A/N: I'm aware that a sentence can end with a preposition but, for the purposes of this vignette, please pretend that it shouldn't end that way. ;)
This is something that I started a while ago. It's super difficult to attempt to write in the style of Batman '66, which is why I have never published anything. I'm pretty sure I'm still far away from even being close to doing it well but I wanted your opinions. There is nobody in my regular life who knows the show well enough to give me a real opinion.
So, good or bad, please let me know what you think. Suggestions for improvement are welcome. This is not a story and, for now, it's not going to be any more descriptive than this. I'm mostly looking for feedback on the style. Thanks in advance! :)
"Riddle me this, Boy Wonder…"
KA-POW!
"No," said Robin as he crouched and slapped his Bat-cuffs on the Riddler, who was now down and out.
"Wooooooh, hahahahahaha!" laughed Joker from behind as he raised a vase over the Boy Wonder's head, his green hair bobbing in time to the noise.
OOOOF! THUNK!
"Not this time, Joker," Robin declared as he stood up and whirled around, delivering a punch to the stomach that caused Joker to drop the vase on his own head, knocking him out. Robin looked around and saw both villains and all of their combined henchmen on the ground and completely secured.
Batman walked over to Robin, surveying the room as he did so. "Good work," he said as they shook hands.
"Holy bargain basements, where did they find these goons?" Robin exclaimed.
"A henchman is only as good as the villain for whom he works, Robin," Batman stated. "Riddler and Joker are better at riddles and pranks than they are at fighting."
"And they're not very good at those to begin with!" Robin grinned.
"Grammar, Robin, is essential to the English language. A sentence should never end with a preposition. The word 'with' should not have been the last word in your sentence."
"Gosh, Batman, you're right. I'm sorry."
"A lesson well learned," Batman nodded as he spoke. "Come on Robin, to the Batmobile!"
They were surprised to see smoke coming from the front of the Batmobile as they rounded the corner of the brick building where the two villains had attempted to carry out their nefarious plot.
"Holy smoke, Batman!" Robin exclaimed. "I don't think we can use the Batmobile to get home."
"Luckily we are in excellent physical condition, Robin. Let's go!" Batman replied and they began jogging through the streets of Gotham.
"Holy Wayne Manor, Batman, we can't run all the way home without causing suspicion!"
"I have thought of that, Robin. We'll use the Bat-identity-changer device in our utility belts. We need an inconspicuous place to change – as luck would have it there is a dense grove of trees near the edge of Gotham City."
"But…why would Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson be at the edge of Gotham City with no car?" Robin asked.
"That is precisely why I keep an extra car in the dirt parking lot across the street from the group of trees," Batman responded. "A good crime-fighter is always prepared."
P.S. Progress is being made on "If At First You Don't Succeed...". Give me another week or two; I'm working hard. :) Also, a professor of Egyptology and a man with a passion for ice have recently been seen - in my mind - having long conversations about a certain crime-fighting duo. ;)