This is an item of fan fiction and does not intend to infringe anyone's copyright.
The Foe
By
Whistling Fish
Batman stood staring into the ice cold eyes of this most difficult of adversaries. Robin and he had nearly succeeded in their bid for freedom, but they had been ambushed at the last minute and now they were at the mercy of this despot.
Glancing over his foe's shoulder he could see Robin, already caught, trapped with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, his cape and shirt forcible removed from his body. The boy was shaking with cold and perhaps something else Batman didn't want to consider!
He had to get past this fiend. Batman dodged right only to find his path blocked. He feigned left, but to no avail. It was as if his foe could read his mind. A faint smile hovered about this most sinister of figures lips. His eyes bored into Batman's own. A bead of sweat ran down the dark knight's face this foe was the most difficult that he had faced in all his time as Batman. Robin was powerless to help, he was half naked and obviously in awe of this most difficult adversaries.
Batman felt as much as saw the ice cold stare travel down to the yellow and black emblem on his chest. He saw a look of distaste pass over his foe's face. He knew the killer blow was about to be delivered!
There was silence apart from the sound of poor Robin's teeth chatting. Then the blow came.
"There is no way you are leaving the cave wearing that garment!! Robbery at the museum or no. I will not have any charges of mine running around with chocolate ice-cream stains on their shirts." Alfred growled. "So follow master Robins example and get that shirt off."
Batman complied with bad grace, Robin shaking with laughter didn't improve his mood.
"I told you Bruce, I said we'd never manage to leave the cave without getting changed!" the boy laughed.
Bruce just scowled as the stormed back to the costume vault to find his spare bat shirt.