Blame Bill Engvall, people. Blame him good.
"Throughout her short life, Evelyn Crane, better known to those who loved her (or at least tolerated her) as Kitten, had spent a great deal of time in emergency rooms.

You could say the girl was accident prone, but the words 'accident prone' suggested that she was on the receiving end of the numerous accidents that accompany that particular label.

Her caretakers preferred to call her disaster prone, a term coined by Techie on her first visit to the emergency room with child in tow. The fact of the matter was, cute though she may have been, Kitten seemed to have inherited her mother's (and stand-in aunts...or Godmothers...or whatever the hell they were, the Captain hadn't been very picky about their ranks at the time of Kitten's birth) propensity for causing trouble.

She was a firebug, for a start...if it was orange and flamey, she was drawn to it. Her second birthday party, for example, had resulted in singed eyebrows all around...ironically all but her own.

The Captain spent the entire day grinning stupidly about the fact that yet another family trait (the ability to cause fires without accidentally setting oneself aflame) had been passed on.

The Scarecrow, whose eyebrows took the longest to grow back, was not amused.

He banned birthday candles from then on.

He banned fireworks shortly thereafter, with Kitten's first sparkler 'o doom....a sparkler 'o doom which resulted in one of his sack cloth costumes being reduced to a pile of ashes.

While he was still in it."

I love setting Jonathan Crane on fire...he makes such an amusing target for wayward sparks.

I mean honestly...who wears a costume made out of one of the world's most flammable materials when he lives in a city known for explosions and fire themed villains? How stupid can you get?

The man is begging to be set ablaze. I defend that to the grave.