The stout, hook-nosed man cackled evilly as he tossed aside the now-spent clingfilm roll.
"Great Googly Moogly, Batgirl!" shouted Robin, "we are entirely wrapped in clingfilm!"
"I can't move! Oh, you've got to do something, Robin!" wailed Batgirl.
"I know!" said the Boy Wonder as he writhed helplessly. "I'll get a batarang from my- wait, no, Batman has batarangs. Uh..." Suddenly, our young hero had an idea. "Oh, I know! I'll use my staff!"
"What? Now's not the time for that, Robin!" shrieked Batgirl, secretly wishing it was the time for that.
"No, I'm sure it will work!" said Robin as he reached for his bo staff.
"O-oh..." pouted the female, now understanding her mistake. Robin attempted to break the clingfilm with his pole, but the plastic sheeting wouldn't budge.

"Now," sneered the Penguin, "I'll call the Comissioner to demand a ransom!" He reached for the phone- a novelty hamburger phone, of course- and began to dial.
"Hey. Yeah. Yeah, I got Robin again. And his girlfriend, or something. Yeah. 20,000 sounds good. Yeah, ok. And don't go putting up the bat-sign-oh, I see it. Yeah, fuck you too."
The bird-themed maniac slammed down the reciever and then fiddled with it until it sat properly. "Chinese piece of garbage," he muttered. "Nye heh heh! Do you know what I'm going to do with you now?"
"Y-you're going to m-molest us?" Batgirl cried, hopeful.

"What? No! I-I was going to rough you up a bit! Jesus!"
"Golly gee," said Robin, "This sure is a dilly of a pickle we're in right now! If only Batman were here to-"
His words were punctuated by a the double-doors of the warehouse slamming open to reveal a horrifying daisy-chain of anal sex lurching slowly forward, driven from the very back by a muscular man wearing a bat cowl.
"HNNGAH, not so f-FAST, Peng-UNNGH-uin!"

"What the FUCK," shouted the Penguin, barely able to comprehend what he was witnessing.
"Great galloping gorillas, Batman! Who's these people with you and Alfred?" cried Robin.
"I-it's Dumbledore and Superman!" moaned Batgirl, slowly becoming wet at the sight of the heroic gay orgy.

"Gee willickers! You sure look a lot like that Clark Kent fellow without your supersuit, Superman!"

"N-no, I -URGH- don't!" quickly replied Clark Kent.
"This glu-bricant is handy in situations like this," said Dumbledore, gesturing at his dick in Alfred's ass and Superman's in his own. "Now, what's the trouble?" he said sagely.

(AN: Sorry for the short chapter. I've been busy.)