Re: first class - baths
"Who said ya need to do anythin' specific,' silly?" she asked, forgettin' that was exactly what she was doin' herself. So she wasn't real consistent. So what? It wasn't like anyone was gonna wanna kill silly ol' her. She'd just pout if they tried. Even B-Man caved when she pouted. Dumb ol' B-Man, always thinkin' people could turn good. "Aw, shucks, don't go apologizin.' I'm supposed to stay crazy mad, and it ain't so easy when ya get nice. So quit ruinin' my fun. I don't get to have this kind of fun never, and ya can't go ruinin' it by bein' sweet." Pout. There was some scruffin' of the tip of a boot on the wet floor, and the rubber squeaked as she looked down at it. Maybe she wasn't any good at this, no matter how hard she tried. She shoulda stuck to cartwheels. He was confessin' now, and no one was supposed to confess nothin' to her. "Why ya gotta be scary? Maybe ya don't wanna be scary. Maybe ya wanna be green and grow things." Red wouldn't like it, but no one needed to tell Red. Maybe she didn't even really have a Red.
"Mister J is just a name too, but I know all about him," she said with pride. "He's my puddin,' and he loves me, and he's so smart. He can outsmart anyone in Gotham, even B-Man. I wish I was smart like him, but I ain't got that kind of smarts upstairs. My brains just don't turn to bad like they should." She sighed heavily. Do ya want your Sally to be more than a name?" she asked. Her expression goin' cheery, and her hands goin' clutched above her heart again. That would be so romantic. She loved romantic things. Mister J could be so romantic sometimes. "We could go kidnap you a Sally," she suggested. Kidnappin' was almost as good as killin,' wasn't it? As long as they tied Sally up so tight it hurt, then it was almost just like killin.'
His admission about disappointin' people got her poutin' again. She knew all about disappointin' people. "Do ya disappoint people lots?" She smacked her lips together. "Ya shouldn't be something you're not," she said once she stopped gigglin,' and she watched him wade into the bath and get his suit all wet. That made her giggle some more, but then she stepped close to the water, no weapons in her hands. She cupped them hands around her mouth, so her whisper would carry without her gettin' her cute new uniform wet. "I won't hurt ya, if we go steal ya a Sally instead." Maybe she just wasn't made for killin.' Maybe she was made for stealin,' just like the kitty was.