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Rachel, I didn't know if you wanted this bit included, but in case you did, here it is, all as you wrote it (I wasn't feeling awake enough for creativity):

Context Free Vignettes presents: Bees!

Because Quincy is the star of the comics on wayne_crane community, and didn't appear on the latest...

Batman: Where's the Bee Guy?
Scarecrow: Bee Guy? Haven't seen him for a week.

Meanwhile, in the Batcave...
Alfred: My word, young man! That's enough soup for you!
Bee Guy: Bees?
Alfred: No, you cannot have bee soup. That would sting.

*Batmobile drives in.*
Batman: Bee Man? Is Bee Man here?
Alfred: Bees? Err..excuse me. I have been around that young man too much.
Batman: So he has been here!
Alfred: Yes. Can we keep him?
*Bee Man runs by.*
Guy: BEEEESSSS!!! (For some reason I always hear that as being similar to when Apu thought he was a hummingbird...)

Anna1: You can just imagine if Dick or Tim saw the Bee Guy. They would be very confused. :D
Sean DC: More so :lol:

Dick: Who are you?
Bee Guy: BEES!
Dick: OK...what's your name again?
Bee Guy: Uh...bees?
Dick: Hey, Bruce? Do you know where Tim is?
Bee Guy: Soup!
Dick: And this weirdo says something other than Bees?
Bruce: Bees? I mean...yes...sometimes.
Dick: Time for you to go on patrol and get away from him.
Bruce: Oh, thank goodness for that!

Sean DC: Unless he decided to tag along :lol:
Anna1: Yes, that would be horrible. :lol:

Batman: *lurk lurk lurk lurk.*
Bee Guy: BEEEESSSS!!!!!
Batman: YEARGH! *falls off a roof.*

*Limps to the Batsignal.*
Gordon: Hey, you ok?
Batman: Yes...and no. I opened my home to a psycho, and he followed me on patrol.
Gordon: Oh? What did he do?
Batman: *glares behind Gordon.*
Bee Guy: BEEEESSSSS!!!
Gordon: YEARGHH!!!! *Almost falls off roof, until Batman grabs him.*
Batman: *glares.*

Later...
Joker: You can't stop me, so there?
Batman: I have a secret weapon now, though.
Joker: Oh, really? What's that?
Batman: Oh, strange little man where are you?
Joker: Now that? That's scary.
*From behind Joker, the newly dubbed Bee Man looms--wearing a mask.*
Bee Guy: BBEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!
Joker: YEARRRGGHHH!!!! *falls off roof.*

Anna1: Now, if they can just teach him to throw Batarangs, he's all set. :lol:
Sean DC: From within a straitjacket?
Anna1: He can throw them with his teeth?

Batman: Here.
Bee Guy: *muffled* Bees? *Throws carefully, hitting a cop on the street below.*
Batman: We'll work on your aim.

Selina: Bee Guy, huh?
Batman: Yeah.
Selina: Can I borrow him for a couple days?
Batman: Yes...and why does that smile scare me?
Selina: Because you know me so well.

2 days later...
Batman: Welcome back.
Bee Guy: Cats! Bees! Bees and Cats!
Batman: *facepalm.*

*Batman calls Selina.*
Batman: What did you do to him?
Selina: Bees? Bees? Umm...sorry! Too much Bee Guy.
Batman: Understandable. What did you do?
Selina: Got the cats to surround him for 2 days, and play with him. (Me: New squeaky toy!)

Babs: His name is Quincy...but you call him Bee Guy?
Batman: Yes. He's my secret weapon?
Babs: *stares*
Batman: When he says "Bees" people fall off the roof.
Babs: *stares*
Batman: *smirk.*
Babs: *stares* You've lost it.
Batman: Been thinking about making him a new Robin.
Babs: Dick? What's the number for Arkham again?
Dick: *from another room.* It's on speed dial.
Batman: Why is Arkham on speed dial?
Dick: It was just a matter of time before you lost touch with reality.
Batman: *glares.*
Dick: Sorry. You lost touch years ago, when you put on that costume.
Batman: *glares.*
Dick: Can't think of anything to say?
Batman: *mumbles.* Meanie. (I admit it - our Bats are so childish at times :lol:)

And as a two for the price of one offer - when the Bat's away, the Cats will play:

Context Free Vignettes presents: Cookery Capers

A Certain Roleplay sees Alfred gravely ill, and Batman on the other side of the world, tracking Ra's al Ghul (for it's all his fault).

Anna1: It was suggested that Selina would have to clean the house and make the
tea for a while. :lol:

Selina: Wake up, Alfred!
Alfred: *Silent*
Selina: *Carries all the trays, clothes, and laundry, up and down 5
flights of stairs.*
Bruce: Why are you so tired?
Selina: *Glare of death, practically.*

Selina: *burns down the mansion. Runs back in for Alfred, her cats, her clothes...* (a la Jose Canseco in "Homer at the Bat")
Dick: What did you do that for?!
Selina: Bruce made me mad.
Dick: He isn't even here!
Selina: That's why I'm mad.
Dick: *facepalm.*

Later...
Bruce: Stopped the virus, stopped Ra's, and saved the world. Time for a nap.
*sees the ruins of Wayne Manor.*
Bruce: Uh...Alfred? Selina? Dick?
Dick: Uh...hi, Bruce?
Bruce: WHAT HAPPENED?!
Dick: Selina...well...you see...please don't kill me!
Selina: Snitch.
Dick: At least I didn't burn the house down.
Selina: At least I can get out of it.
Dick: Good point. Well, have fun explaining!
Bruce: What did you do?
Selina: I was possessed by Gozer.
Bruce: Oh. Well, that's ok then.
Dick: HEY!!!
Selina: *secretly sticks her tongue out at him.*
Dick: *sticks tongue out at her back* Well, at least I've got an excuse the next time something goes wrong...

