InsaneJournal

And so it was for Jonathan Crane. It seemed like every time he thought he had the three women in his lair figured out, they'd go and yank the rug out from under him by changing the rules as he knew them. It was far from being fair, but it definitely kept things interesting. In many ways, his henchgirls were still very much a mystery to him, and often times he'd find one of their little unknown idiocycracies catching him off guard and knocking him flat on his ass before he knew what was happening.

For example, one of the things Crane didn't know much about was their families. Oh, they'd been mentioned in passing, sure, and the way Techie had blanched whenever the topic came up was quite interesting. 

As best he could tell, Al had a 'nice' family--the sort that the Captain declared she wanted to be adopted into--the Captain had lots of sisters that she loved dearly, and Techie...

Well, she had summed it all up in less than fifteen words when she'd been pressed for information: "Mafia on my father's side, shotgun toting rednecks on my mother's. Don't. Ask."