Gordon slowly creaked opened the door and allowed his mustache to peruse the somber room. His whiskery eyesight spied Bruce sitting on the lavish indigo beanbag, several hands embedded within a sacred bag of Doritos. His bat lips crawled towards a tap containing 8 liters of Diet Dr. Pepper.
Bruce heard the nasal hair vision and threw his trusty Batarang across the room with overexerted strife. His mind was cloudy for the final time. A seventh iteration of such nonsense would be a mere fantasy catered by malevolent gods.
"Ha!" laughed the Joker in his throat as he waltzed inside with a sack full of dolphins. The dolphins brayed with terror.
"This joke has gone far enough, clown!" growled the man of bats. He twisted on his mask and got funky with an absolute bop produced by Danny Elfman.
Gordon's nose stealthfully crept around the corner. His mustache carefully inserted an MRC cassette into Bruce's holiday boombox.
BUTTS ARE EVIL!
KILL ALL CHICKENS!
CHICKEN HATRED!
WHAT THE DOG DOIN'?
Bruce really enjoyed Gordon's cassette. It reminded him of chewing glass for hours on end.
"I am here as well!" snickered the Riddler. He was an enigma.
Catwoman was also there. She had eighteen guns, one for each toenail she murdered last week.
The Killer Croc rushed in with a baseball bat and a limited edition copy of Kung Fu Panda 2 on Blu-Ray. He stole one of Catwoman's guns and fired with deadly reptilian angst at Wario the Tabl