Typing "with Luna's-" and the number one word suggestion on my phone was "special-needs". Ha. I also do not own this. Because the other two are unsophisticated and all their original writing ideas suck buckets. I will never understand you. So therefore, I hate you. Ahh...! Mommy and Daddy are fighting again!

Luna ducked behind a hot dog stand, attempting to cover up her laughter. Silly normal people, they are so cute, Luna thought with a grin. Until she suddenly frowned, and was accosted with the feeling that she had forgotten something. Possibly something that could be considered important.

She scrunched up her face in concentration, but her mind was stubbornly blank; like minds tend to be when you actually needed them, as opposed to when you were falling asleep with a need to get up early the next morning, and the mind transforms into a freaking troll. That goes trollicking through the crazy thoughts, and brings them all out of the dark box they are normally kept in; filling your tired brain with thoughts of waffle-puppies and cupcakes that change the sizes of rabbit-stalker girls. And don't forget about the hedgehog-clubbing Queen of Hearts that would be frowned upon by the ASPCA… Luna slapped herself. She was getting off track.

Quickly growing frustrated with her temporary lack of attainable memories, Luna kicked a rock. Though, to be fair, she didn't think she would hit someone with the rock this time. It wasn't like these things happened outside of fiction, after all. So she really hadn't thought of the chances that she would hit another someone with a frustration-propelled rock. And what were the chances of Luna hitting this person straight on the head; like David, but this was no Goliath.

This was… she stared at the dazed, and familiar, darkly cloaked man. "Rottweiler-man!" She yelled out, startling the vigilante and causing him to jump onto his feet in a flash. But not a literal Flash, because that would be a different studio.

"Wha.. you again!" The man narrowed his eyes at her, before the angst orbs turned to quickly glance around, as if looking for something. Or someone. "I don't have time for this right now. I'm looking for.. well, I'm just immensely busy." He finished with a glare. That Luna ignored.

"Oh, good! I'm looking for something, too!" Luna turned around in a complete circle, staring at the sky the entire time. "Eh, I dunno what I'm looking for because I forgot, but I might remember if I help you look for what you lost, too." The blonde witch grinned. "The best way to find something that's been lost is to look for something completely different, innit?" Then Luna froze, and gasped. "My British is showing! No…" She sniffed, and then frowned. She stared at the costumed man in front of her again with newfound interest. "Rottweiler-man! What brings you here? Don't tell me it's waffles. Because those are my waffles. Not yours, mine. My own, my precious…"

The apparent 'Rottweiler-man' looked at the witch like she had the plague. No, that wasn't quite fair. He looked at her like she was the plague. And the masked vigilante of Gotham made a strategic retreat, but one could never quite escape the insanity breeding within their very minds.

"What was I doing again?" Luna pinched the bridge of her nose. "Luring other questionably sane people to the dark side? No, that is a job I have any given day." The blonde continued to walk down the street. "What was I doing here in the first place?" She paused. "Apprentice! Right, I was showing the kid how to be so rad. What was his name? Sparrow? Red-breasted Woodpecker? Oh, I know! Robin!"

Luna pumped a fist in the air in victorious exclamation. "Now where has he gotten off to?" She said, scratching her head in careless confusion. "And he better not have my waffles when I find him."

Robin groaned as he regained consciousness from a coerced doze. His head hurt. Like a million pins and needles were stabbing his brain to death. He tried to move, but felt the cold metal of chains around his wrists. Robin sighed. Right, captured. Forgot about that.

"-no! I don't want pancakes, I want waffles, because what is the point of eating pancakes without actual, authentic maple syrup?" An angry voice shrieked.

Robin winced, his headache apparently was a hater of loud, obnoxious noises. But after he blinked, he finally saw the instigator of this whole debacle walk through the doorway to where he was being held as an unwilling guest. It was Harley Quinn, the Lady of Insanity herself. And also fanatic stalker of The Joker. Which was totally creepy, by the way. Mighty unsettling.

"Why can't we just have bacon? I, for one, love bacon." Said a new voice, through a yawn. Robin turned to see the lazy form of Catwoman slink into the room as well. And she -unlike Quinn- noticed that the boy was awake. "Ohayōgozaimasu, Sleeping Beauty."

