AN: Contains references/spoilers for Arkham Asylum. If you haven't played through or cheated off the internet by now, that's not my problem. Old. Moved.
"Eaten!"
"I know."
"By that…that…thing!"
"I recall the details, thank you."
"What do these people take me for? I liked the glove. I might use the body-bag trick. But eaten, Kitty! Like a chip! I don't even like chips!"
Kitty sighed and rubbed her temples. He was upset. She couldn't blame him, but he was being a little ridiculous.
She honestly didn't know where he'd gotten the thing or why. She didn't care, either. All that mattered was that he had found some Batman game, huffed at it, and then found out they'd included him as a villain. The game had been fun. Then Killer Croc had eaten the Scarecrow.
"It's a game, love. Just a game. They did good otherwise."
"Eaten." he seethed. "If I find out whose idea that was, so help me…"
"Yes, yes, I know. They'll be banished into a never-ending nightmare."
"Worse! I'll feed them to Croc, see how they like it!"
Fine, fine. Now would he please shut up so she could read in peace?
Jonathan flopped down in his armchair, caressing his mask in his hands and scowling at the game case.
"Eaten." he muttered. "Humph."
He was quiet after that. Finally! Now she could sit back and enjoy her paperback.
"I might get one of those gloves, though."
"No."
THE END