AN: I've got three inches on her (she hates me for that), and I still can't trip some of these. It's bullshit.
Forbidden Moons-Not to Edward. Whose fault is that? His own, for being seen.
Miss Belle Sutcliff-NO. That'd be hilarious. Absolutely not. Yo yo, what up bro- Get off the internet.
"Kitty…"
Uh-oh. That tone was deceptively innocent, and that never boded well.
"No."
He ignored her and draped on arm over her head. She flailed at him, missed, and resigned herself to sulking.
"Can you even get the automatic doors to open for you?"
"Shut up. Yes."
"Are you sure? I mean…look at you." He ran his hand from the top of her head to his ribs. "You're little."
"I'm closer to Hell than you, that's all."
"Hell doesn't trip the sensors."
"I can trip the sensors by myself."
"Let's find out." No. "For science."
"No! We don't need to find out."
"It'll be fun-is that my sweater?"
"No."
"It looks like mine."
"It's a sweaterdress, god."
"With the sleeves rolled up twenty times?"
She flicked her arms, unrolling said sleeves, and flailed again. This time she was successful in smacking him in the face.
"Hey!"
Served him right.
"Jonathan-!"
He waved at her from safely inside the store. When she got a hold of him, she was going to murder him.
Fine. She'd just go in there and-
-why weren't the doors opening.
God dammit.
He was laughing at her. Not for long.
She hit the 'handicap' button and stalked inside.
"You sorry-"
"I knew it! You can't get the doors-"
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Science?"
She scowled at him.
"You are a terrible human being."
"Gotham agrees with you."
"You left me out there in the cold, with strangers-strangers, Jonathan, that could harass me or just pick me up and walk away-"
"As though we don't both know you have a knife up your sleeve."
"It's the principle!"
"I smell Starbucks."
"Are you even listening?"
"Wonder if they have peppermint yet?"
"Jonathan!"
One of these days, she was going to kill him.
Or at the very least, get even.
THE END