My POV

I watched Robin speed away, still scared about my ominous warning of the nickname 'Robbie-Poo'. I don't blame him; I'd be scared by that name too. There was a silence until,

"So what do we do now?" Dawn asked.

I pondered this for a moment. We could either follow Batman and Robin on their mission and actually meet the Joker and bring some good old random non-threatening insanity to this world, or we could follow Batman's orders of staying in the BatCave, talking to Alfred, acting peaceful and not touch anything. Yeah like that's gonna happen in our lifetimes.

"I know! Let's follow Batman and Robin and meet Joker!" I screamed

"Yeah!" Lara screamed. "How do we do that?"

"We would have to do the unthinkable," I said in a low voice.

"Play with Barbies?" Dawn suggested.

"No."

"Become RobxRae shippers?"

"No, but that is pretty un-thinkable; I approve of your unthinkable ideas."

"Dress up in all pink, talk in Valley-girl accents and call ourselves preps?"

Lara and I stared at her like she was even more insane then she actually was, which was challenging because she had raised the bar to a very high level.

"Um, not that unthinkable."

"Then what?" Dawn screamed in frustration.

"We could," I paused dramatically, the lights dimming on the lower half of my face, creating a evil look, "high-jack the Batmobile." Dun, Dun, Dun. Weird, was it me, or did I just hear something? Anyway, moving on.

Lara and Dawn looked at each other and nodded.

"Bring it."

"Excellent. MHUWAHAHA!" I purred, adding in an evil laugh as lightning sounded in the background.

"But seriously," I said as everything magically returned to normal, " how do we do it?"

"Uh, guys?" Lara said, pointing at something. Dawn and I looked and saw, in plain view, and key on a Batman key chain with a sign that said:

PROPERTY OF THE BATMAN: KEYS TO THE BATMOBILE

DO NOT TOUCH. ROBIN THIS MEANS YOU!

"Oh. Well, that's convenient." I swiped the keys and we headed to the Batmoblie.

"WAIT!" Dawn screamed. We turned alarmed, when she asked the question, the one that would determine our destinies and perhaps the fate of the entire world:

"Who's gonna drive?"