Alfred: *wakes up.*
Selina: HE'S ALIVE! HE'S ALLLIIVVEEEE!!!!
Alfred: *glares.*
Selina: Sorry. Always wanted to say that.
Selina: By the way, Alfred. Did you know that Zuul has decided to set up shop in the fridge?
Alfred: So many things happen when one is in a coma. How long was the spaghetti in the fridge?
Selina: Not long - Robin decided on a midnight snack after coming in off patrol.
Tim: Hey! That was lunch and dinner too...
Selina: Five helpings?
Tim: Lunch *and* dinner - besides, I'm still growing, need fuel.
Selina: How did you get around Zuul?
Tim: Very carefully. He had little minions dancing around the soda.
Selina: *stares*
Tim: The soda was warm even in the fridge. *sigh*
Selina: I can see where that would be a downer...
Bruce: *walks in, and looks in the fridge.* Zuul?! *slams fridge shut.*
Selina: Should have told you that he's in there. Or you should have known after I mentioned Gozer!
Bruce: *staring--obviously imagining her as Gozer.*
Selina: *Slaps him* Stop that!
Tim: By the way, last time I looked it seemed as though Zuul's minions were trying to sacrifice the fried chicken.
Bruce: Ow. Thinking thinking think-ing!
Selina: Ah! Stop that! We'll talk about it more later, if you must.

Alfred: *ignoring them* One would think the fried chicken was already sacrificed, if it was from one of those fast food places.
Tim: I think it was the delicious version that you made before you dropped.
Bruce: Nice. Even demons like it.
Alfred: *Glares*
Selina: Now I know where you get that look!
Bruce: *glares*
Selina: Bat Glare in stereo!
Tim: And they call me a "mini-me"
Selina: Well Tim, sweetie, you'll notice that Bruce is hardly "mini"... just see all the doorways he hits his head on.
Bruce: I don't hit my head on...
Burned-out-doorway: *falls on Bruce's head*
Bruce: OW!
Selina: See?
Bruce: It fell on me! I didn't bump my head!
Selina: Weakened by continuous bumping. *innocent grin.*
Alfred: *amused.*
Tim: *rings bell, awards point to Selina*
Bruce: *glowers* Very funny. And I've got a bump on my head.
Alfred: Master Bruce, you are a Phoenix...
Bruce: Yes *concentrates* But it would be nice to get some sympathy once in a while. Healed now.
Alfred: If you can heal yourself in seconds, you'll get no sympathy from me.
Bruce: Thanks, a lot!
Alfred: Quite welcome, Young Sir.
Selina: Useful power. Especially if a villain attacks you. Ah, imagine if I were a Phoenix...
Bruce: *shudders.*
Dick: We would all die screaming in horror, as she destroyed the multiverse...
Selina: I heard that!
Dick, from his lurking spot: Yeah, but you're less likely to hurt me than a certain other person who's wondered about Phoenixdom...
Selina: Are you so sure about that? *plays with claws*
Dick: *appears to think* Um... yes! And stop writing this all down, Robin!
Tim: Heee... blackmail here I come!
Dick: Um... I have to go now! *points at Tim's notebook, a flaming bird shape dashes out quickly and incinerates the book* Ahh... she burns away what doesn't work, as someone once said *chuckles as he swings away*
Bruce: *gives him an exact copy of what he wrote.*
Tim: Thanks! Blackmail. Heh.
Bruce: I should be afraid. Are you giving that to Clark?
Tim: He did say he wanted everything he could get about a Phoenix.
Bruce: Have you made a list of ones most likely to become a Dark Phoenix?
Tim: Maybe...a list of two. *runs before he can read his thoughts or look over his shoulder.*

Alfred: Master Bruce, as entertaining as all this is, the house still needs rebuilding.
Bruce: No need to worry, old friend. Dramatic neccessity will provide! We just end this story with a burnt-out house, and next time we'll have a brand new house, as if nothing had happened!
Selina: Bruce!
Bruce: What? It's true!
Alfred: Not even Master Wade would break down the... *thinks* Ok, Master Wade *would* break down the fourth wall that much, but you are *not* him, nor is he even here - either now or even when your friends from the White Hot Room came visiting.
Bruce: And I just had a vision of Wade becoming a Phoenix. The universe would be doomed.
*other Phoenixes start shuddering throughout the multiverse*
Alfred: Indeed, Sir. And can't you just...remake the house yourself?
Bruce: Probably. We'll see.
Selina: When you remake the house, make sure there is an extra staircase. Just in case another villain of yours makes one impossible to get down. Oh, and a room for changing into costume when you can't get to the Batcave. Tons of security. I want to test it!
Bruce: You can be scary.
Selina: Thank you! Make your own White Hot Room dimensional vortex thingy while you're at it!
Bruce: That's...a strange idea.
Selina: Well, do you want the White Hot Room to be accessible from just any room?
Bruce: It is more of a Phoenix-thing than an access-thing, so it doesn't really need its own room. Especially since the new house will have extra stairs. And a fire-pole...
Selina: *evil grin.*
Bruce: No more extra additions. I can read your thoughts, you know!
Selina: I know. *evil grin.*
Alfred: *rolls his eyes and walks away.*
Bruce: Remind me to make it a law that you can't become a Phoenix. You would be frightening.
Selina: I know I would be... in all the best ways. And I can see what you're thinking about that too, even without telepathy, it's plain as day.
Bruce: Stop it, you're corrupting... Alfred!
Alfred: I'm not in this conversation anymore!

And neither are we.