Love was a funny thing for Batman. It normally resulted in bigger pants, a shameful indication of his bawdry desire for tawdry and confused young lads.

“Bulge be gone!” the Dark Knight bellowed to his underparts. No use. His desires were like a book written out of desire. Then, Robin came in through the door.

“Batman?” And yes the young avenger did dare this inquest.

Batman wasn’t going to take his name being spoken in vain lightly. He slapped his ass and prepared to charge…

“Nerrraauugh!” he bellowed his with bowels.

Robin was wet.