Episode 3: Wake The J's [[R]]

I carefully snuck into the kitchen, being careful not to wake Batman, who was sleeping peacefully on the BatSofa. I opened the fridge and pulled out the waffles from our breakfast. I took one last glance around the room before tip-toeing into the dining room and sitting down. I ate the waffles happily. I froze when I heard footstep coming into the dining room.

"Robin, what the heck are you doing?" Batman asked me groggily, running a hand through his hair. I froze, half a waffle still hanging from my mouth.

"Umm. . . " I began, the piece of waffle falling to the plate.

"You do know it's 3.30 in the morning, right?" he yawned, taking a spot next to me.

I checked my BatWatch. I nodded, swallowing my food.

"Jeez, you're weird." he sighed and took a waffle off my plate. We ate in silence.

All of the sudden, our BatProjector turned on, and a picture of the Mayor appeared on the BatWall.

"Please! You must- Are you two eating waffles?" the Mayor cut himself off to give us weird looks.

We looked at each other. Now we both had waffles hanging from our mouths.

"Mahbah." the waffles fell from our mouths.

"Well the city is in touble! Mr. J is back, and he brought three Bitchions!" the Mayor began to scream.

I burst out lauging, and both Batman and the Mayor looked at me skeptically.

"Sorry, I just realized you were wearing Tinkerbell pajamas." I giggled at the Mayor, who glared daggers at me. I cleared my throat and sat up straighter.

"You must get into action! Quickly now!" The BatProjector shut itself off and the Mayor was gone.

"Damn, we never got to finish our waffles." Batman sighed. "Top the BatMobile?" he asked ne, his expression tired. I yawned and nodded. We went at an awesome pace of 2 miles per hour to our vehicle. We sleepily pulled our PJ's off to reveal our outfits.

We drove as fast as we dared to Downtown Springfield. When we arrived, Mr. J and the Bitchions were beating up three old ladies with giant purses.

"Ha! Take that, Grandma! That's what you get for baking oatmeal raison cookies for my birthday last year!" Mr. J yelled.

"Oh my god, it's freakin' Batman and Robin!" BreBitchin said, pausing in her beating of old ladies.

"And we've come to," Batman interrupted himself with a yawn, "save the day. . ." he rubbed his eyes.

"You'll never stop us! These old ladies deserve this!" EmilyEgo yelled, charging at me. I stepped aside and tripped her. She screamed as she fell into a random vat of cement. INSTANT cement, that is!

"Can I keep it?" I asked Batman hopefully, motioning to the EmilyEgo statue.

"Of course."

"NOOO! EMILYEGO!" BritannyBagel yelled in agony.

"That's the eighteenth assisstant this week!" Mr. J sighed, rubbing his temples.

"And it will not be the last!" Batman yelled.

BritannyBagel and BreBitchin charged at us.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .