Huddled languidly in the cozy confines of a California king are the proud constituents of the Wrongdoer’s Breakfast Club (them being the Penguin, Riddler, Two Face, and Mudman), all enjoying waffles, bacon, eggs, and hash browns (with just a splash of O.J. on the side) this cheery morning in a particularly seedy bed, breakfast, and brothel listed in the Yellow Pages as Jake Fiddler’s Early Mornin’ Vittels and Tickles. The Penguin is first to speak.

‘Narr har har har!’ squawks his insolent beak, ‘A fine morning for this fine cuisine indeed! For last night our arch nemeses Batman and Robin were queerly slain by the gunshot of Gotham’s finest! The only thing left now is the debauchery!’

The villains all share a knowing smile. Then, seemingly on cue, the bedroom door opens and the awaited lady of the morning in gypsy garb makes her entrance. She swings her hips to the foursome in bed:

‘Mornin’, fellas, brought a message:’ she removes the gypsy veil and lowers “her” voice ‘Nobody fucks with Batman.’