AN: Gotham also has 'Batman Insurance' and 'Rogue Insurance' in case something should happen. Bats crash through your glass ceiling? Money! I gas your kid? Money and free therapy!

SwordStitcher-STOP ENCOURAGING HER. SHE KILLS. And not really. We have a lot of temps or mentally unstable souls. We screen, of course, for anything obvious-if you have an attraction to Edward, you can't work here-but some women go to pieces at the idea of scary little me having a 'soft side. I suspect it's the same reason they love romance novels...sickening.

Johanna Crane-It's not that they're gullible, they're just idiots. Arkham attracts people with a strong 'they're not THAT evil!' idea. Naturally, their happy delusions are soon foiled, either through death or betrayal. The only person that hasn't had that happen would be Harleen, and we all know how that turned out, don't we? Be nice, she's just a girl. With a bazooka.

Christineoftheopera-Why should I bother with him? It's not worth the effort. Granted, I've been tempted... He looked at my chest all of one time, and that was rather the idea, seeing as it was a fundraiser and it got us money. He should have been subtle. I made it. Long story. No. No, no. He's not to sing. He's not to do anything except shut up. I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt...Now look what you've done.

This was ridiculous. Really? 'Villain Drill'? First of all, that was overly dramatic. Second of all, no one committed crimes in the daytime. Third of all, no one bothered with the schools. There was no money there.

But this was just too good to miss. 'Villain Drill'…only in Gotham.

So here they were, in a broom closet, having killed a janitor and a lunch lady to get in.

"You know, some people have other things to do in a broom closet."

"I don't relish a broom jammed into my back, thanks."

"I never said anything about that."

He scowled at a bottle of bleach and finished straightening his clothing. Ugh. That janitor had been too short and too fat, and the clothes had been itchy.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

There was a class of sixth-graders just down from the hall from them, learning long division. Poor things.

He knocked on the door and went in, ignoring the, "Who are you?"

"We're here to test the students on this 'Villain Drill' of yours." he said.

"I don't know who you think you are, but this isn't…"

"This isn't a drill." he continued. "Kitty, would you lock the door?"

The teacher had gone pale when he pulled out his mask. Now she pulled herself together and advanced upon him with a yardstick.

"Get out of here right now!"

He shook his head and put the mask on. Well? What was this much-praised…oh, really?

Really?

Get under the desks and cover their heads?

He gassed the room in disgust and left the building, grumbling about the fate of today's youth.

THE END