Jervis Tetch belongs to DC Comics.
DC Comics: Aaand . . . ?
{Sigh} Okay fine. Jervis tetch AND Jonathan Crane belong to DC Comics {Grumble} There, happy?
DC: very.
"Boys, dinner!" Becca yelled. Jervis came scurrying in within minutes of her call and she waited for her other roomie to come shuffling in. Instead, she heard a very faint. "Not hungry!"
Becca blinked then her eyes narrowed.
"Oh dear," said Jervis. "he never learns, does he?"
"Apparently not," she said while taking off her skull oven mitts. "I swear to god that man would starve if someone didn't shove food in front of him." With that, she left the kitchen, yanked open the basement door and descended into the basement.
Jonathan had just mixed two chemicals and was writing a description of the reaction when he heard the basement door open. He sighed and swiveled his chair just as Becca came down the last step. "I'm not hungry," he insisted. "I'll eat later."
"No way," she shot back. "If I let you get away with that you'll get so wrapped up in your research you'll forget to eat, and if I let you get away with it this time then you might expect me to let you get away with it next time. Well that ain't gonna fly." She marched over to him, grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down to her level (Even sitting down he was still taller than her). "I am going to give you to the count of ten, and if your ass isn't up there at "ten" then I will drag you up those stairs and into the kitchen." She let go and walked back up the stairs.
Jonathan sighed as he watched her go. He turned to look at his newest test subject, a middle-age man with curly red hair, who was tied to an old dentist chair with his limbs bound and a gag in his mouth. "Do you see what I put up with?" Jonathan asked as he gestured towards the staircase.
Becca came stomping back down the stairs. "Times up," she said while grabbing Jonathan's arm. "And I heard that."
A/N: Reviews are always nice to get, cuz honestly I'm starting to wonder if anyone's even reading this anymore.