AN: Actual rhyme. I couldn't pass it up, I mean...look at it.

Christineoftheopera-Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.


Well, look what they had here! Three of Gotham's elected officials, all trussed up like turkeys.

Today was a new experiment, one that he had never gotten to try due to space requirements and other difficulties. But now…now the stars had aligned!

He made sure the concrete blocks were tied securely to their feet, tossed a capsule into the tank, and waited for a few minutes for it to take effect. Soon enough, the screaming started and the men began knocking their heads against the sides of the tank.

It was time to turn on the faucet.

"Three wise men of Gotham went to sea in a bowl."

Unfortunately, there had no bowl handy. Alas.

"If the bowl had been stronger, my song would have been longer."

He settled down in a chair in front of the tank. The screams had grown louder-especially now that the water had risen over the concrete. Then…

"OH MY GOD NO!"

What did they think it was? A snake? The Blob That Ate Everyone? Oh, this should be fun.

The water rose. At least one of them attempted to smack the water and was mentally unable to remove his hand from it.

When Batman kicked down the door an hour or so later, he found a laughing Scarecrow and three very frightened-looking, very dead officials.

Scarecrow got a concussion.

Worth it.

THE END