AN: Don't ask. My life is now a dumpster fire, I needed a laugh. Sorry, Eddie, but that robot-thing from Knight…you tried so hard and still got your ass beat. And so I shall mock thee. Or, rather, let other people mock thee.

Forbidden Moons-He's dramatic. I am not-! You. It's you. I admit it. You need to. I REFUSE. You plotted out how to specifically poison showers for Psycho's anniversary. That was ART, not DRAMATIC. The overlap is so great... I give up. ADMIT IT. NEVER.

"What is that, Edward." Jon's voice is flat and utterly unamused.

Jon has no appreciation for fine robotics, is all.

"This, my poor, blind friend, is a robot." Edward pats a metal knee. "And it will finally allow me to kill the Batman."

Looks are exchanged and two monotone voices say, "Edward."

Okay. That's a little creepy, and they need to never do that again.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"No, Eddie. No." Kitty sighs and rubs her temples. "This is…no."

Humph. She has no appreciation for fine robotics, either. They deserve each other, then. Peasants.

"Why, Edward. Why would you think this would work."

"It will work! It will work and we'll see who's laughing as I pick pieces of his cape from the gears!"

They snort and Kitty leans her head against Jonathan's arm.

"No. It won't work, because nothing works. He'll short-circuit it or something and leave you trapped in it."

Jon looks incredibly entertained by the mental image. Traitor. No matter. Edward will be victorious, and he will say I Told You So and it will be the best day of his life! The mighty Batman, brought down by a devastating combination of brains and brawn!

"Why did you call us here, Edward."

"To gaze upon the majesty of the Destructor."

That provokes laughter-actual, non-supervillain laughter that leaves them clutching at each other.

"Really? You…this just keeps getting better."

It's a shame the switch to turn on the electric floor is so far away. He should have known they wouldn't appreciate his genius! He should have called Oswald…but Oswald's been in such a poor mood lately.

Humph.

"Kitty-"

"I know, I know-"

"It-"

"Can't believe-"

One, full sentences. This refusal to speak like normal people is annoying and unsettling. Two, rude. The name is fitting-it will be the destruction of Batman.

They finally get themselves under control enough to straighten up, but Kitty's still grinning broadly and Jon's eyes are glittering with amusement.

"Tell us all about how it goes." Jon says smoothly. "Get it on video."

"Oh, I will. You'll see."

"Mm-hm. We should be-"

"Things to do-"

Goooood. Do they not realise how irritating that is? Or how cre-yes. Yes, they do, it's on purpose. Nngh.

"Best of luck, Edward."

"Don't get stuck!"

He'll regret it if he shoots them. He knows he'll regret it, if only because he can't shoot them both at once and whichever he doesn't hit will not be happy. But ohhhhhhh it's so tempting. So very tempting.

No matter. He will succeed where they-and everyone else-have failed and they'll see who's laughing then, hm? And he will get it on video, to rub in their faces as often as he possibly can.

THE END