Help, I might really be in trouble this time!
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Gotham TV series fic, original female protagonist, male protagonist The Riddler, that's it!
Concept: Gotham love story