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I R CUTE, R I NAWT? The Joker had spent many long nights rolling in catnip and perusing photos of cats on the web. That Catwoman, she had stolen his heart, black as it was, and

The Joker suffered cat scratch fever at the sight of his obsession. The Catwoman suffered nausea at the sight of him. She hated his laughter. She secretly longed for

something perfectly ordinary. Catwoman was tired of rooftop catterwals with Joker & Bruce Wayne's batcave & batmobile. She looked down on the street & saw a nerdy gent named Clark

doing something possibly obscene in the phone booth outside of Laverne's Diner. She would have to get closer, was this a solo act or was there someone in there with him? Definitely

seemed to be. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see it was Superman and his tailor, who was fitting him for a new unitard. "Let it out around the midrift," Superman

instructed. There would likely be tons of media there when he prevented Doomsday from nuking Metropolis, & Superman needed to look his best. Should she warn him about his open fly?

The only Sears store left open had a sale on his favourite clothes, so Superman flew to the store and bought what he needed at 75% off. Lois Lane knew a good bargain. One thing

she didn't know was how to clean her husband's Superman union suit. Clark only had the one. He had been wearing it everyday for over 30 years. It stank. Even under Sears clothing.

One night she got him drunk. When he passed out she slowly peeled off the sticky suit. Layers of greasy filth fell off in crumbly chunks. She soaked it in naphtha & set it on fire.