Robin was sitting at his desk suited up in his new 6xl gear, getting started on his fourth box of donuts today. Bruce came downstairs to suit up for their nightly patrol.
Robin gulped down his donut and take a long drink from his chocolate milkshake. "Hey Bat. Ready to beat up some fatties?"
"You're not coming.", Batman said in his low, intimidating voice.
"WHAT?! Since when do you even get to decide if I go on patrol or not?"
"I always decide what we do. I made you. I need you here holding down the fort."
"Is that a fat joke?! Not cool."
"You should wait an hour after eating to fight crime." Batman said, grinning.
"You're making fat jokes!"
"Keep an eye on things." and with that, Batman turned around sharply, his cape swishing behind him, and took off in the Batmobile.
I'll show him. I can fight crime as good as ever. I might not be as light on my feet as I was 400 pounds ago, but neither are the bad guys! I can still take down those fatties no problem. When he gets back I'm going to teach him a lesson he'll never forget!
Robin slurped down the rest of his milkshake and donuts and waddled to the kitchen for more food.
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