Harley Quinn spun around, and stared at Robin. "Oh, yeah, we kidnapped him, didn't we?" She scratched her head, and then blinked in realization; smirking at nothing in particular. "With Luna's apprentice within our clutches…"

"Everything we planted will bloom into glory." A smug voice finished. Robin turned his head to spy the third woman, and chills went down his spine as he placed the red hair and green dress of Poison Ivy, a super villainess that gave trouble to Batman. Boy, was he in trouble now.

"And I just want bacon. But is anyone gonna make me bacon? No. Because you are all turds." Selina Kyle grumped, and the homicide of the briefly lived terrorizing aura almost made Robin want to laugh. Maybe he wasn't going to die here, after all.

Selina was once again being involuntarily volunteered for tribute. This time for the terrible chore that is cooking. She hates cooking. But she was told she had to do it or Harley was going to cook. And Harley can't even boil water. Well, she can; It just catches on fire.

So Selina found herself stirring up batter, and heating up the waffle iron. She didn't even care for waffles. But if she was doing the cooking, then she could at least make sure no one burned the precious bacon with a Death-Ray. Again. Because bacon is lovely and the best thing ever. But not like those unsophisticated ham-slices called 'Canadian Bacon' because that defied all laws and traditions of true bacon-kind.

She would choose a plateful of bacon over waffles or pancakes any day. Take that, vegetarians! The flesh of pigs is the flesh of victory. We are superior and spiffy- wait, what, the woman who was known as Catwoman thought, shaking her head as she poured batter into a steaming thingy. "Perhaps I am spending way too much time around loosely sane people." She muttered to herself.

"Ooh, waffles? You really made them! I had kinda thought for a moment you had just left." Quinn says through a huge grin, walking on her hands as she crossed the room.

Like Selina would just leave when there was a kid in trouble here. She was no hero, but she knew Robin. So she wasn't going to leave him with people who would do anything to get what they wanted and didn't care if someone was just a kid.

"Where's Ivy?" How's the kid? Is what she really wanted to say. But that would put her in too much suspicion for any of her still-forming plans to whisk away the boy without being caught. Getting on the bad side of a notorious criminal was one thing, but poking the eye of a super villainess? Just plain suicidal.

"She's just making sure our resident little guy is cozy. Poison' will be over here in a jiffy, no worry!" Quinn tumbled in a double back-flip, before righting herself just as she reached the table now laden with waffles. "Hurry and gimme those breakfast stuffies before she gets in here, or they'll be nothing left!"

Selina rolled her eyes as she handed the insane woman a plate. "Help yourself, I'm not your housekeeper."

"Oh, and could you get some whip cream outta the fridge?"

"Not your housekeeper!"

"Hag." Harley murmured quietly.

"I heard that."

Quinn became very silent after that, and was determinedly stuffing her face with waffles; not looking Selina in the eyes. The cat-burglar was reminded of a pouting child.

Suddenly there was a crash, and Selina dived behind the counter-top to avoid the flying splinters from a destroyed wooden door.

"You!" She heard the muffled yell of a furious Harley Quinn.

"Angry Badger! I should have known that you were behind this dastardly deed of… badness." A new voice added. Selina knew that voice, but she peeked around the edge of the kitchen counter to make sure.

There was no mistaking that glazed-eyed look. And that blonde hair…

"Luna Lovegood is here to save her apprentice! And if I have to compete in a triathlon through lava, I'll gladly- wait. What is that you are eating?" Luna said in a cheerfully bland tone that sent off warning bells inside of Catwoman's head.

"Um, waffles?" Harley Quinn said in an irritated voice. "What else could they be, ya witch."

Luna glared fiercely at Quinn, and Selina seriously doubted that the fanatic was going to make it out of this one in one piece.

The room grew cold as Luna spoke in a precise, insanely cheerful tone, the blonde's eyes seeming to crackle with energy. "You are not worthy of the splendor of waffles."

And Selina ducked behind the counter again as the blast rocked the house's foundations.

A.N.: I am sorry that I neglected this and my other stories. I hope that you like it, anyway. ;)