AN: It was inevitable. PROTIP: just send them with the empty box. It'll make life easier for everyone.

SwordStitcher-We shall never know. But I want that glove.

Voodoo-Mutant-Child-It is impractical. And ITCHY. Don't ask how I know this.

Jasmine Scarthing-Oh, no? That's good. For your sake.

He supposed it had to happen sometime, but that didn't mean he had to like it. And why were there so…many? Honestly, what was the difference between these things?

Jonathan Crane stood in the women's health section of the store at a complete loss. He was surrounded by twitching, whimpering victims-he'd forgotten his wallet and been forced to resort to robbery.

Really? What idiot insisted on making a thousand different types? They were cardboard and cotton. How many types were really necessary?

There was an annoying jingling noise and he made to put his mask back on. It was only Joker, who looked a little the worse for wear.

"Jonny-baby! What brings you here at this time of night?"

Jonathan raised an eyebrow and gestured to the Aisle of Confusion.

"Guess."

"You too, huh?"

"Yes."

Joker joined him in staring at the brightly-colored boxes. Jonathan was slightly gratified to see that the clown looked just as confused as he was.

"I'm surprised you're bothering."

"She won't shut up." Joker grumbled. "Why are there so many of these things?"

Jonathan shrugged. After a minute, he went up to the front and came back with a large bag. He was not going to stand here all night wondering.

"Not bad."

There. One of everything plus chocolate ice cream and tea.

He was halfway down the block when there was a KA-BOOM! Joker must not have wanted anyone to know about this errand. He couldn't blame him.

"Kitty?"

"Hi, love."

She looked awful, but at least she wasn't homicidal anymore. That was good.

"I wasn't sure…so…um…here." He dropped the bag at her feet and stepped out of grabbing range. Usually once the murderous urges were gone, she turned into a crier. He didn't want to be cried on right now. Or at all, really.

"Ta." She dragged the bag into their room and shut the door. Jonathan let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

If he never had to make that errand again, it would be too soon.

THE END