"So, who broke it? I'm not mad, I just want to know."
"I did! I broke it Mr. J!"
"No, no you didn't. Ed?"
"Don't look at me. Look at Harvey!"
"What? I didn't break it."
"Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?"
"Because it's sitting right in front of us, and it's broken."
"No it's not."
"If it matters, probably not but, Selina was the last one to use it."
"Lier! I don't even drink that crap!"
"Oh really? What were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?"
"I use the wooden stirs to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, John!"
"Alright, let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, puddin'."
"No! Who broke it?!"
"Joker, Ivy's been awfully quiet-"
"Oh my god!"
*all fighting in the background*
"I broke it. It burnt my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here."
so many Bat-villains worked in psychology. I wonder if Gotham City University just had to start putting a disclaimer on their course: “Warning: taking this class increases your chance of being a super villain by at least 30%”
“Tell me what you fear.” The Scarecrow leant in closer, his eyes boring into Nigma’s with an expression that was both cold and feverishly intense. “What sends shivers down your spine, what makes you wake up in the night with a scream on your lips?”
“Well…” The Riddler looked thoughtful for a second, then shrugged. “I suppose you could say greatest fear is failure.”
“Is it now?”
“It is. I suppose that’s why I find you so terrifying, Professor Crane - you’re my worst fear given human form.”
It took Crane a second to realise what he had just said.