One day while doing their tax returns, Betty

One day while doing their tax returns, Betty Bounteous said, "Arbo the Starmage is your one true love, isn't he?" Hrengor the Beholder tried to explain. "Betty-B, Arbo is just a ch

um a pal from my college days. Betty, understand, we were just experimenting. I was young and dumb. I didn't know that Arbo had once been a girl. The child just happened."

"So, I mean," the child sighed. She held Betty's head in her small hands. "I don't blame you. I just... I wish you had taken the time," she gently put the head down and

looked at Betty. "You promise to do better next time?"

Betty's eyes suddenly flamed with rage. "I'm done with you & your ridiculous expectations! Do you think this is FUNNY?? Life is not a comic book, you know! Oh, and by the way, I'm

not Cat Woman! I'm Betty! Just plain old Betty! So stop asking me to purr and hiss and shred the furniture! And that litter box thing is NOT going to happen!"

Betty's assertiveness lasted until Batman began yelling "Nala!" in his sleep. She accepted his cat orientation. She'd have species reassignment surgery. "No prob," Dr. Snip assured

her, "The surgery is quick and simple." She wasn't sure, though. There was something unsettling about his

eagerness and the fact that he was drooling all over the scalpels. "I've changed my mind," she said to him, "I'm feeling much better now. Good day!" and she bustled by him and out

. He decided to chase me, slimy scalpels in hand. A wicked sneer tore into his face, "You'll feel much better once I'm done!" But as he was rambling, I had escaped and ran home.