"Aha!" Batman stood and pointed a finger to the sky.
"What is it, Batman?" Robin stood eagerly as well.
"I've found it. According to this map of Gotham City, the Riddler's hideout is in the sewer!"
Robin's face fell. After all, there were only certain lengths a superhero could go to in saving someone... "Well, um, you know, I'd love to help and all, but I've got a paper due tomorrow and-"
"No time to feel skittish, Robin. Grab the Bat-swimsuits!"
"You wouldn't dare! Don't try to scare me, you freak! I've handled worse punctuation nazis in my time!" Dr. Wolenczak spat out.
"Punctuation nazi? What are you babbling about?" The Riddler questioned indignantly.
"The little question marks on your tights."
"Tights?!? I'll have you know that this is a tailored stretch body suit!"
Dr. Wolenczak rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Oh, wait, call on the other line." His face disappeared.
The Riddler twirled around to face Lucas. "How do you live with him?"
"I don't. He sent me to live on a war submarine."
"Why that little... I'll... Doesn't anyone uphold family values anymore?!? That does it! You will be my apprentice. You will inherit my evil laughter and my diabolical pondering skills. You, my boy, will be my son!"
Lucas gulped.
Just then Dr. Wolenczak's image came back on screen. The Riddler focused his attention back on the doctor. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you, but it seems that I am no longer in need of your services."
"But-"
"Thank you," the Riddler said, just before he shut the link off and turned his attention back to Lucas. He placed an arm around the boy's trembling shoulders and led him out of the room. Evil laughter floated in from the corridor.
"Batman, what are we going to do? We have to get Barbara back," Robin whined as he got into his suit.
"Don't get your panties in a wad, Robin. To the Batmobile!"
The dynamic duo ran to the ridiculously long car and jumped in as chase music played in the background.