Viva Las Vegas! Welcome to the bewitching lights, beguiling glamour and the lust that society damns to hell... *Discontinued*
When Frank was younger, he thougth superpowers were the shit. *DISCONTIUNED* If anyone wishes to see the end, e-mail me.
I mainly babble on about music and movies. And being a Batman Nerd.
I hope to God that they did. Basically me just getting this out and pretending it happened in a fic.
Frank runs his very own gang in LA, 1952. Gerard's the boy stuck in the diner, whilst Ray plays role of advisor for Frank and his trigger happy self...
You guys all love stories, and I have found (and saved, I'll admit...) quite a lot, and I thought I'd share then :D
Frank paints Gerard's nails a disgusting colour one morning, and Gerard gets his revenge.
"Do you remember that we said if neither of us were married by the time we were thirty -" "That'd we'd marry each other? Yeah, what about it?"