An excerpt from: Penthouse Outs Nerd Hook-Up Central
Later, a giant of a man in a very official Batsuit joins me in line for a bottle of $4 water. I look at him and he looks back at me, irises extra blue against all the eye black under his cowl.
"You know there was a girl Robin," he says. "Stephanie Brown."
"Actually, if you count Carrie Kelly in The Dark Knight Returns, there were two girl Robins." I stretch the words out, making them luxurious, and curl my lips into a crooked come-hither grin.
Batman's smile is slow, seductive-and really freaking creepy with the head-to-toe-armor. Other than his height and the set of his jaw (not bad, but no Christian Bale), I have no idea what this guy looks like, but I do feel an instant familiarity and comfort level with him. If we were making out in my apartment and he unearthed my secret stash of Detective Comics, I wouldn't have to invent a story about how I was just holding them for a friend.
"Yes, I forgot about Carrie." He gives me a long once-over. "Will I be seeing you back at the cave tonight?"
No! no! No, fake Batman! The correct dirty response is "Will I be parking my batmobile in your batcave later tonight?"