"Holy bat shit, Brucey, get out of bed already. It's half past six!" shouts Robin from the foot of your
enormous bed. You look around, this isn't your room - it's bigger than any two rooms at Aunty Dedrana's
house. It's filled with oriental rugs, antique armor, and expensive oil paintings.
"It's me, Michael, I think?"
"Ah, six of one half dozen of another, you're Michael's essence in another bottle. Thought this might be a
wee bit more fun. While you slept, I had a glimpse of your comic books, and I reckoned it might be fun to be
Robin -eh, Batman?"
"Batman?" you leap from your bed and stare at the reflection. Good grief you are Bruce Wayne! You stand there
in your silk pajama pants and white A-shirt and look at naked Robin, "Uh, Dick?"
"Yes. See!" he says waggling his cock, "Dick Grayson - ne Robin." He winks, and grabs your cock, "Now let me
show you the batpole!"
"Master Dick! Master Bruce! What is going on?" demanded Alfred the butler as he stood in the doorway holding
a breakfast tray.
"Oh, Alfred, I just want to show Bruce the improvements I made to bat poles," Robin said in a plaintive voice.
"Changes?" Alfred said rolling his eyes. "Alright, well, the commissioner called anyway. I'll meet you both in
the bat cave, and I'll bring breakfast. And Master Dick, at least wear a robe if you want to gallivant around
Wayne Manor."
"Right, Alfred, to the bat cave!"
You follow him into the library and through the famous bookcase. As you slide down the pole, you find yourself
naked and in some sort of turbo shower with spinning rotary brushes scouring your body all over. "Oh, yeah,
this incredible!"
"Thought you'd like it, Bruce," says Robin from somewhere in the steam and suds. You're still riding down the
pole, though the platform slowed during the shower.
"What took you so long!" demanded Alfred as they caped crusader and boy wonder stepped off the bat poles.
"Long?"
"It took you an additional 75 seconds?"
"I improved the Batwash," Robin explained.
"Indeed?" Alfred said with a frown. Robin giggled. "Now here's your tea, orange juice, scones, bacon,
omelette and fried tomatoes. Eat up, you have a big day. The commissioner says the Joker is back in town."
"Joker, eh? This should be fun!" says Robin eating his breakfast with both elbows on the table.
You start in on your own breakfast, and wonder if you're dreaming or if this all is fairy magic?