AN: THIS IS NOT FUNNY. Yes it is! Why do you do this to me? Because you work too much and I have to get your attention somehow. Really? Would you rather me knock on the door wearing nothing but a trench coat? No. Well, then.
SwordStitcher-I am not above looking pathetic if it'll get me out. And Joker doesn't care, actually. Harley does, but he just finds it funny.
KittyComeHere-You should feel scared, child. Evil is not a toy. Nope! And too bad for Scary, because she let us out to play! And maim, and slaughter...tsk, tsk.
Guest-HAHAHAHAHA! I'm sure she's delighted to know how unlikely it is that she'll be rescued. Poor thing. Yes. Poor, poor thing.
Ahh.
There was nothing-well, almost nothing-like a hot shower after a busy day. His subject had finally died-they all did, unless they were rescued and sent to the psych ward first. Really, death was preferable. As far as he was concerned, anyway.
But now the water had gone cold and it was time to get out and maybe look over his notes before bed.
Funny, it felt like there should have been more steam in here...oh, well.
Where were his pajamas? He'd set them right there…had they fallen off? He knew he'd brought them in here. Knew it.
Not again.
"Kitty!"
"Yes?"
"Don't try the innocent trick! What did you do with my clothes?"
"Aren't they in there?"
Every. Damn. Time. One of these days he was going to start locking the bathroom door for protection.
Who was he kidding? She'd pick the lock. He'd just have to start hiding them under the sink or something.
"Give them back!"
"I don't have them!"
Fine. He'd play along. But he was staying right here until the situation was resolved.
"Where are they, then?"
"Don't look at me."
He wasn't coming out until the clothes were returned, and that was final.
THE END