In some states, following the rules means you aren’t allowed to have manly relations in public places. Pretty gay, I know. This also bothered our two young, chipper, strapping, on and off, up and down, bouncin’ round like nobodies goddamn business, here they are people! the two the only, the bringers of the motherfucking ruckus: our favorite hero and heroin Batman and motherfucking Robin. Blam!

“Consider this shit hijacked, Robin. We robbin’ the hood good like morningwood.” Batman sat behind the wheel of an eighteen wheeler rumbling down the highway. His trusty mate Robin sat conveniently an arm’s reach away.

“Holy break from formal syntactical precedent Batman! You mean to tell me we’re taking this little semi and running it down to H-Town for some midnight gambles and gawks?”

“Precisely, Robin.” The stark white composure of Batman’s Bat-Eyes shown with even more composure and resolution than normal. “Precisely.”