AN: Shut up. Anybody could have made that mistake. It's not that. It's the fact that for about three hours after, you kept insisting that he should have crumpled up and disintegrated. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED IN THE MOVIE. GOD. What did we learn from this? That I need a sword. God, no.

As far as he knew, he'd left her upstairs, nice and drugged after the little accident earlier. She'd come in at the worst possible time (she had a few talents, but timing was not one of them). It figured that she'd open the door right when he dropped that vial. Needless to say, he'd had to physically subdue her to keep her from ripping her own tongue out and, once she was handcuffed to a chair, he'd sedated her. Once that had kicked in, he'd untied her and left her on the couch to recover. Hopefully she'd remember what had been so frightening…burrowing cockroaches, probably. Eh.

CRASH!

Oh, no.

How many times do I have to tell her? 'Sedatives don't wear off instantly. Give yourself a few minutes.' And does she listen? NO!

He'd been expecting nothing serious-an attempt to get a glass of water, maybe. He had not been expecting to find her trying to stab Batman's face with a plastic fork. She wasn't very successful-he could have knocked her over if he tried-but…but…what the hell was going on?

"DISINTIGRATE, YOU SORRY BASTARD!" She jabbed the handle onto his nose guard. "WHY WON'T YOU DISINTIGRATE?"

What on…oh.

Oh, dear god, he wished the Joker hadn't broken his camera. This…this was beautiful. This was better than toxin! He should go help, he knew that, but they needed flu shots anyway.

She finally broke the fork against his face.

"Crane."

Crap. He'd been spotted.

"I did not do that on purpose."

"But you are responsible."

"Only half. I didn't turn her into a Tolkien nut."

Half was enough, apparently, because he found himself on the floor, hands trussed behind his back and all hidden supplies of toxin taken from him.

Once they were safely in the back of the car, he turned to Kitty and asked softly, "What did you see?"

"Should've disintegrated."

"What are you talking about?"

"Stabbed in the face." she mumbled. "Should've disintegrated."

"Okay."

"Don't need a hobbit."

"Go back to sleep."

"Why didn't it work?"

He shrugged and settled back against the seats, wondering if the flu shot was going to be a painful one this year.

"Jon-a-than."

"What."

"Why didn't it work."

"I guess you didn't stab hard enough."

"But…"

"Maybe next time, Kitty."

She harrumphed and slumped against his side, grumbling about cheating Witch-Kings.

THE END