SwordStitcher-One day...so far I haven't gotten the chance. He's not the talkative type, more of the, 'throw you into the wall until you stop moving' type. Kitty, on the other hand... Don't you dare. Kitty, do you remember that time that you... SHUT UP. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
Jasmine Scarthing-Yes. Yes, it does. I've seen it do it. She's also walked into a door. So have you, so be quiet. You've done it more than once. I should blame you. Everyone knows that if I wanted to get rid of you, I'd poison you. Damn. Why can't you be a better scapegoat? Sorry.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-Sensibly. Take her to the hospital and occupy myself by visiting a nursing home and putting them all out of my misery. I don't think she meant 'broken leg', love. Oh. I'd do the same thing. And then move on to an elementary school.
What the hell is that?
What's what…what the hell is that?
That's what I just said.
"Kitty?"
"Have you seen my black button-up? I could have sworn I got the bloodstain out…"
"No idea. Um…"
"Dammit! Where is it…"
"It's not that I mind you wandering around in a bra, but…"
"It's somewhere, I know it is!"
"Kitty!"
"Yes, love?"
"Why do you have a bat symbol on your bra?"
"What? Oh!" She fluttered past him, towards the closet. "I knew it was around here somewhere. Harley and I saw these and had to have them."
"Why?"
"You know that thing he does, where he hangs you upside down and yells at you, and your shirt flies up and you flash everyone?"
"Yes?"
"One glimpse of this, and he'll never do it again."
That doesn't make sense.
No.
WOMEN CONFUSE ME.
Join the club.
Isn't there some kind of psychologist mumbo-jumbo for this?
No.
"Why?"
"We had a good explanation when we stole them. I don't remember now."
God. Why?
THE END