AN: As someone with long limbs and a skinny body, I sympathize with the 'fitted clothes' department. If they fit my legs, they're falling off my hips without a belt, which is also hard to find.
SwordStitcher-We had a talk. Two days later, he attempted to slit his wrists with a stolen pocket knife. Tragic affair. Truly.
Jasmine Scarthing-Yes, well...hm. Regarding your little tag-along-my dear, I have a job. I am a scientist. I study people. If they happen to die in the process, well, there is nothing I can do about it.
It's cold, it's snowing, and that idiot Batman is busy tying them to a telephone pole.
"You made me break a nail." Kitty complains. "A nail. Again! It hurts, you know. Broken nails actually cause a decent amount of pain. Not to mention that I actually had them done, legally, at a salon. You should be ashamed."
The only answer she gets is a grumble. Fine. Asshole. The broken nail wasn't even worth it. Humph.
Behind her, Jonathan is complaining that the ropes are too tight.
"You broke my ribs not long ago, you know. Can you not drive them into my lungs? Thank you."
He doesn't fare much better in the answer department, but that doesn't stop him from trying.
"Be careful, you cretin! I actually like this suit. I had it fitted. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find someone to do that nowadays?"
That earns him an actual snarl. Kitty rolls her eyes and wonders if the Batman has a cold.
"Are you ill?"
Grumble.
"Don't breathe on me, please. I don't fancy pneumonia."
He finishes tying the knots-ow, do they really have to be so tight?-and turns to go. Jonathan sighs and slumps back against the pole.
"Ow."
"It's cold."
"I think I have a concussion."
Great.
"Fantastic."
Her shoes are wet. God, where are the police? If they're at the Dunkin' Donuts, she's going to be really mad.
She leans her head against the pole and feels around for his hand.
"I hate snow."
"Mm."
To the credit of the police, they're only out there for about ten minutes. It isn't until they're driving away that Kitty spots the Batman in the shadows of a nearby café.
That asshole.
THE END