But Batman’s evils of nature did not cease and desist,
And ever in his embrace did fair Robin resist,
That swirling sensual odor, the surly mist,
And I’ll say no more as he’ll get the gyst.

Face it. It’s on. Your facial expression,
White ghostly horror in your manic Robin depression.
“Batman must love me!” you cry in your dreams,
Only to be further tormented by gruff Batscreams.

“But I know he must love me, he buys me icecreams!
And regardless of whether or not that’s a meme,
Things between us just happen to seem, to be
Getting better with time. It gives it a gleam.

Suddenly Robin was interrupted rudely from his poetry session. The Dark Knight avenger had appeared behind him (what’s new) and was “reading” over his shoulder.

“You want a gleam, eh?” Batman cracked a wry grin.

“Oh noooooooooo!” Robin’s wings fluttered and Batman let out one last, fierce (FIERCE, mind you) Batscream: “Kreeeeeeee!!!! Mmmmmmm…”