AN: Not new. Moved.
Kitty Richardson had never really had worries about her boyfriend. Well, normal ones. She was pretty sure worrying about getting caught by the Batman didn't count.
As of late, though, there'd been some crazy people
bitches
stalking them. Really! What kind of nutters got a crush on a guy in a mask who turned people into raving lunatics? She brought it up to Jonathan once, but he thought it was funny.
"I should gas them and see what happens." he joked.
"They'll probably chase you down for another helping."
She seriously considered dealing with it herself, but then decided that they were probably just stupid teenagers. She'd her fair share of stalkers, after all. Again…why? She would never know.
She was taking notes on a new subject when the door flew open. It slammed shut a second later.
"Jonathan?"
"Next time, you're going."
"Why?"
"They're waiting outside."
"Really?"
"They followed me all over the place! Batman could learn from them."
"Okay."
"Go deal with them."
"No!"
"Yes! They tried to hug me."
Oh, for…really? Really? These people must be insane.
"Why didn't you gas them?"
"I was in broad daylight and for once, nobody recognized me. Except them."
"Jonathan," she said slowly, "I told you so. Remember?"
"Punch me in the face. Maybe the bruises will turn them off."
"No. Then you'll just look pathetic and they'll love you even more."
He sighed.
"I'm never going out again."
Well. At least they'd scared him straight. Better safe than sorry. No one could accuse her of having a jealous streak, but…it was still nice to know.
When he'd gone to bed, she slipped outside with a handful of twenties.
"Thanks, girls."
THE END