Memory of technicolor monstrosity fuels LOLSCHACH with renewed vigor. Tell the Bat-man that his parents are standing behind him, holding Christmas presents. Foolish, caped man-child falls for ruse. Turns around. I take off scarf, wrap it around Bat-man's throat. Bat-man struggles. Reaches into fanny pack for can of "Bat-scarf repellent". Used elbow, knocked it from his hands.
Bat-man eventually crumbles into heap of thumb-sucking unconsciousness. Likely dreaming of dead parents. Dreaming they will one day return. They are rotting in pine box six feet beneath soil. Never coming back.
Grab grappling hook line and repel down side of building. Reach festering, grimey sidewalk. Remember that I needed to infiltrate Mars offices for replacement candy bar.
Just a candy bar.