SwordStitcher-I suspect it was the fact that she was related that upset her. It must be so nice to like your family members. And it was gruesome. The stains wouldn't come out. They have a rug in there now to hide it. If I'm quick I can flip the edge up and give the new therapists a nasty shock.

KittyComeHere-I thought she'd make me deaf, with that pitch. 'WHAT DO YA MEAN, YA KILLED YOUR GRANDMA?' It isn't that difficult of a concept to understand. We had our differences, and I got rid of her. Perfectly simple.

Just-Me-and-My-Brain-I would indeed. There are some things that never need to be mentioned again, and if murder is the only way to keep them buried, well...she'd be very easy to poison. Give her a chocolate-chip-cyanide-cookie and watch the fun.

Jasmine Scarthing-Idiot child. Sometimes I wonder how the Joker hasn't killed her to shut her up...or at least removed her tongue. Something. Maybe he likes the noise. He certainly makes enough racket to wake the dead.

Arkham's breakfast was questionable at best and 'do not eat if you don't want food poisoning' at worst.

Actually, all of their meals were like that. To be fair, the canteen wasn't much better. If anything, it was safer to eat the inmates' food. The odds of there being actual poison in it was much lower.

This morning it was oatmeal. They claimed it was oatmeal, anyway. It didn't look like oatmeal. It (probably) didn't taste like oatmeal. It didn't smell like anything, oatmeal or otherwise.

Nope. He had the stomach flu.

He forced a few bites in-better that than the possibility of the feeding tube-before shoving it aside. There. Breakfast. Ugh. Thank god he wasn't much of a breakfast-eater.

"Morning, love."

"Hi, Kitty…when did you get here?"

"One in the morning. Surprised you didn't hear it."

"I was in solitary for manipulating my therapist into jumping out the window."

"Did he die?"

"No. He landed on an orderly and they're both in the hospital."

"Damn."

"How'd you get back?"

"Batman. Harley and I were having a girls' night out, since you and Joker were in here, and he didn't like it."

"What were you doing?"

"Shopping. It's not my fault if we had to kill the clerk for being a perv." Oh. That explained a lot. "I got you something. They took it from me, though, so you'll have to wait until I can take it back."

"What is it?"

"You'll see." She leaned over and kissed his nose. "After being thrown into a mannequin and dragged back here at one AM, you'd think they could give me something besides…goop."

He would have appreciated something else, too, but it couldn't be helped. Although…it wasn't horribly difficult to break out when there were two of them.

"What'd you get me, anyway?"

"It's a secret."

"Kitty-!"

"Fine." She grinned at him and prodded the glass of pulpy orange juice. "You know that song that Scarecrow likes? 'When You're Evil'?"

"Yes…"

"I found a shirt with a line from it."

"What line?"

"While there's grannies left to trip down the stairs…"

Thank god this was Arkham. Nobody noticed if you burst out laughing in the middle of breakfast.

THE END