After Batman gave him one in the kisser, he decided to head down for the pisser. This all happened while Bugsy was freefalling to the cold, hard floor of Gotham United Banking. Within mere instants, Batman had transformed Bugsy from fully-clothed mobster to stark naked play-toy.

“Robin, I think you’re going to like this.”

Whoosh!

“Gee willickers, Batman! He sure is a good one! I reckon he has some girth in that old cock of his.”

“Heh heh,” grunted the crusader of justice, “I know how you like ’em, Robin” We winked wrly at his loyal sidekick. They had known each other ever since Robin was twelve. Well, not known in the Biblical or The Crucible sense, but known in the “when you’re of legal age in Gotham City, I am going to bat-fuck the shit out of you” way. And tonight just happened to be Robin’s birthday.

Robin, with a soft spot in his heart and a hard one in his pants, gingerly walked towards the downed Bugsy.

“I’ve been waiting five years for this…”

CRACK!!! A foot came out of nowhere! GASP!