Stranded in a forest, Batman began to panic.
"Stuck in the middle of nowhere with Joker and Harley," he groaned, looking at them.
They waved at him.
"Oh, why me?! WHY?!" he cried.
"Aw, don't worry, Bats. There's other scenarios," said Harley.
"Yeah, you could be tall, dark, and brooding," Joker said.
Batman frowned. "Whelp, we're dead."
He fell to the ground face-foward. Harley smiled.
"No, we're not, Bats," she said.
Joker stopped hammering tombstones at that. "We're not?"
